The sorority house goes silent until a guy chants, “Take it off. Take it off.”
“Please don’t remove my bra,” she whimpers.
I would never do that to her, but she doesn’t need to know that. I pull down one strap, and she shudders. I kiss her shoulder while she remains perfectly still, frozen to the bar.
My dick bulges in my jeans until it’s rock hard. I pour the tequila shot between her breasts and bury my face between them. She sucks in a breath, and I swear she moans in ecstasy.
“I still hate you,” I whisper only to her before I take the lime from her mouth with my teeth, her lips just as soft and sweet as they were when she was ten.
Pain shadows her expression. Instead of telling me, I sound like I haven’t grown up since fifth grade, she says, “I’m sorry.” Her gaze flicks away from me. She won’t look at me, and that lances my heart.
The roar of the crowd sounds distant compared to her sweet, angelic voice. What is it about Rain that makes me a lunatic? I can’t stand the thought of anyone else possessing her, touching her, lying on top of her. I should’ve been her first, not some other prick. I pick her up, but before I can cart her off, the black guy stops me.