Chapter 57: Caught - Cole

Damon Smith has a death wish, and Monet is trying to get me into jail.

The beer someone shoved into my hand a while ago is already warm as I take small sips from the bottle, watching my girl shoving her ass in another guy's crotch. And she's wearing that damn thong, too, the lacy one she put on this morning that matches her bra.

She's trying to piss me off. She marched right out of that bathroom and went straight to dancing with Damon.

She knows me very well too, probably the best out of everyone, so if she's thinking her dancing with another guy is going to deter me from having her, she's making a big mistake.

In fact, what I'm thinking right now is how red her skin will be if I were to smack her ass. I bet she would get very upset if I did that. She'd probably lose her temper and ask me what the hell is wrong with me.

Another girl whose name I don't know walks up to me, dressed in a red bikini top and cut-off denim shorts. Her cleavage can't do what Monet's does, though, so I ignore her. This girl doesn't want to be ignored though, she places her hands on my chest like I gave her permission, so I grab her wrists.

Her mouth drops open and her blue eyes widen as I slowly take her hands off me.

What is with the blondes being very daring? I think people think I prefer blondes, probably because of Stacey. If they only knew my preference is brown haired, golden eyes and tanned skin with a body that would make any man sin, her curves in all the right places. Wearing a fucking thong and shaking her ass.

"Don't you want to dance?"The girl asks before me. "Or we could go somewhere more private."

I look at the girl for a long time. She doesn't know me, all she knows is that I'm the star quarterback and if I fuck her she can run back to her friends and tell the story.

"What's your name?" I ask.

She beams, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Hailey."

"Have some self respect Hailey."

I'm over this party. Where the hell did Luke disappear with Amy?

Hailey scoffs and turns around to go back to wherever she came from. I take my phone out of my pocket to call Luke since he drove with me. He doesn't pick up. I leave him a text that he either comes now from wherever he took Amy to, or he has to take an Uber back to the dorm.

I walk over to Monet, my blood really beginning to boil when I see Damon having his hands on her waist while they're swaying from side to side. She definitely looks tipsy when I look in her smiling face. She had three drinks, how the hell did it affect her so quickly?

"I'm leaving." I tell her. "Do you know where Amy is?"

"She went with Luke." Monet does the right thing by disentagling herself from Damon's hands before turning around and hugging him. "Bye friend! It was good to see you again."

Friend my ass. Damon is not looking at her like they're only frineds.

"' Do you really have to go?" He frowns down at her. "I can give you a ride to your dorm, I didn't drink much."

I raise my eyebrows at him. I have always liked the guy, but he must be crazy if he thinks I'm going to let a tipsy Monet go anywhere with him.

"Nah, it's cool." She says. "See you next week."

"Or maybe for coffee during the week." He winks at her, almost making me punch him in the gut. "See you around, Smith."

"Bye." I try to keep a neutral face, but my insides are raging.

I grab Monet's hand, her fingers intertwining with mine immediately. We definitely don't appear to be brother and sister, and right now, I couldn't give two shits.

My phone rings as we make our way to my car parked in front of the house, and I have to leave Monet's hand to take it out.

"Where are you?" I ask Luke in greeting. "I'm heading out."

"Wait, wait, wait!" He sounds out of breath on the other side. "We'll be right there."

Monet is smiling like a lovesick fool as I grab her hand again and lead her outside, ignoring the guys who are clapping my shoulders. I open the back door for her, and I can't help myself.

I slap her ass hard as she gets up, and she looks over her shoulder at me in shock.

"Ow."

She rubs the ass cheek I assaulted before sitting down. It's dark outside, and the people milling around are drunk and paying us no mind, so I lean inside the truck and grab the back of her neck.

"If you ever dance with another man like that, you won't sit for a week." I whisper against her lips and she gasps.

I feel feral inside, territorial. I want to put her in the shower and wash away the places where he touched her.

"I told you we can't do this." She whispers back, but I stop those traitor words and close the gap between us, kissing her hard.

We don't have much time, so I give myself only a tiny taste of the inside of her mouth.

"We're doing this." I lay my forehead on hers. "Say you don't want me, then I'll never kiss or touch you again."

Her golden eyes tell me exactly what I knew.

I'm not the only one feeling like I'm burning from the inside out.