Vicious Circles (11 page)

These people never, ever scared me before and I knew I could handle them. I had to chalk it up to Col in’s presence.

Once we reached the others, it didn’t take me long to find my old high school gang

– including Kora.

“Bailey!” Kora exclaimed. “I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!” She hugged me and I endured it briefly until I drew back to stand next to Col in.

“This is Col in. Col in – Kora.”

“Oh, hi,” she said coyly, her eyes appraising him. “Um, Janie’s around somewhere.

I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

“I bet,” I said. I glanced at Col in. “Let’s find something to drink.” It wasn’t hard to find the alcohol stash and I supplied both of us with a cold beer. As we stood near the coolers, surveying the party, I pointed people out and made him laugh at my narrations.

“Why is this Janie intimidated by you?” he asked.

I barked out a hol ow laugh. “That’s probably Veronica’s fault. Veronica likes to run her mouth and I guess she doesn’t paint the greatest picture of me. Janie’s like a little mouse. If she only had a spine she’d be al right.”

“This Veronica sounds intriguing,” he said as he sipped his beer. “I’d love to meet her.” I lifted a shoulder. “Okay.”

He reached out to grab my arm. “I’m joking, Bailey. Don’t approach her – she’l just think you’re looking for trouble.”

“Maybe I am,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes.

“Then we can find it elsewhere,” he said as he stared unblinkingly at me.

My heart stammered as it pondered his words. Was he suggesting we slip away and…wel , repeat our last performance?

He moved closer so that he towered over me and I had to crane my neck to see his face. He lifted a hand to trace my jaw with his index finger and I had to lock my knees to keep from col apsing.

I thought about the tal beach grass that grew on the dunes and how wonderful y concealing it could be. My cheeks burned and I was sure Col in could feel the heat but I didn’t move away from him. I couldn’t.

“Who invited the whore?” a nasty voice cal ed and broke me out of my trance.

I stiffened and turned, angry not only at the words but for them interrupting what could have been an awesome moment.

“Don’t you ever get tired of running your mouth?” I asked as I stepped away from Col in and approached Veronica. “Because everyone sure gets tired of hearing it.”

“I real y doubt that,” she scoffed. “And I know that you were trying to find out about my boyfriend so you could try to seduce him. Everyone told me.” Laughing, I inched closer, my hands fisted at my side. “Scared? Think he’l dump you for the chance to be with me?”

“No,” she snorted, nose scrunched up in disgust. “He’d rather be with a classy woman than a tramp.”

“Then what the hel is he doing with you?” I asked, brow raised. I took another step toward her and gently patted her cheek. “Don’t worry – I don’t want your boyfriend.”

“Good,” she said smugly, pul ing her head away from me. “Because I was about to show you what it’s like to have someone go after your boyfriend – but wait – you don’t have one! That’s right – boys don’t want you for a girlfriend. They just want you for sex.”

“That’s not entirely true,” Col in said as he stepped behind me and wound his arms around my waist. “Not true at al .”

“Who the hel are you?” Veronica asked.

“Col in Newton,” he said as he pecked the top of my hair. “Bailey’s boyfriend. And I guarantee that I’m not just using her for sex.” My heart shot out of my chest and danced across the lake like a stone skipping the water. I shifted so I could wrap an arm around his waist as a victorious smirk slipped across my lips.

“If you’d like to show me what it’s like to have someone try to sleep with your boyfriend, go ahead,” I chal enged.

Col in shot me a reproachful look. “I think not.” He bent his head and kissed me softly, causing my stomach to twist. “I have everything I want here.” I rol ed my eyes at him and earned a grin but inside I was melting. Oh, I knew he was just putting on a show but it didn’t matter at that moment.

I’d play along for as long as I could.

“He’s a little cheesy but he’s al man and al mine,” I said. His grin widened and his face brightened. “Let’s get another drink and mingle.”

“Let’s,” he said, laughter rol ing in his eyes. Lacing his fingers through min, he dragged me away from Veronica and back to the drink table. He snagged a couple beers, twisted the top off of one and handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, meaning for more than just the beer. He nodded, understanding in his eyes. I took a drink. “That was Veronica, by the way. My biggest fan.”

“I could tel ,” he said with a laugh as he glanced over my shoulder. “And she’s watching us like a hawk.” He took my beer out of my hands and set it down along with his. “It’s show time, Bailey – don’t let your fans down.” He wound one arm around my waist and cupped my cheek with his other hand. Drawing me closer, he pressed his lips lightly to mine. My hands flew to his shoulders and slowly snaked around his neck as his lips grew more demanding. I melded my body to his, eager to erase any space between us, and he held me tighter. I could feel his arousal against my leg and it made my desire shoot up off the charts.

He pul ed back only slightly and didn’t let go of me. “Damn, Bailey, you don’t know what you do to me."

With a tiny smirk stil on my lips, I kissed him chastely. I nodded down at our flush bodies. “I think I have an idea.” He laughed and hugged me to his chest – I suspected so he could hide the light flush of his cheeks. “They’re playing our song

– let’s dance,” he whispered in my ear.

I shuddered and moved my hands to grip his shoulders. “You dance?” I asked.

He lifted a shoulder and watched the group of kids dancing on the packed sand near a portable CD player.

“Not a whole lot,” he said. His eyes were ful of mischief. “But I’d do it for my girlfriend if she real y wanted me to.”

“Okay but it has to be a slow one,” I said.

“You got it,” he said as he handed me my drink and latched onto my hand. He eased us toward the dancing group and tapped the shoulder of a girl sitting by the CD player. “Play something slow, would you?”

She shrugged, her body slightly swaying. I wondered if she’d be able to find something slow in her state. But she did – pushing the skip button until she found a laid-back tempo.

Col in’s sexy smile melted my heart – again. He took me in his arms and I rested my cheek against his chest as my body moved in perfect harmony with his. Every so often, he’d drop a kiss on the top of my head.

When the song ended, he waved at the inebriated DJ girl who gave him a thumbs up. He lifted my chin, pecked my lips, and then raised a brow.

“Now what?”

“Wel ,” I said slowly, pressing my body into his. “We can either make out here in front of everyone or we can go make out in the beach grass.” A slow smile spread across his mouth and my pulse picked up speed. “Think you can score a blanket?

I’d hate for you to get ful of sand.” Excitement shot through me like electricity. I reluctantly ripped my body away from his and my heart cried out in protest. I stood on my toes and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Let me see what I can do.”

It wasn’t hard to find Janie and even easier to convince her to give me a blanket from the deck. I thanked her, promising to get it back to her someday, and hunted for Col in. He was talking to Guy and a couple other boys I didn’t know so I grabbed his arm and pul ed him away.

“Sorry fel ows,” I said, not the least bit apologetic. “But he has places to go and people to do.” Col in shrugged at the guys and wrapped his hand around mine. He al owed me to drag him away from the group and remained silent until we were out of earshot of the party.

“People to do?” he asked.

I squeezed his hand. “Let them think what they want – they wil anyway.” He didn’t say anything else. When we neared my house, I stopped and turned to him. “This is Daddy’s property. Wel , not the beach, but al that,” I said as I waved to the sandy yard near the house.

We were far enough away from the house where no one would see or hear us if they were out on the deck so I walked through the loose sand and spread out the blanket in a patch of high dune grass. I sat and patted the spot next to me. Col in dropped beside me.

“You didn’t have to do that at the party, you know,” I said as I plucked a piece of grass and began shredding it.

He propped an arm behind me and cupped my cheek with his other hand. “Yes, I did. I didn’t like what they were saying about you.”

“I’m used to it,” I whispered. “It doesn’t bother me anymore.” He inched his face closer. “It bothers me.”

I clutched a fist ful of his shirt and eased us both to the blanket. He hovered over me briefly before brushing his lips softly over my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut as my arms wound around his neck. He applied a little more pressure and outlined my mouth with his tongue. I moaned and parted my lips. He shifted his body slightly over mine and trailed his fingers down my side as he continued to kiss me. I twined my fingers in his hair and pul ed him closer even though it was no easy feat – there wasn’t much space left between us.

His fingers found the hem of my shirt and ducked underneath it. They worked their way slowly up my skin, drawing tiny moans of pleasure from me, until they found my bra. I lifted slightly so he could unhook it and he grinned in my mouth.

It was his turn to moan when his hand slipped under my loosened bra and found my breasts. He ripped his mouth from mine and pushed my shirt up so he could kiss them. I squirmed underneath him as lust blazed through my veins.

“They are so spectacular,” he whispered.

“So you’ve mentioned,” I said, my voice hoarse.

He dragged his lips away from my breasts and up my throat and back to my mouth.

His arousal was evident once more and pressing into my leg. And, damn, did I want him.

I swept a hand down his back and over his side to brush the lump in his shorts. He moaned in my mouth and I broke the kiss to smile.

“What’s this? Is someone a little excited?”

His breath was uneven and his eyes chock ful of desire. “Maybe a bit. Do you want to take care of that for me?” I yanked his mouth back to mine, squeezed my eyes shut, and sent out a telepathic message: I’m so, so sorry, Morgan. I really am. But I’m only human and so very weak.

I kept my mouth firmly on his as I answered: “Most definitely.” I tugged his shirt over his head and before I could find his lips again, he did the same with mine and my bra. He kissed me quickly and then moved his mouth to my throat and my chest and my breasts. I wiggled in anticipation and reached for his shorts.

“Anxious, are we?” he grinned as he made his way back to my face. He brushed my hair behind my ear then worked my shorts off my hips and helped me remove the rest of his clothes.

Then he swore rather loudly.

“Yeah, we’re getting there,” I said, smiling.

He tried to laugh but couldn’t muster one. He kissed my forehead, his naked body covering mine. “I don’t have a condom, Bailey.”

“You never were a boy scout, were you?” I rol ed my eyes and swiped at the sand on his shoulder. “I’m clean and on the pil . It’s your choice.” A slow smile spread across his face as he kissed me again. “Oh, I’m clean.” I hooked a leg around his waist and he shuddered. “Then what are you waiting for?” He captured my lips with his and eased into me slowly. Both of us sighed and the desire level rose. I arched into him but he took his time and I could only cling to him and kiss him and writhe in ecstasy.

When he final y picked up the pace, I was nearing the edge and so desperate to take the plunge. I could tel he was, too. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and bit down on his shoulder. He held me as close to his body as possible as we finished and shuddered in each others’ arms.

He lowered me to the blanket and rested his forehead on mine, panting heavily.

“Damn, Bailey,” he huffed. “You are unbelievable.” I yanked his face to mine. “You aren’t so bad yourself, stud.” He smiled as he dropped next to me, wrapping me in his arms. We stayed stil as our bodies settled and when they did, he kissed me tenderly, helped me find my clothes, and brushed the sand off my body. Once we dressed, he shook out the blanket and draped it over his arm. He held my hand al the back to the house.

When we entered through the French doors to my room, the bed loomed before us.

I stepped into him.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” I asked.

I could see the indecision and torment in his eyes. He kissed me softly. “I better not.

It is your dad’s house.” I snorted. “They’re on the top floor – they won’t know.” He kissed me again. “I don’t think I should.” He held me tightly against him and stroked my hair. “Get some sleep.” I nodded and stood on my toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Good night.” After he left, I hurried to my bathroom to shower and remove al the sand. When I finished, I curled in my bed, al owing my mind to think about what had just happened and what it meant. I just didn’t have a clue.

Chapter 9

I woke slowly the next morning, relishing the feel of my bed. As I yawned and stretched, I realized that I’d done it again. I’d slept with Col in last night.

Jumping out of my bed, I paced up and down, gnawing on my lip. Okay, so I screwed up again – maybe. We’d both been sober – relatively.

Sure we’d had a few drinks but not nearly as much as the first time. We had both been total y aware of what we were doing.

So, what did it al mean? Did Col in want to be with me? Or did he just want me? I knew I’d never find answers pacing the floor so I jumped in the shower and dressed. By the time I got down to the kitchen, Col in had already eaten breakfast with my father and was outside helping him to set up things.

“Morning, Bailey,” Steffi greeted. She looked far too radiant and young to be turning thirty-six. “How was the party?”

“Interesting,” I smirked, pushing the after party activities out of mind. “Col in pul ed one on Veronica…” I stil ed – my hand halfway to the plate of muffins sitting on the breakfast bar. “Damn. Damn.”