Read SocialPreyAllRomance Online
Authors: Trista Ann Michaels
Sharon snorted, and Scott gave her a sideways grin, silently agreeing with her sentiment.
The second Kiley stood straight she wobbled dangerously on her high heels. Scott grabbed
her around the waist as she fell, full force into his chest. He didn’t think he’d
ever seen Kiley this drunk.
“Yeah, I see how well you can get yourself inside,” he mumbled with amusement.
She stared up into his eyes and Scott swallowed at the lust shining in her gaze. Was
that lust for him? Or in her drunken state, would any man do?
“Come on, baby. Let’s get you into bed.”
Kiley nodded and allowed him to put his arm around her shoulders, supporting her as
she stumbled along her sidewalk. He turned and waved to Sharon as she backed out of
the
driveway. Through the front windshield, Scott didn’t miss the firm stare she sent
his way as if to say, “don’t you dare take advantage of my friend.”
Scott smiled slightly. As much as he would love to have sex with Kiley, he would turn
her down if she came onto him now. He wouldn’t want what he believed would be an amazing
encounter ruined by the fact she was drunk.
At the door, Kiley fumbled with her keys. Scott took them from her hands and pushed
the key into the keyhole.
“I could’ve done it,” she mumbled adorably.
“I know,” Scott replied. “But I’m kinda in a hurry.”
He pushed the door open and helped her over the threshold.
“Why? Do you have a date?” she grumbled.
He looked down at her, startled at her sudden animosity. Was she jealous? “Would that
bother you, Kiley? If I had a date?”
Her lower lip stuck out in a pout, and Scott resisted the urge to swipe his thumb
across it.
“No,” she said.
She turned too quickly and almost fell over. With a squeal, she grabbed the back of
the chair to keep from falling. Scott reached out to help her, but she slapped his
hand away.
“Go on your date,” she snapped, sounding hurt and sad.
Scott’s heart ached to tell her she was the only date he wanted. He watched with regret
as she made her way down the hall toward her bedroom.
“I don’t have a date, Kiley,” he whispered. “I just want to get out of here before
I do something stupid.”
She stopped and turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean…something stupid?”
She leaned heavily against the wall. Scott walked toward her and grabbed her arm.
Turning her around, he helped her get to her bedroom.
“The something stupid would be kissing you,” he admitted.
Why not tell her? She was so drunk she wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway.
Maybe it would make him feel better to get it off his chest.
Once in the bedroom, she spun around to look at him. Moving too fast, she again lost
her balance and fell backward toward the bed with a squeal. Scott snaked his arm out
and caught her around the waist. He pulled her toward him much harder than he’d meant,
making her land against his chest with an ‘oomph’.
Laughing, she reached out to grasp his shirt. She was so beautiful when she laughed.
Her eyes sparkled, the dimples in her cheeks deepened, her face flushed.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, her brow creasing into a small frown. “What
did you say?” she asked.
Scott smiled slightly and smoothed the frown lines from her forehead with the tip
of his finger.
“I said I wanted to kiss you.”
“Really?” she breathed, just barely above a whisper. “Why?”
His smile widened. “Does the why matter?”
She slapped at his chest and tried to push out of his arms. “You shouldn’t tease me.
You’re just drunk and want to have sex.”
Splaying his fingers at the base of her spine, he pulled her flush against him. The
beat of her heart thumped against his chest, the heat of her body seeped into his
and her scent roused the lust that always seemed to be simmering just below the surface
whenever he was around her.
Her hands flattened against his chest as she looked up at him with wide, sparkling
eyes. He cupped her face, letting his thumb brush across her cheek. Her skin was so
soft, her body so perfectly molded to his.
This is a mistake. Once you taste her, you won’t be able to stop.
He lowered his head, bringing his mouth close to hers. Her lips parted in anticipation
of his kiss, but he held back, watching the emotions play across her face.
“I have to be dreaming,” she whispered.
“No,” he replied and shook his head. As he did, their noses rubbed against each other.
“I’m not dreaming?”
His lips twitched. God, she was so cute like this. “No.”
His lips touched hers, and he knew instantly he was lost. Her taste, her feel, was
everything he knew it would be. She drew in a sharp breath, and Scott tightened his
arms around her, not wanting her to pull away from him. He pressed his lips more firmly
against hers, moving downward slightly to force her lips farther apart.
She opened for him, and Scott slid his tongue inside, exploring her mouth, her lips.
Her tongue flicked against his, and he moaned his encouragement for her to continue.
He never expected Kiley to be timid, but that’s almost how she seemed.
At least at first.
She quickly jerked back and looked at him with surprise. He expected her to slap him,
to shove him away. Instead, she fisted her hand in his shirt and tugged him to her.
Her mouth slanted across his, taking control of the kiss and nearly sending him to
his knees.
His fingers tightened in the material of her dress, making it bunch at the small of
her back. He slid his palms lower and cupped her firm, warm ass in his hands.
God, was she not wearing any underwear? Scott moved his hand upward until his thumbs
felt the edges of her thong. Kiley moaned and pressed her stomach into his rock hard
cock. If he didn’t stop this soon, he’d end up taking her despite his best intentions.
He’d never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted her right now.
And the way she wiggled against him wasn’t helping a damn thing.
“Kiley,” he murmured against her lips.
He wanted to stop. He needed to stop, but his fingers had a mind of their own and
continued massaging her behind.
She lowered her hands from his chest to the waistband of his jeans. When the button
popped free sanity came back to him. He quickly reached for her hands and removed
them from his pants.
“Kiley,” he repeated, this time more firmly.
She swallowed and looked up at him in a foggy confusion. This was so wrong. She was
so damn drunk. Why did she have to be so damn drunk?
“We have to stop.”
“No,” she whispered and tried to kiss him again.
Scott turned his head and her lips landed against his neck. As she nibbled along the
sensitive side of his throat, he could feel his eyes rolling back in pleasure. God,
if she didn’t stop this…
“I need you,” she murmured against his neck. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Scott’s eyes widened at her admission. She wanted him? He had to stop this.
With determination, he pushed her away from him. Leaning down slightly so he could
meet her eye to eye, he gave her a firm look.
“I can’t do this, Kiley. You’re drunk off your ass.”
She pouted. “I’m not that drunk.”
Scott shook his head and his lips twitched with amusement. “Baby, you’re so far beyond
that drunk it’s not even funny.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Oh, God, do I want you,” he growled.
“Well, I’m just dreaming anyway, so my being drunk doesn’t…” Her words slurred badly,
and Scott resisted the urge to chuckle at her. “It doesn’t matter because it’s not
real.”
“Oh, this is very real, Kiley.”
“How can it be real?” she asked as she stumbled out of his arms. “How can it be real
when you—? “ The rest of her words were lost in the material of her dress as she pulled
it over her head.
Scott’s mouth went dry at the sight of her in a matching pink thong and bra. “Son
of a bitch.”
She smiled as she reached behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She thought
she was dreaming? That he wasn’t really here?
“Kiley, please,” he said as he watched the bra fall to the floor, exposing her firm,
perfectly rounded breasts to his hungry gaze. Scott shook his head in doomed resignation.
“I am so fucking going to hell.”
Kiley giggled and hooked her thumbs into the edges of her thong. Scott could do nothing
but stare as she slid that thong down her long legs. She kicked her underwear aside
and weaved back to a standing position. He raised his gaze slowly along her thighs,
her flared hips, her shaven pussy.
He swallowed and ran his hand down his face. “Oh, yeah. I’m definitely going to hell.
And if you remember this, you’ll be the one to put me there.”
Kiley reached out with surprising clarity that shocked Scott and grabbed the waistband
of his jeans. For a brief second, he thought she might be more sober than he first
imagined, but when he gazed into her eyes, he knew she wasn’t. She was still way too
drunk.
With a hard tug, she pulled him toward her. “Take those damn clothes off and do me,”
she snarled.
With a growl of aggravation and lust, Scott shoved her backward. She landed on the
bed with a bounce and a giggling squeal that otherwise would’ve made him smile. But,
not this time.
He crawled over the top of her and settled himself between her splayed thighs. Kiley
moaned and lifted her hips, rubbing her damp pussy along his hard cock. Even through
his jeans, he could feel her heat, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed himself
against her.
“You’re still dressed,” she whined.
She again reached for his jeans, but he grasped her hands and pinned them over her
head with one of his own.
“No fucking, Kiley,” he said firmly.
“But I wanna fuck,” she whined drunkenly.
“Trust me, so do I.”
Scott sighed and pressed himself into her again. She moaned loudly and it was all
he could do to keep his self-control. She made him crazy. She made him want her so
bad he would be willing to risk her ire to have her. But not like this. He wanted
her sober and able to remember every second of it.
He lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her. “Just rub against me, gorgeous.
Make yourself cum against my cock.”
She lifted her hips against him, and he groaned low in his throat. The way she moved
made him nuts. His balls ached he needed release so bad. What he wanted more was to
slide inside her, feel her heat surround him, her walls squeeze him.
He closed his eyes and kissed her nose. “That’s it, baby. Pretend I’m inside you…filling
you.”
She moved against him harder, and he pressed back, grinding his groin against her
clit.
“Damn, I bet you feel so good,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Scott,” she sighed.
He let go of her wrists with one hand and lowered it to her breasts. She gasped and
arched her back, putting herself more firmly in his palm. He used the pad of his thumb
to tease her nipple, making it hard beneath his touch.
The movement of her hips became more frantic, matching the beat of his own heart.
“Scott,” she groaned. “I need you inside me. Please. Oh, God. I need you so bad.”
Scott closed his eyes against her pleas. He would not take her this drunk. He would
not…but God, it was so hard. He was so hard, and she felt so damn good.
“Kiley,” he whispered in her ear, straining to keep his control, to not lose it and
take her.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” she said with surprise, and Scott smiled.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he commanded.
Grinding himself harder, he gave her no mercy. She arched her back, pushing against
him as though to get him inside her through the material of his jeans. She screamed,
and Scott closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of her cries as her release moved through
her.
“I love you,” she sighed just as her body relaxed.
Scott rose up and looked at her. His heart raced at the three words he never expected
to hear from her.
“Kiley,” he said.
When she didn’t answer, he gripped her chin and turned her face toward his.
“Kiley?”
He sighed at her closed eyes and peaceful expression. She was out like a light.
“Did you mean that?” he asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer. “Or was it just drunk
talk?”
He wasn’t sure. He had no clue how she really felt about him. If he made a move, and
she hadn’t meant that…well, he didn’t want to think about the ramifications of losing
her as a friend. Hell, if she remembered this, he’d probably lose her as a friend
anyway. She’d be pissed as hell, and he wouldn’t blame her.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now, gorgeous? Huh?” He snorted and placed a soft
kiss against her brow. “Why the hell couldn’t you tell me you loved me sober? Then
I would know what to do.”
This was so complicated.
* * * *
Feelings of anxiety awakened the butterflies in her stomach as they made their way
through the practically deserted halls. Everyone had run to the other side to handle
the explosion. Paula refused to give into fear. She would get out of here or die trying.
She’d already decided she would rather be dead than to live out decades in this hell
hole.
Someone yelled at them from the other end of the hall. John stopped and turned just
as Keith shoved her behind John. Three shots were fired, but Paula couldn’t see around
John to fully tell what was happening.
The smell of gunpowder filled the air as two more shots went off. She hunched her
shoulders and covered her ears, protecting them against the loud bangs. She looked
around frantically as Keith grabbed her elbow and pulled her with him down the hall
at a run. She struggled to keep up with his long legs, but didn’t dare complain. She
wanted to go home, and she would keep up the best she could.