Authors: Z. Elizabeth
“I love that song so much.” Tammy swoons but we all know it's not just the song she loves.
“I just want to fuck Mr. Chambers if I'm being completely honest! Did you see that photo of him on the beach? With those abs? Jesus Christ, I would lick every single part of him. . .” Sophie says and gets her phone out to show us the photo of Ben as her screen saver. I can't help but swoon along with them. He is definitely my type of guy. . . he plays guitar, his eyes, oh his blue eyes and the way he loves his girlfriend Lilah, so much, it's great to see a guy love that hard and not let fame get to their relationship. I wouldn't know how to cope, I'd be insanely jealous, but they seem to love one another enough to not get green eyed.
“Got to say, I agree with you. I'd fuck him seven ways sidewards.” I sigh as I keep staring at Sophie's phone, hoping that somehow Ben will magically appear in his board shorts in my kitchen and I can jump upon him and get him to love me. I hear a cough behind us and spin around to see Craig and Rob stood in the kitchen doorway. Craig hasn’t seen me dressed up yet but his eyes look ready to fall out of the sockets. The blue are becoming darker and I know just what that means. His eyes scroll down my body and back up, focusing on my breasts.
“Calm down with the bedroom eyes, Casanova. Jesus!” Rob chuckles, slapping the Craig on his back. Craig smirks and comes in closer to us, boxing me in the corner of the room with no means to escape.
“I'm outta here.” Kelsie laughs as she backs away giving Craig space to manoeuvre. I curse her internally, thanking her for her help. My back hits the fridge and Craig places his hands either side of my head.
“So who is this guy you want to fuck seven ways sidewards?” He grunts, electing laughs from the girls. They know just how jealous Craig can get, and he is in full swing right now. I bite my lip, a smile urging to appear and I shrug my shoulders.
“Just Benjamin Chambers.” I reply. We are in a major eye-holding battle, mine showing my playful side, his showing his mischievous and jealous side. “He's a right sexy one he is.”
I love pushing him, letting him know that if we could fuck anyone else, it would be Benjamin Chambers. . . or Kellan Kyle. . .or Drake from Demons Wings. . . okay getting into a tizzy now with all the hot musicians flashing before my eyes. I'm sure our scene has attracted the rest of the group, but I can't see anyone apart from the guy in front of me.
“Oh he is, is he? I suppose he can't do this, can he?” He leans forward and takes my lips in a bruising kiss. I bite back a moan and grip his arms, squeezing the hard and tense muscles, while his hands wind into my hair and he pushes his body flat against mine. Craig dominates the kiss, changing direction when I think I've got him down. He goes soft and hard, fast and slow, no in between and right now I feel like we are putting on a show for the others. I have tunnel vision and all I can see and hear is us. Our breathing, our lips locking and moving and just how much I need Craig. When he pulls back, I feel a little light-headed and all he can do is smirk. Yeah, cocky Craig is definitely back tonight. But my answer shoots him down a peg.
“I think he maybe could.” I whisper back, giggling at the shocked expression on Craig's face. He wasn't expecting a come back after trying to distract me from thinking about Benjamin Chambers. He takes his hands out of my hair, his hand running the length of my body until he reaches around to cup an arse cheek. I gasp and remove his hand promptly.
“Ohhh it was just getting good.” I hear Matt complain followed by a smack around his head. A flush runs up my body, covering my chest and my cheeks. Ducking my head I push Craig out the way, and grab my wine glass and phone before heading towards our room, the girls padding along behind me. I hear the calls and whoops to Craig, letting him know just how badass that was and I hear Joe telling him that if Craig was gay, he'd want him to trap him like that.
Tammy is the last girl to enter the room and she closes the door before falling backwards against it dreamily sighing.
“Damn girl, where can I find me one of those? I thought you were about to have sex right there.” Tammy whimpers and Kelsie has to pull her away from the door before she collapses onto the floor. I sit upon the bed, damning myself at blushing over the shitting cocky Craig. I down the rest of my wine while the three of them stand around staring at me.
I lift my eyebrows up, “what?”
“What do you mean 'what?', were you not just in the kitchen?!” Sophie exclaims, throwing her arms about.
“No, I think I must have been asleep.” I roll my eyes at her, “Of course I was bloody there!”
“Didn't see you complaining though.” Tammy butts in, falling into the place I just stood up from. I look at her through the mirror whilst trying to sort my hair and make-up out and I poke my tongue out at her. I hate that I can't tell Tammy and Sophie about how Craig and I are only doing this for appearances although that scene was anything but. When it's all over, they will find out and God knows how they will react, if they will even speak to me ever again for not only lying, but leading them on too. Redoing part of my make-up, I touch-up my red lipstick and suck in a deep breath. Tonight is all about catching up with my friends, getting drunk and having fun. Planting a smile on my face, I turn towards the girls and hold up my empty wine glass.
“Fancy getting drunk?”
A chorus of 'yes' and 'hell yes' surround me and I know that this is about to be one hell of a motherfucking great night.
Chapter Thirteen
Nic
Pushing our way through the crowds of drunk and sweaty people, Craig has a tight grip on my hand, as he manoeuvres us towards the bar. Jamie, who eventually turned up, is behind me and the rest are lagging behind somewhere. When Jamie did arrive, everyone was more than a little drunk; well we had been playing all those student drinking games that get you drunk quicker. I introduced him to everyone, Tammy and Sophie decided he should sit in between them. I knew they would dig their paws into him the second he stepped foot into the flat, and I was not wrong. With introductions out the way, the more drunk we got, the more everyone relaxed and welcomed Jamie into our group especially after he spilled the story over my 'chicken tikka' nickname after calling me it one too many times in front of everyone.
Reaching the bar, Craig pulls me in front of him, squeezing me into a space and lets Jamie take the space next to me. Craig's arms automatically wrap around my waist, while I pull my clutch bag onto the alcohol-ridden bar and sigh at the butterflies flying around in my stomach. I feel the buzz drifting through me and all I want to do is join the groups of people in the middle of the dance floor, let loose to the beat of the music and sing along to the songs the DJ plays.
“What do you want to drink?” I just about hear Craig shout into my ear as I lean back into his embrace, relishing in his arms around me. Turning my head I kiss his cheek, and shout back that 'I’ve got it.' He shakes his head and his arms leave my waist. I frown but I watch him withdraw a ten pound note from his wallet and he hands it to me before embracing me.
“Get me a pint of cider,” he shouts and I nod, turning back towards the bar. I smile up at Jamie who returns it and I look to see where a bartender is. Just a few people down, a cute bartender is finishing up serving a customer so I grin at the chance of just testing out how much I can get with my dress. I get up on my tiptoes, lean over the bar and try to catch his eye. When I do, I give him a big smile and a wink and he comes right over, ignoring everyone who is waving money in his face. I can hear Jamie laughing to the right of me and Craig's fingers digging into my stomach.
“Hey gorgeous, what can I get you?” The guy leans over so I can hear him. I watch his eyes quickly dart to my chest before landing back on my face. “Or perhaps what can you get me? Maybe your phone number?”
I giggle at his pick-up line and shrug before relaying my order to him. He nods and leaves me to grab my order. I get off my tiptoes and Craig instantly pulls me back into his body. I bite my lip, knowing damn well that he is not happy at what just went down. But then my argument is that we aren't really married, it's just for appearances. SHIT! This is blurring the fucking lines so much that I have no idea what is happening to this 'relationship'.
“Nic... what the fuck was that?” Craig asks, his mouth right next to my ear and I can feel his pounding heartbeat and his hot breath on my throat, I’m pretty sure he’s not happy. I hold up one finger to him when I see the bartender come back with Craig's cider and my vodka lemonade. I hand over the money with a smile, and the wait is pissing Craig off. When I receive my change, I feel a piece of paper underneath my fingertips and I look up to see the bartender wink at me before going on to serve Jamie. Craig snatches the change and paper from my hand, ripping it up and throwing it to the floor. I hand him his drink, before spinning around to face him. Yeah, his face isn't happy and his jaw is ticking, but with my free hand I reach up and smooth out the tightness..
“I did it to get our drinks quicker, and we did, so cool your tits and drink up, husband,” I shout, leaning in to kiss his lips gently.
His exterior relaxes a tiny bit, and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh, running his hand through his curly mop.
“You are going to be the death of me, Mrs. Thomas.”
I giggle and shrug my shoulder, taking a sip of my beverage. The gang are sat at a table they jumped on and when Jamie joins us, we make our way over to them. I can see Tammy eyeing up the brunette next to me and I’m sure that she and Jamie are totally going to end up getting it on tonight. As seats are sparse, Kelsie is sat upon Rob, Sophie is sat on Joe's lap, the rest of the lads all have chairs as does Tammy. There is one seat left and Craig tags it, pulling me down on top of him. Tammy gets up and offers her seat to Jamie. I wink up at him and motion for him to take the chair, that way he gets to sit down and Tammy gets to rub her arse on his crotch. It's a win win for both of them.
With everyone seated, we try to converse as much as we can over the music but we stick to the people next to us. I keep looking over to the dance floor, wishing I was among the crowds of people and Craig notices how I keep gazing every once in a while. He presses a kiss below my ear and I tear me eyes from the crowd and give him a small smile.
“You want to go and dance?” he asks, his eyes glazed from the amount he's had to drink. I nod and look around the table, to see everyone else engrossed in their conversations or scouting the dance floor for their victim of the night. Craig gently pushes me off him and grabs my hand when he stands after me.
“We're going to dance, any takers?” he shouts, signalling to the dance floor. Everyone bar Tammy and Jamie get up to follow us and I giggle at the two of them. With Tammy sat upon Jamie’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, and his around her waist, they are shouting into each other's ears, quite possibly getting to know one another but to onlookers, they look so sweet, all cuddled up together, whispering sweet nothings with massive smiles placed on their faces.
I elbow Craig and signal to the two of them. He can only gleam over the fact I don't have Jamie's attention. Before I can ogle the two of them any more, I feel myself being pulled away and towards the sweaty, grinding groups of people on the dance floor. Craig pulls me along to where the rest of the guys have planted themselves and the dancing commences. Bumping and grinding to the club’s music, everyone is intoxicated and at different drunk stages especially Rob and Kelsie. When those two are drunk, they begin to have a dancing contest, which they take so seriously, and the next morning they swear they don’t do it, but evidence always suggests otherwise.
Tom, has partnered off with Sophie and they are mimicking each others moves. It's actually nice to see that Sophie isn't off scouting for guys, but actually staying with us, dancing with us, at least for a little while. It fills my heart to see her acting the fool with Tom, whom I know has had a soft spot for her since meeting her. Danny, Joe and Matt are cracking out the dance moves, trying to outdo one another for the attention of three stunning ladies who are giggling over their way of 'flirting'. I turn in time to see Matt wink at them and I have to roll my eyes. No matter how idiotic he makes of himself, there is no way you can resist the idiot. Then that leaves Craig and I.
I've also recently discovered just how handsy of a drunk he is. With my back against his chest and his hands gripping my waist, we dance and grind in time to the beat. I let myself go to the music, lifting my hands into the air, shaking my hips, closing my eyes. The alcohol is surging through my veins and I feel so happy, so content, so fucking great from the buzz that there is nowhere else I would rather be than with my friends and grinding with Craig. I bring my arms back down and place my hands on Craig;'s thighs, slowly leaning forward so my arse is wiggling against his cock, then I seductively drop to the floor, my hands following my path and I slowly dance my way back up, making sure to skim my hand across his erection, before letting him put his hands back on my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. He kisses a line up my neck, his deep breathing an indicator that he's majorly turned on and I have to bite my lip to hold back a groan when I feel him grind into me and tug on my ear.