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Just when I was about to gather all of my slow senses together
so I could make a bolt for the back door, the bottle stopped
spinning and the room started laughing…hysterically. I couldn’t
figure out why until I looked down at the bottle, then I started
laughing hysterically too. It had finally stopped moving with the
neck pointed perfectly…at Kellan.

Kellan was twisting his lips unhappily as he stared down at it,
then he suddenly looked back up at Griffin who was still staring at
the bottle, maybe thinking it was going to move again. Griffin
looked up at Kellan when Kellan shook his head and said, “Nuh-uh.”
The table laughed even harder and so did I, my eyes starting to
water as I clutched my stomach.

Matt and Evan sauntered up to see what all the fuss was about
while Griffin scowled, then shrugged. “Sorry, man. House rules, you
play the bottle where it lies.”

Kellan shook his head again while Evan and Matt joined in the
laughter bouncing off the walls in the room. “Griff, we’re not
playing—”

Kellan couldn’t finish his sentence. Griffin reached out and
grabbed his head, pulling him in for a kiss…and not a peck. Kellan
struggled for a second, then managed to break free. He took a step
back with his hand raised at Griffin in warning. Several people
around the table had to wipe tears of laughter out of their eyes,
me included. I guess I was wrong about no one else kissing Kellan
tonight.

“Dude! What the fuck!”

As Kellan glared at Griffin, Griffin took a step back and
regarded Kellan with a puzzled expression. “Huh.” Cocking his head
as he looked Kellan over, he shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t get what all
the fuss is about…I’ve had better.” He gestured with his hand while
Kellan scowled, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe if you
did this thing with your tongue…”

Evan and Matt bent over they were laughing so hard. Jenny and
Kate joined them as they peeked their heads into the room. My
sister was in hysterics against the wall, and even shy Rachel was
quietly laughing. The few people who had dared to take a sip of
their drink, were desperately trying not to spew their drink
everywhere. I really didn’t want to laugh at a man kissing my
boyfriend… and then calling him bad at it, but it was too funny and
I was too drunk. I laughed as hard as the rest of them, maybe
harder, since I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being Frenched
by Griffin.

Kellan backhanded Griffin across the chest for his comment, then
let out a small chuckle and shoved his shoulder away from him. “Get
the fuck out of here, Griffin.”

With an offended look, Griffin backed away from the table.
“Whatever, man, it’s just a suggestion. Take it or leave it.”
Clutching my sister’s waist, he drew her in for a deep kiss. I
cringed until they pulled away. Smiling at her breathless face,
Griffin smirked. “I’ll just save my skills for people that
appreciate them.” Anna laughed and brought his lips back to hers
while Kellan rolled his eyes.

Matt clapped Griffin on the back and they left the room with
Anna and Rachel. Matt was holding his stomach he was laughing so
hard. Kellan closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. Opening
them, he turned to look at where I was still giggling. He smiled at
my enjoyment of his situation and then shook his head at me.

Kellan glanced around the room of people all still laughing at
his misfortune. Chuckling himself, he picked up his beer from the
table and motioned with it to the now-forgotten game. “Well,
needless to say…I’m done.”

The dice game resumed as the residual laughter died down with
Griffin’s departure.  I blinked and watched Kellan’s empty
seat quickly become occupied by a fresh-faced boy who looked
entirely too young to be here. Walking around to where I was
sitting, merrily sipping away on my fruity drink, Kellan extended
his hand out to me.

“Dance with me, beautiful girl?” Kellan cocked an eyebrow after
he asked, and I swear I heard someone sigh…or maybe I did. My hazed
brain couldn’t really tell anymore.

Nodding, I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up. The alcohol
already in my system seemed to rush to my head as I changed
positions. I’d been feeling pretty buzzed sitting at the table.
Suddenly standing, I felt blitzed.

I giggled and stumbled a little as Kellan wrapped his arms
around me. Stumbling some himself, he asked, “You all right?”

I laughed and nodded again as he helped me take a few steps away
from the loudly cheering table. The poor, fresh-faced boy had
rolled the dreaded pair of ones, and was cringing as he stared at
the amount left in his plastic cup. I felt instant sympathy for
him, since that roll had sort of done me in. Oddly enough, I wanted
to give him a big hug and tell him that everything would be fine. I
even made a drunken step towards him before Kellan pulled my arm in
the other direction.

“This way, sweetheart.”

Leaving the youth to his chosen fate, I twisted back to Kellan.
Giggling, I tangled my arms around his waist. With stumbling,
erratic steps, we both made it to the center of the packed living
room. People wished Kellan luck whenever they came upon him, but
Kellan’s eyes never left mine as he acknowledged them. It was like
we were alone in this house swarming with strangers.

As a heavy beat thumped out a seductive rhythm, Kellan’s hands
slid up my back, then down to my hips. My extra-sensitive body felt
every section that he touched. It was nearly like he was dragging a
mild electric current over me; a tingling sensation lingered long
after his fingers passed.  When he put one of his legs between
mine, forcing our bodies to straddle the other’s, I gasped. The
tingle had shifted to a full-on fire.

Our hips moved in time to the beat in such an intimate way that
I should have been embarrassed—should have been. One of the wonders
of mind-altering substances…pesky little things like inhibitions
flew out when alcohol flew in. As Kellan’s hands continued to
caress my body, his palm even running up the front of my red Pete’s
shirt, he rested his forehead against mine. More grinding than
dancing, we lightly breathed on each other. It was maddening, and
the rest of the world fell away.

When his hand blatantly stopped on my breast, his thumb running
back and forth over the dangerously sensitive spot, I whimpered. He
smiled at hearing it, even over the music. Feeling numb and
incredibly turned on, I reached up and buried my fingers in his
thick hair, closing the distance between us and pulling his head
down to mine.

Whatever Griffin had been complaining about was beyond me—Kellan
was fabulous with his tongue. As his lips melded with mine, our
light breaths became nearly frantic pants. He squeezed my nipple
between his thumb and finger and I groaned…loudly. He hissed in a
breath, his other hand sliding inside my pants to rest over my
cotton-covered backside.

I wanted his hand on the other side. I wanted all of his body on
the other side. Jerking his head down so I could moan in his ear, I
whispered, “I want you…now.” Well, I think I whispered it.

Kellan pulled his head away and stared at me. The heat in his
eyes was glorious. Those I-want-to-have-sex-with-you eyes had a way
of turning my insides into molasses, warm and gooey…delicious. His
eyes darted down my body as he adjusted the way our hips lined up.
He didn’t have to say a word; I could feel the hardening mass in
his jeans that was telling me that he wanted me, too…right now.

Licking his lips, he looked up at where we were—surrounded by a
bunch of dancing, drunk people in the middle of Matt’s living room.
Bringing his eyes back down to mine, he reached up to disentangle
my fingers from his hair. Lacing our hands together, he nodded his
head towards the hallway.

Leaning into my body, he growled into my ear, “Come with
me.”

God, I nearly did.

Clutching his hand with both of mine, I bit my lip and eagerly
nodded. I had no idea where he intended to take me or even what
exactly we were going to do once we got there, but I really didn’t
care either. I just wanted to be with him, alone with him.

Giggling, I pressed into his back as he worked us through the
throngs of people. Most clapped him on the shoulder as he walked
by, some of the girls being brave enough to drag their fingers down
his arm suggestively. I glared at those girls but Kellan ignored
them, focused on his task of getting us alone. As one trio of women
blatantly stared at his ass, I nearly yelled, “Stare all you want,
I’m the one he’s about to screw!”

Thank God Kellan jerked me forward right as I was about to say
it. Stumbling a little, I forgot to.  Smiling back at me as I
readjusted my footing, he laughed as he managed to finally get us
into the hallway. Twisting to face me, he brought his free hand
around to cup my cheek. Pulling my head into his, he found my lips
again. I groaned as the sweetness of his breath hit me. I normally
didn’t care for the smell of beer, but Kellan could make anything
sexy.

Kellan walked us down the hallway backwards while we made out,
occasionally running us into a few partygoers that didn’t move
aside fast enough. He stopped beside a closed door. I didn’t know
whose door it was or where it led, and as his tongue flicked along
mine, I didn’t care, just so long as he opened it soon.

Missing the handle on his first attempt, Kellan had to try
again. He finally got the door open on his third try and we hurried
inside. He closed it blindly, flicking the light switch on
afterwards. As Kellan locked the door, I briefly looked at what
room we were in. My light-as-air head hoped it wasn’t Griffin’s.
Luckily it wasn’t…it was the bathroom.

Frowning, I looked up at Kellan. “This is a bathroom.”

He nodded, his mouth parted as he eyes locked on my lips. “Yeah,
I know.”

I wanted to object or something, but his mouth came back to mine
and the only sound I made was a moan of delight. Wanting him so bad
I ached everywhere, I threw my hands back into his hair and pressed
my body against his. Our lips were frantic as the passion within us
boiled over.

Nearly overcome with desire, I growled, “You always make me feel
so good…I’m going to make you feel good, too, Kellan. I want you so
much.”

He nearly panted as my lips shifted to his neck. Kellan closed
his eyes and let his head drop back. “Oh God…I love it when you’re
like this.”

Breathing heavy myself, I peeked up at him. “Like what…drunk?” I
started to laugh, but his skin was calling me and instead, I drug
the tip of my tongue along his throat.

He hissed in a quick inhale, then swallowed. “No,” he breathed.
“Confident…like you finally get it.”

I pulled back to look at him and he brought his head back down
to stare at me. “Get what?” I whispered, licking the edge of his
lip as I pressed my aching body into his clearly strained one.

His eyes fluttered for a second before he refocused on me. “That
I’m yours…that you can take me…anywhere, anytime, anyway. That you
own every piece of me.”

Heat and desire pooled in me. “If I own you, then I want to take
you…now…here. I want to make you come,” I murmured, surprisingly
myself.

As he smiled crookedly, I pushed him against the counter,
grinding my hips into his and yanking his head back down to mine. I
wanted him so bad that it didn’t even bother me anymore that we
were in a tiny bathroom, making out in the middle of a raucous
party. I moaned in his mouth, panting with need as his tongue
brushed mine. His breath was equally fast as he cupped my bottom,
pulling me tighter into his fully ready body.

“God…yes. I need you, Kiera,” he breathed into my mouth. “Can
you feel how much I need you?” I could only whimper in response, my
fingers brushing down his chest to pull feebly at the denim looped
around the one button holding his jeans closed.

People knocked and banged on the door, but we ignored them and
they eventually walked away, grumbling something my buzzed mind
couldn’t make out under the loud music streaming in from the living
room. Breaths and hearts racing, our mouths attacked each other’s.
While my numb fingers tried unsuccessfully to unfasten his jeans,
his slid up my ribs, sweeping my t-shirt with it. Giving up on the
button, since my drunken fingers never could unfasten them, I
helped him remove my shirt over my head.

My hands came down to his shirt as the beat boomed on through
the door. Within seconds his bare chest was before me and I pressed
our stomachs together, relishing the similar heat. Tangling my hand
back through his hair, I forced his lips back to mine. His fingers
slid across my necklace, feeling the symbolic representation of him
on my skin. Then they slipped into a bra cup, pinching a nipple. I
cried out, the sound echoing in the tiny room.

“Uh, Kellan? You in there?”

A voice behind the door broke through our growing moans of
passion, but I was far too drunk to care. I ignored the irritated
person just as much as Kellan did. His mouth broke away from mine,
sweeping the cup of my bra aside to lock around a nipple, his
tongue swirling around the rigid peak. Groaning, I held his head to
me and ground my hips into his, needing to feel that wonderful
hardness, that connection full of erotic promises.

“Dude, Kellan, I know you and Kiera are in there…people saw you
two head that way. Open the door.”

Cursing, Kellan separated from me. I instantly went for his
mouth, but he pushed me back a little and unlocked the bathroom
door right next to us. Cracking it open, he scowled at the person
on the other side of it. “What, Matt?”

I laid my head on Kellan’s chest and stared blankly at Matt
looking at us through the slit in the door. He didn’t look happy.
“Are you about to have sex in my bathroom?”

Without missing a beat, Kellan responded with, “Yes,” and
started closing the door. My hazed mind found it funny and I
started laughing.

Matt stopped the door with his hand. “Kell, we only have one
bathroom. I don’t want people peeing in my kitchen sink.”

Sighing in irritation, Kellan opened the door wider and glared
at Matt. Matt looked down at Kellan’s bare chest, then my half
naked chest, then snapped his eyes up to Kellan’s eyes. Kellan
shook his head and shrugged. “Bedroom or bathroom,” was all he
said.

Matt scrunched his brow and Kellan repeated himself, raising his
eyebrows. “Bedroom or bathroom? You pick, Matt.”

Sighing, Matt rolled his eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.”

Grinning, Kellan slammed the door shut and locked it again. I
giggled as my mind swam. On the other side I heard Matt slurringly
yell, “And clean up when you’re done, damn it!”

Already ignoring him, Kellan and I resumed attacking each other.
My amped-up body responded instantly to everywhere he touched me. I
was on fire as his fingers traveled around to unsnap my bra. I
moaned, “Yes,” quite loudly, as his mouth took me in. Pushing
against him, I tried undoing his pants again. He laughed when I
still couldn’t.

“You never could do drunk undressing,” he murmured, loosening
the button and shoving his jeans down.

Not answering him, my hand slipped right into his boxers.
Grasping the thickness I wanted more than anything, I squeezed the
base. He whimpered and pushed me against the wall. My head thudded
as I lightly bumped into it. I heard myself murmur, “Yes,” again,
but it nearly felt like someone else was saying it. Panting in my
ear, his fingers worked on removing the rest of my clothes. As I
slid my hand up and down the hard length of him, he ripped down my
jeans, shoving them harshly off my hips.

Backing away from me, he disengaged my hand from himself so he
could slip off my shoes and rip my pants and underwear off my legs.
Completely bare before him, and way too drunk and horny to care, I
ran my fingers up my own body. Cursing under his breath, he slipped
off his own shoes, then the rest of his clothes. Licking my lips at
the sight of him, I moaned that I wanted him in me. It echoed
around the room and I smiled.

Grinning devilishly at me, his own eyes unfocused, he shook his
head. “Not yet.”

I frowned as I leaned against the wall, watching him standing
before me, but way too far away for what I needed. Then he dropped
to his knees in front of me. My slow head couldn’t figure out what
he was doing, especially when he grabbed my leg and pulled it up
over his shoulder. I realized right where his head was now lined
up, when he brought his mouth right to my aching core.

Crying out, I smacked my head against the wall again. It felt
incredible, and as he sucked, swirled and stroked the most
sensitive part of me, I made noises that would have had me burying
my head in embarrassment on a confident day.