Party scene.
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D R A Y S • P O V

I'm a little buzzed.

But hey, it's my birthday.

The evening is in full swing and it's still early. I have to assume that the nights progression will lead to more guests, more booze and inevitably some drama. That's just how it goes. It's always a good time though.

The den is packed. Dallas and I are seated on the sofa with a group of friends gathered around. The music thumps, the sound of pool balls smashing into each other and loud slurred chatter sounds throughout the space.

A spare couch has been pushed up to create a circle of sorts. Austin, Chrissy and Maxon are squished on to the two seater sofa while Dallas, Jed and I are on the other.

And my girl looks gorgeous. As usual.

She's seated on my lap, her arm resting over my shoulder and around my neck as she cradles a bottle of jack in her spare hand. I can tell that she's bored. She doesn't really associate with anyone here aside from Spencer. I'd offered to whisk her upstairs and hide away with her for the rest of the evening. But she won't let me. She insists that I need to stay and socialise at my own party.

"Do you's remember Michelle Wyatt?" Austin gets the attention of the group, redirecting the conversation for the billionth time in the last half n hour.

The group collectively appear as though they don't have a clue. Looks of uncertainty and small shoulder shrugs are prominent.

"Stacy Wyatt's little sister?" Maxon asks from his spot on the edge of the couch.

"Yeah!" Austin snaps his fingers with a bright expression. Everyone else seems a little more caught up now. "Michelle's pregnant."

"Damn. Isn't she like super young?" Chrissy - Austin's date - looks mind blown.

And half cut.

"Yeah she's like fifteen."

"That's so sad." Dallas pouts before she takes a sip of the drink in her hand. I'm surprised by the initiation at participating in the conversation. But I'm glad none the less.

"Yeah apparently the baby daddy took off. Michelle's Dad is pissed!"

"Fuck, I'd probably do the same though." Maxon snorts like the obnoxious toss that he can be and I feel Dallas stiffen. My hold on her waist tightens a little in a message of comfort.

"If you guys wanna fuck around and hit it raw then be prepared to deal with the consequences." She shrugs with a subtle scowl on her face. She's attempting to appear less pissed off than she really is. My hand slides along her bare silky thigh as I rest my forehead on her shoulder so that no one can see me laugh.

It's always amusing when Maxon gets put in his place.

"She has a point." Chrissy speaks up and I automatically notice the abrupt distaste on Austin's features. Something tells me that the two of them won't last very long. "I mean, you boys wanna have all the fun and tell us bullshit like, your dicks are too big for a rubber and other nonsense! But then bolt when your little creatures end up in our uterus. You're all a bunch of assholes."

She stands up and storms off which I don't think any of us imagined was where the conversation was headed. A small lull in the group brings on an awkward pause as eyes dart around in surprise at one another. However, it doesn't take long before a hum of conversation picks up again.

"You broke my date!" Austin gives Dallas a harsh glare from across the circle and if he doesn't fix his face, I'll fucking fix it for him.

"Broke her?" She scoffs, not at all phased by Austin's hostility. "I think that's an improvement. She can do better."

"Oi Charlie! Cigarette?" Jed stands up and shouts across the room at his younger brother, who's about to head upstairs, cutting off any comment that Austin was about to bite back with. Good thing too. If he doesn't watch his mouth, it won't end well for him. Jed steps over the feet beneath him before he pauses and turns around. "Dray, you wanna come outside for a smoke?"

"Na I'm good bro."

Dallas shifts a little as if she was about to let me up but then pauses when I decline the offer. I haven't smoked as much recently. I haven't needed too. Dallas is the most powerful vice that I've ever known. She calms and soothes me. She's a godsend.

"I'm going up to the kitchen," Maxon stands up, downing the last of his beer before he wipes the remnants from his lips with the back of his hand. "Gonna see what's going on with the keg."

He takes off and that leaves us with Austin. Despite the volume in the room, a mildly awkward lull settles between us and I can physically feel the stiff hostility radiating off my girl. I can't blame her. Austin is a bit of an asshole and the two of them haven't had a smooth relationship from the get go.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom and grab another drink." She murmurs, twisting her body so that her face hovers an inch from mine. Her eyes immediately captivate me. The shape, the colour, the depth. It's astounding. I've heard people talk about the power of a girls gaze. But I've never experienced it and it's amazing.

"Okay baby." I mumble, pecking those sweet lips a few times before she hops up, her weight pressing against my crotch as she wiggles off. Damn, she winds me up when she isn't even trying.

She rounds the couch and disappears. When I glance at Austin, I notice him watching her depart over my shoulder, an unimpressed expression etched on his features.

"Bro, she's a bitch." He huffs and shifts, slouching further into the couch as he pulls on his jeans at the knee.

"Austin," I sigh with a smile that I reserve just for those moments where sarcasm needs a visual. "I'll fucking shove this bottle up your ass if you talk shît about her." I wave the neck of my beer in his direction.

"Just doesn't make sense." He shrugs his shoulders with a disgruntled expression. "She's so bitter. Can't take a fucking joke and always looks super stiff. She's hot but fucking dim."

"She doesn't like you, you dumb cunt!" I scoot forward and sit on the edge of the couch, as if a closer proximity will help direct the words straight into his thick skull. "She's actually a fucking awesome time. She's funny as hell and literally, she's up for anything-"

"Kinky."

"Shut the fuck up." I snap. "She's the best fucking girl that I've ever met. You just don't get to see it because you act like an asshole." 

"Gees, calm down." He scoffs, picking at the label on his drink with his gaze down cast in his lap. "You sound so whipped."

He doesn't catch the roll of my eyes as I stand up. "Whipped and proud man. I'm probably getting laid a fuck ton more than you are."

His head shoots up and I almost laugh at the wounded expression on his face. I gesture over towards the far side of the room where Chrissy has perched herself in some dudes lap. The flirting is obvious from here. But I can't feel sorry for Austin. He chooses to be a cuck all the time.

I move through the room and spend a few minutes engaged in different conversations with different groups. Each time I greet someone new, I'm offered a drink or a blunt. I've even been offered a small white pill. But while I'm happy to down a few beers, I prefer not to put unknown drugs into my system. 

After about twenty minutes, I'm interrupted from the conversation I'd been having with Grayson when Maxon's voice comes booming from the stair case. He and a few of the boys are jostling down the last few steps with a woman in tow. She's wearing a black dress and ridiculously high heels. Her long, white blonde hair is straight down her back and the make up ... wow.  I have nothing against the art of doing ones face up. But damn. She's got a lot on. 

Fuck.

I'd been hoping that this tradition would skip me. I hadn't bought it up. The boys hadn't brought it up. No one had said a damn thing. But it's obvious that it had been planned all along as the people in the room, move to create a circle and a chair is placed in the centre of the room.

"Come on birthday boy!" Jed appears from behind me and steps between Grayson and I, clamping down on my shoulder as he pushes me towards the lone seat. My eyes scan the space for Dallas, some cowardly part of me hopes that she'll intervene so that it won't go ahead. It's kind of hard to reject the 'gift' when the entire room is watching and cheering with excitement.

My ass has barely hit the wood before the hired entertainment throws a leg across my lap, rolling her hips and trying her hardest to resemble 'sexy'. She just doesn't do it for me though. She's not the right blonde. She doesn't have those prominent curves. Her jaw line is too sharp and her dancing, while I'm sure she's talented, doesn't carry the rhythm that Dallas does.

As awkward as I find this entire thing, I force a laugh and a smile for the sake of not forcing the entire crowd into a sense of awkwardness. I might be cringing with internal pain and discomfort, but if I show that, the entire party will feel it and it'll be downhill from there.

I barely had time to register that Dallas was storming right towards me and when I did catch sight of her, I became excited for a brief moment, thinking that she'd come to flip out and demand that it stops. But that's not the approach that she went with. . . At all.

The stripper is shoved off my lap, landing in a heap on the floor before Dallas throws her leg over my lap and begins to roll her hips back and forth. My hands grip her hips because damn, if she wants to give me a little dance then I have no objections. I was right when I said that the stripper didn't hold a candle to the flame that is Dallas. She swings her leg straight up in the air and damn, that flexibility is something else. She turns around, her ass pressing against the bulge in my pants. Her hair falls in waves, swaying with the sensual dance.

But when her dress becomes loose in my grip and I realise that she's unzipped it, it feels like someone's thrown a cold bucket of water at my face. My gaze is directed at the crowd instead of her figure and the sight of dozens of ogling eyes and eager dickheads, watching my girl get naked makes me mad as hell and she better stop soon.

I can practically hear the thoughts and see the intentions radiating from their devious faces. True, those are my thoughts and my intentions, but she's mine. She isn't theirs to see. They don't deserve to see her in her most vulnerable state. I technically haven't made it official between us. I've been planning it of course, but in some ways, I have no right to be so territorial.

That logic flies out the window though, the second she circles the chair and comes back into view in a thong and bra, causing the perverted fucks that I call friends to holler as though they're in a damn strip club.

"Take it off!" Someone who sounds an awful lot like Austin, shouts. That asshole is getting a twack next time I see him.

My hand wraps around her dainty wrist as I fly out of my seat, sending it backwards. Her expression is confused as she stares up at me with bright doe eyes. She looks wasted but I don't gaze at her for too long, feeling too pissed off that she'd put herself in a position to be degraded by these cunts in the first place.

Pushing her through the crowd, I bend down and snatch her dress off the ground as we go. I think that the expression on my face is warning enough for the masses that we have to pass before we get to the door at the top of the stair case. No one touches her. If they had, they would have lost their fucking fingers.

The sight of her ass bouncing up and down in front of me as we take the stairs up to my bedroom would often serve as a distraction, but not even her delectable figure can calm me down right now.

She's mine. Those filthy cunts have never respected her. They've wanted her for one thing and one thing only and call me selfish, but I fucking love this girl. She might not know it, but I do and I shouldn't have to share the sight of her with people that have such one track thoughts.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout, the anger finally coming to the surface as I slam the bedroom door shut. She stands a few feet away, cowering in her lace get up. "What was that?"

"It was a lap dance?" She murmurs.

As hard as I'm trying, the sight of her in that fucking lace lingerie is making it hard to focus. I toss the dress at her but it falls to the floor and her brows knit together, her pouty little face morphs into anger and I'm about to get it. "Oh, so that artificial bitch can dance on you, but not me!?"

My gaze which had previously been watching the carpet in an attempt to straighten my thoughts, shoots up and meets her glare. It's almost impossible not to forget the argument when I catch the sight of her olive legs stemming from the black pumps on her feet. Her toned tummy and the full cleavage that's being pushed up by the lace bra. This is why I didn't want a single persons eyes on her.

"Do you think that's what this is about?!" I shout incredulously as I begin walking towards her. She doesn't break eye contact, she doesn't look upset. She just looks pissed and I don't know whether that makes me more angry, or incredibly aroused. "You think i'd rather have her, than you? That's not the fucking problem!"

"Then what is it, asshole?" She shoves my chest, which causes her to recoil with the force. Before I have the chance to decide how this entire fucking situation is making me feel, she begins to step around me. "You know what, fuck you."

Before she can leave, I grip her wrist and have her up against the wall in seconds. She infuriates me. She's fucking stubborn and knows how to shut me down. But for all of the reasons that she drives me mad, they're the exact reasons that I love her. She doesn't take shit from anyone and I can't deny that it's a beautiful thing. "The problem is, is that I don't want any of those perverted assholes, staring at my girlfriend while she dances around in her fucking underwear, dammit!" My hand slams the wall beside her head, not because I'm mad at her. But because I'm mad at me. The alcohol has turned me into a fucking brain dead fool and I can't think straight. I don't know if I've handled this right. I don't know if I'm being unreasonable. I'm also pissed because during this entire thing, I've been fighting a hard on at the sight of her beautiful body. "You're mine. Mine! They're all fucking dirty pricks and I don't want their eyes on you!"

My breathing is rapid and blows at the strands of hair that fall on her awestruck face. "Y-your girlfriend?" She murmurs and it registers that I'd just come out with that before I'd had the chance to talk to her about it. Another reason to kick myself. Fuck. I don't want to take it back though.

"Yes. My girlfriend." I straighten up and let the fact that she looks mildly elated, soothe the internal storm that's causing me to be so damn irrational.

I'd half expected her to tell me to fuck off and that she in fact, isn't my girlfriend. But she allows me to throw her down on the bed and hover above her gorgeous frame, staring up at me with a lustful look that drives me wild.

"My girlfriend. No one else gets to see you like this."

Her arms situate themselves around my neck, her fingers sliding through the hair on the back of my head as she responds with a small nod. I'm vaguely aware that the dog tags fall out of my shirt and her eyes dart down, a flicker of awe illuminating her features.

It seems as though the site of her gift around my neck is a gift in itself because her legs wind themselves around my waist and she simultaneously lifts her head as she pulls me into a breathtaking kiss.

It's hot and needy and I can feel the desperation in every lap of her tongue, in every moan from her mouth, in every tug of her travelling hands. And I match it. She's everything that I need and want and while I'm already regretting the manner in which I made her mine. I don't regret that she is.

"You're mine."

My voice is rough and ragged while I begin to tug at her lace thong. It's not a statement made just to remind her, it's because I can't believe it. I can't believe that I found someone who I adore so damn much. It's as though she was made for me and I don't take that for granted.

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