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Just as I was groaning his name, rocking my hips against him, he
separated from me. Stumbling back a step, he brought his mouth back
up to mine and shoved his tongue inside. I tangled my fingers in
his hair, pulling him flush to my body.

It seemed deathly quiet in the house. I couldn’t even make out
the thump of the music anymore, but I could
not
have cared
less—I needed him so bad. Groaning, I grabbed his throbbing mass
and tried leading him to where I needed him. He stubbornly removed
my hand…tease. “I want you inside me…now,” I begged out,
panting.

Pulling me away from the wall, he stumbled back a step. His
finger came down to swipe across my wet flesh and I cried out. “Oh
God, please…take me, Kellan.”

Muttering, “Yes,” to himself, he kissed down my neck, down my
collar bone, and down to my breasts again. I swiveled against his
hips, desperate for more. I was nearly ready to climax from the
anticipation alone.

Walking backwards, he stumbled into something and sat down. He
looked around, surprised, then laughed when he realized he was
sitting on the closed toilet. He smiled, looking up at me, but I
couldn’t smile anymore. I had an ache that I needed him to finish
satisfying.

Straddling his hips, I lowered myself onto him.  He stopped
smiling when he penetrated me. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a
quick breath through his teeth and dropped his head back to a stack
of towels behind him. “Oh God, Kiera…yes.”

Watching him closely, I rocked my hips. The feel of him in me
was the most fulfilling thing my drunken body had ever experienced.
He cringed in ecstasy, biting his lip. I smiled, loving how I
affected him, and loving how he affected me. Rocking against him
again, I arched my back and cried out his name. He opened his eyes
and looked up at me. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, caressing my
chest, my hips.

I bit my lip at his words, rocking against him again. The
sensation heated up my numb core and I quickly felt the desire
rising to a nearly painful level. Dropping my head back, I cried
out repeatedly in an ever escalating rhythm. I couldn’t stop
myself…it felt so good. I was so close.

“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up to suck on my breast again.

I moaned at how delicious that word was, but frowned on
principle. “Don’t swear,” I muttered, pressing into him harder so
he slid even deeper inside of me. Standing slightly, I used my body
weight to slam myself against him. It was hard, deep and
intense.

He cringed and panted, grabbing my hips encouragingly. “I’m
sorry…fuck, I’m sorry…just please don’t stop.” He pulled my hips
into his body in a faster rhythm than I was going and I matched
him.

Feeling wild and uncharacteristically unrestrained, I bucked
against him, thrashing my body into his. He was moaning just as
hard as I was as I felt the buildup approaching. By the look on his
face, I knew he was there too and I begged him heatedly to come
with me.

He opened his mouth, his breath halting as I felt him starting
to explode. He groaned low and intense right after, but the sound
was lost in the cry I made. I clutched his head to me as I hit my
peak. I swear my vision phased in and out, and not because I was
wasted. Every fiber of my body tingled with pleasure, starting from
my belly and expanding outward. My toes even curled as I rode out
the sensation with a chorus of, “Yes, yes…Kellan…God…yes.”

As we panted against each other, holding the other tight, I
thought I heard a strange sort of clapping and laughing from the
hallway, but I was way too far gone to care. “I love you,” I
murmured, burying my head in his shoulder.

Sighing contently under me, he rested his head in the crook of
my neck. “I love you, too.”

We stayed like that for a minute more, until I started to shiver
and people started knocking on the door again. Stumbling and
fumbling around, we managed to get dressed with everything we’d
come into the room wearing. At least, I hoped so. I’d hate for
Griffin to find anything of mine that I might have missed.

When Kellan opened the bathroom door and we stepped through it,
every eye turned our way. I blinked, my head swimming as I wondered
why everyone was staring at me. Then the whistles started and
people nearby clapped Kellan on the back. Thinking they were still
congratulating him on his upcoming trip, I shrugged and smiled.
People laughed even more at my reaction.

Biting back a smile, Kellan led me into the living room. Once we
were in the center, Griffin approached us. I naturally took a step
away from him, but grinning broadly, he stepped right up to me,
handing me a bottled beer.

“Kiera, I think I love you,” he gushed. Cringing, I took the
beer and drank it, just so he’d back up a step.

Laughing, Griffin smacked Kellan on the chest. “You are the
luckiest fucking son of a bitch.” Handing Kellan a beer from his
other hand, Griffin playfully scowled. “I mean, I hated you before,
but now, I really can’t stand you.”

Kellan started nodding and pushing Griffin’s shoulder away,
repeatedly glancing at me like he was worried I’d start to flip
out. My fuzzy mind was too hazed to know why. Shaking my head at
Griffin’s odd comments, I tipped back my beer again. The alcohol
had just hit my lips when Griffin said, “That was so hot…like, off
the scales hot. You guys should make a porno…I’d totally buy
it!”

The people around us laughed at his comment and I started
choking on the beer I’d just swallowed. Wait? What was Griffin
talking about? What was hot?  Wait…did he say porno? My
drunken cheeks flushed at just the thought.

Just as comments and the crowd’s stares and laughter slowly
began clicking into place for me, Kellan shoved Griffin away from
us and made his way to the stereo. Turning it up loud again, he
hopped onto a nearby coffee table. With Kellan dancing up there
like he was at a club downtown, I stopped trying to piece together
the mystery that was Griffin. I really didn’t want to think about
him and his rude comments anyway.

Kellan extended a hand out to me as a group of girls immediately
started encircling on the floor around him. Giggling, I joined him
on Matt and Griffin’s sturdy furniture. Laughing, Kellan and I
finished our beers as we danced. Kellan sang all of the fun, anthem
songs to the crowd, riling them up to party more, but he sang the
sweeter songs directly to me, moving our bodies together in a
rhythm that was both beautiful and erotic. I finally felt equal to
every gorgeous girl in the room with the way he stared at me, moved
with me, sang to me. For several wonderful, hazy-brained hours, we
were all able to put aside the painful moments that were quickly
approaching with the dawn, when the boys would be leaving, and we
danced the rest of the night away. Well, the rest of the early
morning.

My head felt like someone was banging on a gong when I groggily
woke up the next day. My mouth was dry, too. So dry, it hurt. I
wanted water, but I was too afraid to move. I didn’t want my
banging head to turn into a spinning stomach.

Peeking an eye open, I risked a glance at my environment. I
really didn’t see anything, other than the body I was smashed
against. A t-shirt filled most of my vision and I froze, trying to
remember how and when I’d fallen asleep. Everything from last night
was so blurry that I wasn’t even sure
where
I’d fallen
asleep.

Hoping against hope that the body lying underneath me was
Kellan, I attempted to lift my head. The gong increased in volume,
my vision flexed in and out. Finally, I was able to focus on a pair
of perfectly plump lips. Exhaling in relief as I took in the
familiarity of Kellan’s face, I focused on the rest of my body.

Sore and a little achy, I was lying on top of Kellan, nearly
head to foot. The two of us were cuddled up on a long, narrow
couch, Kellan just inches away from the edge of it. It wasn’t my
garish couch or Kellan’s lumpy one either.  My arms were heavy
as they rested on his chest. My legs felt leaden as they were
tangled up with his. Even my girly parts felt overworked…although,
I wasn’t sure why.

 I was sure I’d be feeling the overindulgence of the
previous evening for the next three days. Groaning softly, I felt
the warm arms laced around my waist tighten. “Mornin’.”

Flinching a little at his soft words, I shut my eyes. Peeking
just one open, I looked up at him. “I’m right here, you don’t have
to be so noisy,” I whispered.

Chuckling as he stretched his body beneath mine, he opened his
eyes to gaze at me. Bringing a hand up to run a finger back through
my hair, he quietly whispered, “How do you feel?”

Cringing, I leaned into his hand and he obligingly held my head.
I was immediately grateful, since I didn’t have the strength to
keep it up anymore. “Like a marching band took up residence in my
skull.”

He grinned, looking tired but in much better shape than I. His
eyes glanced down my body. “How’s your stomach?”

Not wanting to give my stomach the opportunity to revolt by
giving it any attention, I shrugged. “It’s fine…for now.” Grimacing
and trying to swallow with my completely parched throat, I added,
“I’m mainly thirsty.”

Kellan nodded, like he’d expected as much. “Matt’s not up yet,
but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you getting some water out of his
fridge.” He grinned a little devilishly, then added, “Unless you’d
prefer the water from the bathroom.”

My eyes widened at hearing that we were still at Matt’s. I
supposed that was a good thing, since neither of us had been in
driving condition last night. We must have literally danced until
we crashed. I vaguely remembered being tired and sitting down with
him. Sitting must have turned into lying, and that must have turned
into sleep.

Lifting my head off his hand, I took in his devilish expression
as he watched me. Shaking my head, very carefully, as it was
throbbing, I furrowed my brows. “Why do you look like…?” My
thoughts drifted off as his comment stung my ears. The bathroom…
Even vaguer memories of a tiny, enclosed place echoing with heated
sounds of sex filled my brain.

Forgetting my head and my hangover, I sat up straight on his
lap. He grunted a bit as my weight shifted to his sensitive parts.
My eyes wide, I said at full volume, “Did we have sex in the
bathroom?”

We both cringed at my statement and I rethought my assessment
that Kellan was fine. Peeking an eye at me, he chuckled. My cheeks
heated as I desperately hoped that no one else had heard me say
that. Slow and seductive, Kellan murmured, “Oh…yeah.”

My eyes widened and I hoped that nobody at the party knew about
that moment. As Kellan smiled at me, a satisfied expression sliding
over his momentary pain, memories fought their way to the surface.
Memories of people clapping…whistling…cheering…Griffin…

My hands flew to my mouth as I started shaking my head. “Oh my
God.” Slowly lowering my fingers, my head suddenly felt fine in
comparison to the dread in my veins. I whispered, “Did they all
hear us?”

Looking anywhere that wasn’t me, Kellan bit his lip. “Well…we
really weren’t being quiet and it
is
a pretty small
bathroom…so…”

Groaning again, I dropped my head to his chest. “Oh my God,” I
muttered, mortified.

Chuckling under me, Kellan rubbed my back. “Don’t worry about
it, Kiera. Everyone told me they thought it was hot.”

I jerked my head up, regretting the quick movement, but needing
to glare at him. “Everyone?”

Twisting his lip, he shrugged. “Just the few I talked to after
you passed out.”

Dropping my head back to his chest, I whimpered. Good God,
everyone at the party had listened to me having sex. And I was
remembering it more and more now that we were talking about it. It
had been good sex. It had been great sex. It had been loud sex! I
could never show my face in public again, let alone ever go back to
Pete’s. “Oh my God…”

Still chuckling lightly underneath me, Kellan kissed my head.
“You were letting go, Kiera…I liked it.” As I collected my
embarrassment, mixing that pain with my aching body, Kellan
whispered, “Was that your first time in a bathroom in the middle of
a party?”

Tilting my head at him, I lifted an eyebrow and pursed my lips.
“Yeah, that was a definite first.”

Fully smiling, he laced his arms over my back, pulling the rest
of my body down to his. “Good,” he replied spunkily. When I
furrowed my brows, he shrugged and added, “I like giving you
firsts, remember?”

Not able to help myself, I shook my head and smiled at him.
Then, remembering something else, I frowned. “Did Griffin seriously
say we needed to make porn?” Kellan twisted his lips and nodded. I
groaned, sagging my head back down to his chest. “Oh, because he
heard us…heard me. Goddamn it.”

Kellan laughed at my seldom use of swear words and rubbed my
back soothingly. “You’ll live, Kiera. And on the bright side, it
will be a night you’ll probably never forget.” I took a second to
peek up and smirk at him before lowering my head back to his chest.
He was definitely right about that…I would never forget Griffin
telling me that he’d gladly buy my sex tape. “And don’t be
embarrassed…I’m not.”

I lifted my head to look at him again and he happily shook his.
“You were hot, and every guy in that place wanted to be me in that
bathroom. I don’t feel the least bit bad that every man was
jealous,” he grabbed my hips, pulling me into him, “as long as
you’re only mine.”