Page 4 of The Downside of Love
I meananything.
Even step aside and let him go after the girl neither of us can keep our eyes off.
Hell, I’ll even encourage the bastard no matter how painful it might be, because if anyone needs an escape from reality, it’s him.
It might kill me, but I’ll step aside.
EvenifI saw her first.
For my boy.
From my position perched on the rail, I make eye contact with the blonde, who has no shame in eye-fucking me, wetting her lips, and sending me unspoken promises of what our night could be like if I took her up on the opportunity.
I could get into that.
Maybe.
She’s hot.
Unlike the brunette, she’s a little more forthright with her intentions. I watch the way she bends over, sticking her pert ass in the air, the way she rakes her hungry eyes over my body, pausing at my crotch, making it known exactly what she’s thinking about.
The game finishes up and wasting no time, the girls walk toward us, the blonde’s eyes trained on me, the brunette more shy, stealing glances at Colby, causing a pang of jealousy to rip through me.
Because the feeling is mutual.Shewants him.
What I wouldn’t give for her to give me a second of her attention, to glance my way, to see me, rather than Colby who’s avoiding all eye contact with the approaching bombshells.
“Stryder Sheppard, right?” the blonde asks, stepping up, a jut to her hip, confidence pouring out of her.
“Yeah,” I say, taking her in, showing her that I’m interested, even though with each passing glance from her friend, I lean further and further away from the possibility of being with the blonde. But not wanting to be a dick, I ask, “Do I know you?”
Sticking her hand out, she says, “Ryan Collier. You came to our prom with Dani, senior year.”
Dani . . . Dani . . . oh fuck, the girl with the big tits who asked me to go to her prom with her. I didn’t know her too well, but when she asked me at a hot-tub party, topless, fawning all over me, how could I say no? Her fucking nipples scraped against my chest, her hand grazing up my thigh. I would have said yes to anyone at that point.
“Ah, Dani.” I nod my head knowingly. “She’s going to school up in Idaho, isn’t she?” I’m friends with her on Snapchat and watch her shit on occasion,when I’m bored. Still likes to talk to guys with her top off.
“I believe so. Studying hotel management.”
I nod my head in agreement. “Good for her.” Nodding to the brunette, I ask, “Who’s your friend?”
The brunette takes a step forward, her hair flowing with the breeze, the off-the-shoulder sweater she’s wearing making me all kinds of crazy, her soft skin enticing me under the moonlight on this cold November night. The blonde says, “This is Rory. Rory, you remember Stryder, right?”
I wait with bated breath as she parts her lips, her voice so fucking sweet when she speaks. “How could I forget the infamous Stryder Sheppard who led the senior and junior class in an epic rendition of YMCA? You were a legend that night.”
Her voice.
Her scent.
Her fucking breathtaking eyes.
Shit, my heart skips a goddamn beat as I swallow hard, trying to gather myself.
And fuck do I wish I knew who she was in high school, because instead of hanging all over Dani, I would have been asking Rory for her number.
“That’s my jam. What can I say, I was feeling the beat,” I say, giving Rory a subtle once-over.
“Who’s your friend?” Ryan asks, nodding toward the ever-silent Colby.
