"Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom and I got a little turned around," Beth replies, swaying a little and leaning on the wall for support. I've been thinking about her every day, but I never imagined I'd find her here.
"No one's supposed to be down here," I tell her. "That's why the door's kept locked."
"It was open when I came in. But I don't think there's a bathroom down here," she replies, looking confused.
"There's not," I snap back. I hear voices behind me, and recognize Taz's. They're coming this way. It's too late to get her out of the stairwell, and she's definitely not supposed to be down here. Without even knowing why, I step forward and press her against the wall, sliding one hand around her waist and the other around her bare thigh. She tilts her face up to mine, looking shocked, and I take advantage of her parted lips by pressing mine against hers.
"What the fuck, Ford?" I hear Taz say from the top of the stairwell.
I lift my head up and frown, as though I didn't hear them coming. "You mind? A little busy here," I say, nodding to Beth.
Taz takes another step down the stairs and his eyes flick toward Beth and recognize her. "You know damn well no one's supposed to be down here but brothers."
"All the bedrooms were taken," I reply with a shrug.
"So fuck her outside. She's clearly good for it."
I feel anger rise in the back of my neck, but shake it off. "Good idea," I tell him with a smirk. I think he's surprised not to get more of an argument out of me. I take Beth's hand and lead her past Taz and Hersh, then down the hall back to the main room. I lead her right through the mass of people and out the front door, then around to an unoccupied log by one of the fire pits. "Don't do that again," I growl at her, pulling her down next to me and making sure no one is in earshot. "What if Taz had found you down there?"
She shivers. "Don't want to think about it." She looks up at me, studying my face as I stare into the fire. "Thank you."
I'm silent for a while, trying to make sense of what I just did. It's hard to think straight though, with her sitting next to me. And that fucking dress…crimson red and riding high up her thighs. To her credit, she doesn't speak, just lets the silence lie there.
Finally, I clear my throat. "You know another brother here?"
"I came with my friend Candice. She's a guest of this guy named Buzz." Buzz, one of the new prospects that I actually have some respect for. "Woah," she murmurs, and I see her staring at something. I smile as I see one of my brothers leaning back on the fence around the yard as a sweet butt sucks his cock.
"You're blushing," I tell her with a smile. "Not your usual kind of scene?"
"No," she replies with a laugh. "My ex was kind of controlling. I haven't really partied much."
"Sounds like you have bad taste in men."
"Definitely," she replies, looking right at me with a glint in her eye.
I chuckle. "Come on, I'm not all bad."
"But you're also not all good."
"Who is?"
"Certainly not me," she concedes with a wry smile.
"I bet you were one of those kids in school that the teachers always trusted, even when you cut class."
"That's a pretty good description of me, actually," she replies, smiling. "Lately, though, I've been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, but here I am," she says, gesturing to indicate the raucous scene in front of us.
"Maybe you should stop trying to fight that part of yourself. Believe me, it feels good when you finally give in," I tell her, sliding my hand over the small of her back.
I feel her stiffen a little, but when she turns to me, her eyes are glassy with desire. "But what if I lose control? That part of me is what always gets me into trouble," I whisper.
"Trouble's not so bad," I tell her, and suddenly pull her up onto my lap. She gasps, but her knees quickly relax on either side of me and she sits into my already hard cock. Her arms slide around either side of my neck, and I press my hands up her silky thighs. "This is some dress," I tell her.
"Thank you," she murmurs, her eyes on my lips. She dips her head down and presses her lips onto mine. My tongue darts inside her mouth, and I press my right hand closer to her pussy. I can already feel the warmth coming off it, and as I make contact with her panties, I can feel that they're soaking wet. I groan, and slide my pointer finger against her clit.
She pulls her head back as she gasps, and her hair falls back off her shoulders. Her clavicles catch a little light from the fire, and her lips part. I tease her, keeping my fingers over her panties, until her hands are digging into the back of my neck, demanding further pleasure.
I oblige, sliding two fingers inside her. Her head falls against mine, and she moans into my ear. My cock is rock hard for her, but I want her to come for me first. I move my thumb against her clit and circle it around while my fingers thrust inside her. Her knees spread wider, begging me to drive into her deeper and deeper.
Her fingers dig into my hair and her breasts bounce just under my chin. I bend my head down and bury myself in them, breathing in her sweet scent. With a stifled cry, I feel her come against my hand.
Her muscles relax, then she sits up a little and looks at me with a drowsy smile. I pull my fingers out of her and she reaches for the belt of my jeans. Thank god. I don't think I could go another minute without fucking this woman.
There's a loud boom behind us, and Beth jumps forward. I try to grab onto the log, but she's caught me by surprise, and I land on my back on the ground with her on top of me.
"Sorry!" she gasps. "What the hell was that?"
"Fireworks," I groan, pointing up at the sky.
"Oh," she giggles as she turns to look up at the red spray of light in the sky, set off by my brothers at the other end of the yard. "Well, since we're down here," she adds, leaning forward to kiss me again.
"Beth? Beth?" I hear a woman's voice call.
"That's Candice," Beth says, sitting up and looking around. "Over here!" she says, pulling herself up onto the log and waving her arm.
"Fuck," I mumble. Hopefully this'll be a quick interruption. The girl named Candice stumbles over, looking disoriented.
"I think I drank too much," she slurs to Beth.
"I think you might be right," Beth says, standing up. I sit up and stare at her.
"Oh, hello," Candice says, noticing me, then bends over and throws up onto the ground.
"Woah, okay," Beth says, pulling back Candice's hair and rubbing her back. I stand up and head for a cooler. I find the only bottle of water in there and bring it back to Beth. "Thanks," she says appreciatively. Candice seems to have finished puking, but she's swaying dangerously. "I think I better take her home."
"Yeah," I agree reluctantly. "Come on, I think you're going to need help getting her back to your car."
"Hers, actually," Beth tells me. "She was supposed to be the designated driver."
I scoop Candice up and her head bobs with every step as I walk with Beth to the front of the compound. Beth takes the car keys from Candice's purse, and opens the rear door. I lean in and lay Candice down across the back seat, and then Beth leans in and gives her the water bottle.
"Take a few sips of this, okay?" Beth tells her, and Candice mumbles back incoherently. "I don't think she's going to be too happy tomorrow," she says, turning to me. I shut the car door, and wrap my arms around Beth's tiny waist.
"I need to see you again," I tell her.
"Give me your phone," she replies. I take it out of my back pocket and hand it to her. She puts her number in, then hands it back. "See you soon."
"Drive safe," I tell her, and open up the driver's side door for her.
"What a gentleman," she says with a grin.
"I thought that was obvious," I reply. She starts the car and I watch her navigate her way carefully between all the cars parked haphazardly on the lawn.
Suddenly, I frown. She said earlier she was too drunk to find the bathroom, and now she's driving with no problem? A seed of doubt springs up in my stomach. Something's definitely off.