The Boy Next Door

Chapter One

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Colton

Summer before freshman year of college...

My lips quirk at the corners as I glance around. It's fucking madness, and I wouldn't have it any other way. This is exactly how you kick off summer vacation. Leave it to Beck Hollingsworth to throw the mother of all graduation parties. The three key ingredients necessary for a kickass party are present—scantily clad chicks, plenty of free-flowing booze, and last but not least, parents conspicuously absent from the festivities. Never let it be said that Beck doesn't know how to do it up right. After all, this isn't his first rodeo. This guy has thrown some over-the-top, police-called-to-break-it-up, someone-almost-drowns-in-the-pool parties over the years.

There's a girl tucked under each arm as they stare adoringly up at me. Albeit drunkenly. A few more crowd around, circling like sharks, waiting for an opportunity to home in on the action. Delicate hands stroke over my bare chest. Another female presses her breasts against my back as her nimble fingers slide their way across my waist and wrap around my ribs.

One thing is for sure, I'm going to miss these girls when I leave for college next month. This is a carefully curated group I've trained since freshman year. I have rules when it comes to the opposite sex.

And the first one is that I don't do relationships. If that's what you're looking for, find your pleasure elsewhere. If you think you can parlay a one-night stand into a bona fide relationship, you've got the wrong guy. I have zero interest in getting serious or forming attachments.

Rule number two—what happens at a party stays at a party. Don't bring that shit to school Monday morning. As long as everyone walks away feeling good at the end of the night, it's a win-win situation. I'm careful to cull out the ones who are secretly looking for more of a connection.

Needy and clingy chicks need not apply.

Rule number three—

"Colton," a female voice purrs in my ear, "let's go upstairs."

My gaze flickers to Ella Sullivan. She's become a fan favorite over the years. Pretty face. Banging body. And has demonstrated an impressive stamina when it comes to blow jobs.

She's got that elusive trifecta going on.

"Yeah, Colton," Marissa Dix adds, trying to get in on the action as she presses her sweet titties against me, "let's get out of here. It's way too crowded."

Did someone order a threesome for the evening?

Yes, please.

What I've discovered is the more, the merrier. Added bonus, it's difficult to say that you were under the impression we were exclusive when you sat there and watched me bone your friend Saturday night.

I'm about to let these girls have their wicked way with me when I catch a flash of long blond hair from the corner of my eye. Before I can stop myself, my head snaps in that direction. It's like an automatic reflex.

Every muscle goes whipcord tight.

Alyssa Williams.

What the hell is she doing here?

I'd hoped she would remain conspicuously absent from tonight's gathering. If there's one chick I avoid at all costs, it's the blonde firecracker. My gaze slides to the girl she's dragging through the crowd like a ragdoll. By the stubborn set of Mia's jaw, my guess is that her bestie wasn't given much of a choice when it came to making an appearance. The dark-haired chick looks like she's being held at gunpoint. Now that brings a smile to my face. Mia is Beck's next-door neighbor. She hates the dude with the passion of a thousand burning suns.