Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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Logic is more packed than usual, even for a Saturday night. It is the only club on campus and the place we always go to celebrate a win. But bodies are packed onto the dance floor and every table and couch lining the perimeter are full. Even the bar is completely surrounded with people forming irregular lines in an attempt to get a drink.
A table has been reserved for the team, like always. The group I came with makes our way to the section. Bottle service is waiting for us and a drink is placed in my hands as soon as I reach the couches. I expected this though, this is how I met Sadie, after all. The girls working bottle service are just hoping to make big tips or at the very least go home with one of us tonight. What I don't expect to find in our section, though, is my sister sitting next to Camryn. So much for a quiet girls night. Unless this was their plan all along. Go out in as few clothes as possible, get Nora drunk. Torture me in the process.
The bass from the song playing thuds throughout my body. Thanks to the fifth of booze I've consumed, my lips are numb and my thoughts are clouded. It makes it that much harder to not just watch her sitting on the couch. Camryn's eyes dance to mine every few seconds too, like she can't help but to be drawn to me. Our bodies just know where the other is.
I watch as she crosses a leg over her knee. Two days in a row now, she's worn a skirt and those black boots. Today's skirt is even better though. When she sits like that the leather material rides up revealing that her tights stop mid thigh. I picture her standing in them with her lacy black panties and bra. I hate myself for thinking of her like that and even more for what it does to me. But I can't do anything about it besides tuck my erection into the waistband of my pants and keep myself far away from her.
I go in search of another drink and another distraction. I knew it would be easy, all I had to do was look. A girl across the bar has her eyes locked on me almost immediately. Her long black hair is slicked behind her ears and thrown over one shoulder. I watch as the nail on her pointer finger traces the rim of her plastic cup.
"Let me buy you a drink," I whisper in her ear when I finally reach her. It's so loud in here that she doesn't bother to answer. She nods her head and allows me to grab her hand to lead her back to the table.
We're only seated for a few minutes before the song switches and a fast paced beat takes over. The girl in my lap shouts that she wants to dance. Usually I wouldn't agree, but if I don't I might just push her off my lap and go to Camryn. I take another shot from the tray on the table in front of me before following the girl to the dance floor.
We find an opening and she flips around until she's facing away from me. It feels as if it happens in slow motion. My surroundings are blurring together. I barely realize when she starts grinding on me. I grip her hips, needing something to hold onto, to steady myself as she begins to sway against me. She leans back into me and brings her hands up, clasping them around my neck. We continue to move as one. I can tell the girl is trying to show off with each change of the beat. Tiny beads of sweat have started to form on both of our forehead.
