Holly head Slopes

Chapter nineteen

ABI'S POV

It was the night of the party, and I was much more excited this time. The house looked terrific. The long and overstimulating shopping spree at the risk of being sued by Mason Dugray paid off. This time around, I knew the guys, and I no doubt would be spending most of the evening with Dugray, whom I no longer dread to be around.

The house was overcrowded, and the front garden was hardly visible, thanks to the sea of skiers. Clay, the party bouncer/ bartender, was at his front-of-house post, waiting with his table full of shots. He gave them away with a twisted smile as people cringed at the sharp liquor.

His eyes lit up when I approached the table with Jordan and Ruby. He threw his arms around me like a long-lost friend.

"You came." He beamed like a puppy.

I giggled at his excitement. "Of course. I didn't help spend Dugray's money not to enjoy the results."

"Speaking of, I can already feel him eyeing you up." Clay prompted me to look behind him. Mason stood on the upper floor, focusing on me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. "Take your shot and run." He advised as he passed us a shot each.

Dugray glided down the stairs as if the usual horny guests didn't crowd them. The neon lights lit up their heated exchanges; maybe that wasn't our brightest idea.

"Do you have a tracker on me?" I questioned as the tall, walking sex God stood before me.

"Beautiful things catch my attention," he said casually as if he didn't sound like he walked out of a romance novel. "I will admit, the house looks a lot cooler."

"Don't worry, I won't get used to using your black card."

"Like I care." He shrugged before leaning into my neck. "You can have whatever you want, Abigail." His voice was hot on my skin as he grew closer. His hand found my waist, and all feminist power was gone. He made my heart pound and my pulse rise. "You're looking flustered. Let's get you a drink." He chuckled as he pulled away with a proud smile that he wore too well.

Jordan and Ruby were pouring themselves drinks from the kitchen counter, which was full of the usual expensive alcohol. The bottles seemed to last longer thanks to my sturdy cups, which saved the endless spilt drinks.

"I think you might prefer this," Dugray said from behind me. I narrowed my eyes until he handed me a crystal glass. I giggled so much that my head rested on his chest.

"You're unbelievable." I chuckled as I graciously took the glass. He really did have some tricks up his sleeves.

"A beer pong table is free." Jordan urgently said, bursting the private bubble Dugray and I seemed to create often.

He gestured for me to follow my cousin and lead the way; I took him by surprise when I grabbed his hand and followed Jordan. He didn't pull away or hesitate to grip back, which eased the dancing nerves in my stomach.

"Couple versus couple?" Ruby suggested as we joined her at the newly purchased neon beer pong table. I flinched at the word 'couple,' but Dugray didn't bat an eyelid.

"How's your beer pong game?" He asked me as he walked around the table. I could see his competitive side coming to light, and it was undeniably one of his best looks.

"Oh, handsome, I can win with my eyes closed."

He looked me up and down like he wanted to take me on the pong table. This would be the most challenging game I'd played, with his seductive stare consuming me.

We threw first, and my first ball landed in the centre cup. Dugray chuckled from behind me. I knew he didn't believe I was good at beer pong. His lack of belief didn't faze me; it drove me. Despite being on the same team, I had to prove I was better than Mr Gold Medal.

Throw after throw, I was claiming cups like they belonged to me. I'd never played this well before. Maybe the mountain air gave me magic pong powers. Dugray wasn't too shabby. He had a few shots swiped away from Jordan as our opponents tried to put up a fight. However, one could say that I carried our team.

"I thought you were the king of pong at college, Jord?" I questioned with a giggle as he missed another shot. He attended just as many parties as me, but I have a feeling Ruby may have distracted him from drinking games.

"You two are freakishly good. You probably practice after your secret hook-ups." He replied in a snarky manner. Mason laughed and gripped both my hips from behind.

"All those hard hours we've put in, Abigail." He drew out in his intense, seductive tone. "We should have taken a break for beer pong practice." My jaw dropped. How I loved Dugray's whit.

Jordan's eyes widened at my newest friend's reply. The lack of denial of our hook-ups made me grin. A part of me expected him to be defensive of our agreement. But here he was, bragging to my cousin.

"How about we play girl vs boys," Ruby suggested. She was good at breaking tension.

"That depends on if Jordan is going to punch me." Dugray grinned. Jordan rolled his eyes and left his side of the table.

"You're carrying our team, so I better not." He replied. I took that as my cue to join my new teammate. But I didn't escape before Dugray sneakily gave my arse a juicy pinch. My panties were holding back a river that was getting extremely strong.

And he knew it!

My nerves rose as the boys whispered among each other. I knew how Jordan's mind worked, and I was slowly understanding Dugray's, so their conspiring made me uneasy.

"Mason seems very set on making sure everyone knows who you belong to," Ruby smirked as we set up our blue cups.

"Oh please, I only belong to myself." Mason caught my attention, and an involuntary smile bloomed on my lips. "But I guess I don't mind having Dugray around."

"Oh please, you're loving it. That boy looks at you like another shiny gold medal." Ruby teased before we met the boy's menacing faces.

"How about we make a little bet? Make this interesting." My former teammate proposed with a smug grin.

Whatever they were planning was going to be catastrophic for one team!