Run Away With Me

Smash Mouth

Alec decides to leave shortly after the beach. He claims an early class and who am I to protest? He was getting too serious for my buzz.

Why is it when you tell people that you aren't going to stick around, they want you to commit to forever? It's like when your mom tried to donate a toy you haven't played with in over a year, but the thought of never seeing it again only makes you want it more.

I shake my head and rid Alec and Mason and Emma out of my mind. I'm here, in the now, throwing a huge party, having the time of my young life. I just want to enjoy it. I feel as if I've finally made the decision to live in the moment but the rest of the world wants me to stay back and enjoy the past.

"How is future Mr. Parker?" Jack joins my side, standing by the booze that somehow magically appeared in the short time I was gone. He starts mixing me a drink, and I know it will be good. He has a way with making any drink taste good or maybe he just knows what I like. He passes it to me, waiting for my answer.

I stare at the alcohol laid across the counter, and then up at him. And for a moment, I can feel the braincells leave my head like I am personally escorting them out the door and telling them to take the night off, because I sure as shit am.

Jack's face twists into something of a question, probably because I'm just staring at him like a dumb bird. Not really sure what's in front of me, head cocked to the side, nothing in the depths of my eyes. Just staring.

As soon as I'm sure the last braincell has left the building, I reach up, take Jack's face in my hands and plant a kiss on his lips. His hands come to my waist, his thumb grazing just under my bralette. He pulls my lower back tight until my front is crushed against his. I can feel the warmth through his shirt and taste the alcohol on his breath. But I don't care. He's warm and welcoming and he smells damn good.

He walks me backwards until my butt hits the counter. I reach back and use a hand to stabilize myself. His hand moves down to caress my ass, lifting me up in one big swoop so my legs are wrapped around his torso and his arm is supporting me. I want to grind into him, feel my heat against him, but all I can manage is a moan into his mouth.

I pull back, looking into his eyes with a grin on my swollen lips. My heart races and I want to bite his lip, taste his skin, kiss him more. Instead of telling him that, I tell him the furthest thing from that.

"I want everything. Everyone. I want it all, and I want it now." I probably sound like a rabid animal, foaming at the mouth, hungry for the world.

"Where do we start?" He slowly eases me down, still pressed tightly against me and for the first time I notice other people in the kitchen giving us the side eye. People that have been coming around for the past week and thought Jack and I were merely friends.

They also thought our names were Tyler and Stella. And that we are from New York, and that this is our house. These people don't know us, and I don't really want them to.

I take his hand and lead him toward the dance floor. I grind against him with the music, touching every inch of his body and him doing the same to me. My fingers snake under his shirt feeling his taught stomach beneath. His eyes are full of lust now and it takes all of my willpower to not repeat our kitchen show.

A girl comes up behind him and starts touching his stomach, fingers trailing my arm. Clearly interested in Jack, she moves to his front, side by side with me. Not wanting to share my toys but also wanting to be a good friend, I release him and dance on my own. His gaze falls from me to her but the same lust isn't there anymore. He would still take her is she let him, but I don't dwell on that.