Playing with fire
1303 Words
The bonfire crackled high into the night sky, sending sparks dancing above the lake. Music blasted from a portable speaker, and the air smelled like smoke, alcohol and opportunity. I leaned back against a log, beer in hand, enjoying the way the girls kept stealing glances at me. Josh, my roommate, was chill and didn’t talk much, which suited me perfectly less competition.
My eyes kept drifting to Zoe, the fatso’s pretty best friend. Slim waist, long legs, and a flirty little smile that screamed she was interested. She was sitting across the fire with Fatso, laughing at something. Every time Zoe looked my way, I held her gaze until she blushed.
“Too easy”
I waited until Aurora got up to grab another drink, then made my move. I strolled over and dropped down beside Zoe, close enough that our thighs brushed.
“Hey,” I said, flashing my best smile. “Zoe, right? I noticed you earlier by the lake. Hard not to.”
She giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah? I noticed you too, Prescott Zane. Everyone’s talking about you.”
“All good things, I hope.” I leaned in, letting my voice drop low. “Though I’d rather you judge for yourself.”
“Care for a walk?” Sure she responded.
We talked for a while mostly her laughing at my jokes and touching my arm. I could feel eyes on us, when I glanced up, fatso was standing a few feet away, holding two drinks and staring at me like she wanted to set me on fire.
I smirked and deliberately slid my arm around Zoe’s shoulders whispering nothingness to her ears.
Aurora marched over and shoved one drink at Zoe. “Here, I think we should head back to the cabin soon.”
Zoe hesitated, clearly torn. “In a bit? Prescott was just telling me about his company internship…”
“I’m sure he has lots of stories,” Aurora cut in coldly. “Most of them end with some girl on her knees.”
I laughed. “Still mad about the bathroom, fatso? You seemed pretty shocked. First time seeing a real man in action?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I feel sorry for any girl stupid enough to let you touch her. You treat women like disposable toys.”
“Better than being untouchable,” I shot back, letting my gaze drop pointedly to her body before returning to her face. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Aurora.”
Zoe shifted uncomfortably. “Guys, come on…”
But Aurora wasn’t done. “Stay away from my friend, Zane. You’re nothing but a fuckboy with daddy’s money. The second you get what you want, you’ll discard her like trash.”
I stood up slowly, towering over her. The firelight danced across her angry face, highlighting her full lips and big body size she tries to hide. She was pissed, really pissed, f**k if it didn’t turn me on a little.
“Worried I’ll f**k your best friend better than any guy ever has?” I asked softly, just loud enough for her to hear. “Or are you just mad no one’s offering to f**k you?”
Aurora’s hand twitched like she wanted to slap me. Instead, she grabbed Zoe’s wrist. “We’re leaving. Now.”
As they walked away, Zoe glanced back at me with an apologetic, slightly intrigued smile. Aurora didn’t look back once.
Josh appeared beside me, chuckling. “Dude, what the hell did you do to that girl? She looks like she wants to murder you.”
I took a long swig of beer, watching Aurora’s retreating figure. “Nothing. She walked in on me getting my d**k sucked earlier. Now she’s acting like I ruined her whole week.”
Josh whistled. “Harsh. She’s got fire though.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “She does.”
The rest of the night blurred into more drinking, more flirting, and eventually another quick hookup with a different girl behind the boathouse. But even as I f****d her against the wooden wall, Aurora’s furious face kept flashing in my mind.
I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like her!
By the time I got back to my cabin, Josh was already snoring. I dropped onto my bunk, staring at the wooden ceiling.
Aurora Martins was going to be a pain in my ass all week. Good thing I enjoyed breaking difficult girls.
Or at least putting them in their place.
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