6. Better Back Off

ADRIAN

Tiffany had been waiting right at the foot of the stairs with a drink in hand for me when I got through the door.

The smile on her face promised me more than a good buzz; I wanted to kiss her until I forgot all about Meghan. She was willing to oblige, too.

We made out at the foot of the stairs until she had a leg hooked over my hip, grinding her groin against mine as she panted cherry-scented breaths against my lips.

"Come up to my room? Please? I swear I'm not a tease. I'll let you do anything you want. Just come with me?"

What made Tiff so hot for me?

If I had been less drunk, I might have spent more time thinking about it, but all I could care about was how she made my dick hard enough to drive nails.

We were in her house, at her party, and talking about going to her room so I could get my hands on her body---as far as I was concerned, Tiffany was the only one whose interests mattered under the circumstances. Meghan could find her own fun. Who really cared if she got with Luke? Or some other guy?

Angry stabs of jealousy dug into my head every time I imagined her wrapping her long, long legs around another guy or letting another guy slip her tiny top off so expose her breasts.

"Please, Adrian? I really want you."

Tiffany sounded so sincere. Who was I to turn her down? It wasn't as if cheerleaders threw themselves at me every day or as if I had a thing for cheerleaders anyway. I'd always been a fringe guy -hanging somewhere on the outskirts of being an outsider or a popular kid.

People gave me plenty of space for who knew what reason. I'd thought it was because I had never been one to show my emotions too clearly -everyone knows what they say about 'the quiet ones' being the most dangerous- or because I came from a family with money.

Now?

I don't know what makes people back off me. I just know it's for the best.

I think if someone jumped me, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I spent every day so angry all I could think was 'come get some' when people looked at me for a fight.

"Okay," I told Tiff, "Show me your room."

Tiffany beamed at me as if I'd given her a diamond tiara instead of the promise of a ride on my rod. She grabbed my hand and turned to lead me up the stairs. I missed the weight of her body against mine as soon as it was gone, but I figured I wouldn't be missing it long.

No one even looked at us as we practically raced to her room. Tiffany opened the door and turned to face me, kissing me again as she backed into the room and I pulled the door closed with a hard smack which was almost a slam.

"God, are you sure, Tiff? We don't have to rush."

"I told you I'm not a tease, Adrian. This isn't rushing. It's making sure we both get what we want."

Tiffany pulled her top off and holy fuck, she wasn't wearing a bra! How did I miss out on that detail? Did girls go around without bras all the time? I figured bras were a necessity the way they were always shown in the movies or magazines.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, Tiffany pushed her body against mine, standing on her toes so she could meet my mouth with her own.

I kissed her with every intention of showing her a good time. My hands reached for her waist then one was on her naked breast before I could even think. Who could blame me though? Her tits were firm, tipped in tight pink peaks, and as close to perfect as they could get.

Tiffany moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her nipple before my thumb and forefinger. I rolled it lightly, not wanting to use too much pressure in case she was sensitive.

Breaking away from the kiss, Tiffany whispered, "You're so sexy, Adrian. Can we do a little more or do you need to go for it? Can you hold me up? Am I too heavy?"

I remembered Tiff was often placed at the top of the pyramid during cheers. She was a flyer. Other girls and the random guys on the cheer squad threw her around all the time. I wasn't a huge jock, but I could toss her for sure. No way was I going to even think about her being too heavy for me to lift.

"I got you. Whatever you want."

Tiffany let go of my neck to reach under her skirt for her panties. She pulled them down her thighs before letting them fall over her knees to the ground. Stepping out of them, she kicked the scrap of lace away as if it had personally offended her.

"I want you," Tiffany said, licking her lips while she stared at mine, "I just want you, Adrian."

A part of me wanted to ask 'why?' or 'why me?' or 'why now?' but I didn't really give a shit. My body was on fire with the need for sex while my mind kept shying away from all my attempts at introspection.

I didn't need answers when I could get laid and forget all about thinking for a while.

I grabbed Tiffany's wrist to pull her back against me. Her breasts rubbed against my t-shirt and I groaned as her hand went fumbling for the fastening on my jeans. We kissed as if we were starving for each other, hungry kisses where our mouths fought one another for dominance.

Tiffany had raised her leg up over my hip again when the door started to open behind me, knocking me off balance and sending Tiffany staggering back with a cry.

"What the fuck?!"

Luke pushed the door open with a snap, "What the fuck yourself, Adrian? Meghan is crying her eyes out downstairs while you're getting it in?"

My blood boiled in my veins. Who did Luke think he was? He was supposed to be my best friend; he was trying to take up for my traitor stepsister when he had no idea what she was capable of doing? What she had already done to me?

Mouth twisting into a snarl, I snapped at him, "Fuck Meghan! She's a slut who can take care of herself. Tiffany and I have business up here. What the fuck do you think you're doing interrupting me for my stepsister?"

Luke was everything I wasn't in terms of looks and social standing. He actually was a jock whose muscles proved he spent a lot of time practicing his sports.

In high school, Luke had played football and lacrosse, but he'd gone into lacrosse only in college. There was no way to competitively play two sports at a collegiate level.

Standing a good two to three inches taller than me, Luke looked like a California surfer with his blond hair and blue eyes. Tanned and muscular, Luke had zero problems getting any girl he wanted so why was he on my case about Meghan?

"Look Luke, if you want to bang my slutty stepsister? Knock yourself out. Just wrap it before you tap it. I don't know where she's been."

I was being cruel without Meghan even there to hear me. It was like every time I thought of her my head filled up with poison I had to let out or die holding in.

Luke shoved his way into the room fully, poking me in the chest so hard I knew I'd have a bruise as he said, "Shut the fuck up, dude! She's not some whore! I'm trying to figure out what's going on with you two before she gets in over her head because you're messing with her. Why are you acting like this?

You've not this much of an asshole. Ever. Tell me what's going on before I kick your ass."

Tiffany had retrieved her top while we were sniping at each other. She ran a hand through her hair before rolling her eyes.

"I cannot believe I'm getting cockblocked by Lukas Hanes. You realize you're the reason the majority of my squad lost their virginity before cheer camp was over?"

"Sorry, Tiff. It's not about you. Meghan is really upset. She's not acting right and I don't want to see her get hurt because Adrian is feeling too emo for the evening."

Luke glared at me until I stopped glaring back.

It was pretty hard to stay mad at the guy when he was right: I was being an asshole about Meghan. So she'd fucked me and fucked me over? Lots of guys did the same thing to girls while getting away with it.

I had always hated double standards.

"Well? Are you going to go talk to her?"

"Keep pushing me, Funshine Bear. See what you get."

I threw open the door to Tiffany's room and stalked down the stairs looking for Meghan. I figured I could offer to call her a ride or take her home. We weren't going to make nice or anything, but I would feel pretty shitty if something happened to her at a party because of me.

Some girls were pressed against the downstairs bathroom in almost a mob. They were all chattering at each other, a gaggle of them with all their focus fixed on the bathroom which I knew had to mean something bad.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, elbowing my way to the front of the group.

"Your slutty stepsister is getting her ass beat!" said one helpful chick while another added, "She tried to poach Luke from Rita! Can you believe it?"

I could believe Rita would beat Meghan unrecognizable. That's what I could believe.

Banging my fist on the door, I yelled, "Meghan! Get out here now! I'm taking you home. Don't make me kick this fucking door in!"

Rita better not have laid a hand on Maggie. If anyone was going to hurt her, it was going to be me.

Everyone else better back off.