Chapter 4

She smiled and continued talking about how awesome the party was going to be and how I needed to find a guy tonight. She was always trying to set me up with guys she thought were cute or that would make me forget about the boy that broke my heart. Chase didn't break my heart necessarily but he definitely cracked it a few times.

"We'll see. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend right now ya know?  I just want to enjoy school and the experience."

"Nobody said shit about getting yourself a boyfriend," she teased.

"Grace!" I laughed. "You know I'm still holding on to the v-card of mine."

"That's my point! Get rid of that shit. It's holding you back. Find a cute boy and get laid. The best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else."

"I am over him... I just haven't found somebody that's worth anything. I'm not waiting for marriage, Grace. I just always assumed that I would at least care about the first guy I slept with."

"First off, you aren't over him. Secondly, caring is overrated. The first dude I slept with literally came within a minute. It was awful." She shrived at the memory.

I busted out laughing and headed to my closet. Thanks for the visual."

~

This end of the year party was crazy. The smell of alcohol and weed were everywhere. Michigan State was always lit but this party felt different. It was electric in here. People were saying goodbye to all the bullshit that came with classes and by the of it, looking for hookups.

Grace and I danced our asses off. We drank way too much and laughed the entire night. Jeff was always by her side but never got in between our girl time. He was a really great boyfriend.

"Can you call us a ride? Jeff's trashed." Grace giggled.

"Since when?!" I slurred my words, laughing as Grace fell into the chair beside us.

I called Jordan, the more fun brother. The one who wouldn't lecture me and who would fist bump me and say about fucking time, Scar. My heart sank when he didn't answer. I mean, it was three in the morning but he usually always answers my calls.

"Shit, Jordan isn't answering."

"Call, Ethan."

"Are you crazy? He'll kill me."

"Fine. Fine. Call Chase. You can get laid tonight." She winked.

"Grace Morgan!"

"What? We do need a ride home but you need another kind of ride if you know what I mean."

"Very funny."

She was right. We did need a ride and I didn't want to walk 10 blocks home in these heals.

Chase

"Hello?" I said while glancing at the clock.

"Hey, Chase... it's Scarlet. Umm, can you come pick me and Grace up?" I heard giggling in the background and immediately know they've been drinking.

"Where are you at? Did you call Ethan?" I ask, trying not to seem annoyed.

"There's no way in hell I'm calling Ethan. Jordan didn't answer... Listen I can find somebody else." She sighs.

"I'll be right there, Scar," I say as I step into my sweats.

"You're the best. I'll share my location with you, check your phone. " And the call ended.

This place was packed and the music was so loud that I could hardly even think in here. Pushing through the crowd, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. I watched as she threw her head back and continued to dance while dragging her hands down her body with her eyes closed.

Fuck.

She's wearing a tight, black tank top and the shortest shorts I've ever seen. Her ass is on full display and I feel my dick twitch in my pants while I watch her. She was incredibly sexy with her long brown hair falling down her back and her hips swaying with the music. That ass of hers hanging out of those tiny shorts.

Shaking the dirty thoughts away, I walk up to and grab her arm, probably a little harder than I needed to. She turns around, immediately smiles and throws her arms around me.

"Chase!" She yells.

I take notice of the guy beside her and the way he side eyes me, clearly not happy that I'm here. He's looking at her like he wants to devour her. The jealously stirs inside me and I  narrow my eyes at him and he walks off. I'd hate to get arrested tonight for hitting some clown because they're looking at her the wrong way.

"Hey, Scar. Looks like you're having fun but we should probably go. Where's Grace?" I ask, looking around.

"She left with her boyfriend and I decided to stay and wait for you."

With her arms still wrapped around my neck, I stare back at a tipsy Scarlet and the way she's looking at me takes me back to that night in her bedroom. Back to all the times that she would do anything to get my attention.

Wearing skimpy outfits, sitting on my lap when her brothers weren't looking or bending over right in front me. She loved trying to capture my attention. I always tried to put distance between us but it didn't always work. We were like magnets to one another.

As hard as it was being so close to her all the time and keeping my distance, I loved every moment we ever shared together. Things were easier when her brothers moved out and I wasn't around her every single fucking day.

Her green eyes pull me in as she stares up at me. She's always been the most beautiful girl in the room with the kindest soul. The goofiest laugh. Even though it should be impossible because she is already gorgeous, she seems to get better with age. Forcing myself, I take a step back.

"Let's get out of here. You okay?" I ask as I wrap my arm around her waistline. She smiles and simply shakes her head as a response.

We make it back to my truck and I open the door for her. She settles in and I hand her a bowl just in case she pukes. I take better care of this truck than my fucking house and I don't need puke all over the interior.

"Relax, Chase. I'm not going to get sick in your baby. I'm sobering up. I just downed a water." She winked.

I smirk at her baby comment, because it's true — and lean over to buckle her seatbelt.

Damn, she smells like vanilla... so fucking good. She always did have an obsession with that sweet smelling body wash.

"Grace was bringing her boy toy back to our dorm, can I crash at your place?" She asks while reaching over and touching my thigh. My breathe hitches.

I know I need to say no and take her back to her place. I shouldn't be taking the girl I've wanted since I was fucking sixteen years old to my house but when I look over and see the smile she's giving me, it makes it impossible to say no.

"Sure."

~

Scarlet

We walk into Chase's apartment and he guides me to his leather couch. It is hands down the most comfortable piece of furniture I've ever felt. I made my brother order it when we went shopping for his house.

I look around. "It's clean in here. Is Jordan home?" Is all I can say before he brings me a bottled water.

What was I thinking? I forgot that he lives with my brother. I hope he's not here. Thankfully, Ethan lives with his girlfriend down the road now so he won't be a problem.

"Drink up, it will help. No, he went on a business thing with your pops," he said as he walked to the hallway. "One second, let me grab you some clothes."

After he brings me some of his clothes to change into and gives me a spare toothbrush, I pad over to the bathroom so I can brush my teeth and change. I put on his t-shirt but not the shorts. He's 6'3, his shirt is plenty long enough to cover my underwear. Plus, I have the sexiest thong on tonight and wouldn't mind if he got a little peek.

Tonight is it, I'm making my move. If by some chance he doesn't want anything to do with it, I can blame it on the booze. I can wake up and act like I don't know what the hell he's talking about.

I come back into the living room and lounge on the couch. "Want to watch a movie?" I say, turning to look at him, noticing his eyes are already on me.

Breathe, Scarlet. Just breathe.

He clears his throat and nods his head. "Yeah, let me get the remote."

We settle on a horror flick, my favorite. I had to beg him to watch it, apparently he's a wimp. Which is actually pretty cute considering he's this big and tough guy. I always noticed that  he would dodge watching them but never knew it was because he was afraid of them. I'll tease him forever.

Concentrating on the movie is impossible. I can smell Chase's cologne and it's making my head fuzzy in the best way possible. I would drink the bottle if I could.

I stretch my legs out and slowly lay them over Chase's legs. I can hear his breathing change but he doesn't say anything, he just starts to swirl his fingers on my skin. I keep my eyes on the movie while I gently move my feet on his lap.

"Scarlet..." he groans.

I can feel him getting hard. Heat ignites between my legs and I slowly inch my way closer to him. "Scar, what are you doing?" He asks, breathless.

I shift my body so that I'm facing him. "Showing you what you've been missing," I respond as I tangle my fingers in his hair. I start to kiss his neck and a sweet moan escapes his lips.

"This isn't a good idea."

I chuckle. "I have to disagree with you there, Mr. Davis. It will be our little secret, I promise."