"You two are so cute." Layla murmurs while I pee. I roll my eyes, listening to her breathy whisper. She's so dramatic sometimes. "Never in my life could I imagine Colton Thompson being so... affectionate. It's like he can't keep his hands to himself when you're around."

As I'm done, I join her near the sink and turn on the water to wash my hands. She looks at me sideways, expecting me to say something, but I keep quiet. I don't know what she wants to hear in all honesty.

"Did you expect him to agree so easily? I mean, once you told me you wanted to invite him, I wasn't sure he would come."

"Why?" I turn off the water and lean my side on the bathroom countertop. Layla turns to her right and peers at me, her eyes glimmering with warmth.

"Because it meant he would meet your dad. And I wasn't sure he would want that. It's kinda serious for just hooking up." She grins at me, and I can't help myself and smile too. "The boy is really smitten, it's hard not to notice."

"I'm happy he's here." I muse, biting my bottom lip and scanning the place without really seeing anything. I didn't expect my dad to know him. I didn't expect him to be so secretive about his mom. I'm sure my dad can tell me how they met, but I want him to open up to me himself. It's important to me.

"I kinda noticed that." My best friend chortles, draping a hand over my shoulder and pulling me to her for a hug. "How do you feel about him?"

"I like him." I whisper in her ear and she hugs me tighter.

"What if he wants to date you?"

"No. We're just having fun, without any obligations." Didn't you promise to be exclusive, Ava? I wonder if I can turn off my inner voice because recently it has been saying things I don't want to hear. At all.

"But what if-"

"No." I don't let her finish and step back abruptly, frowning like a kid. "I have no future with him, and I don't want to drag myself into another shitty situation which will break my heart." Aren't you already too deep in your feelings for him?

Argh! I grit my teeth, turn around and saunter to the door and out of the bathroom. I want to find Colt and go back home. I have no desire to be at this party any longer, and honestly regret coming here in the first place. It was a stupid idea, and I should have said no when Layla suggested it.

The first person I see once I step into the living room is Jefferson. Our eyes lock for a moment, and then he lets himself check me out. My skin is burning hot under his gaze, not from desire though, but shame. I hate that fucking jerk, and even more I despise myself for how I feel in his presence. As if I'm still the same girl I was when we were together... as if I'm still someone who allows a guy to treat her like an object. His fucking property.

"Wow," he murmurs, ambling closer and blocking my way. "Stunning as always."

"Bye." I spit at him and try to walk around him, and of course, his fucking wall of muscles doesn't let me. "What the fuck do you want, Levi?"

"To talk to you." He steps in my personal space, towering over me and instantly making me feel like less than I am. In everything, physically and mentally. "I saw you earlier... with another hockey player from your college. It looks like your type hasn't changed, babe."

"You're definitely not my type." I sneer, baring my teeth and balling my fists. I want to hit him so much, even my palms are itching.

"The guy you brought here is well-known in our circle. He's just as much of a player in real life, as he is on the ice rink. Thompson is no better than me, and actually even worse. The dude has fucked almost every girl at your college... I can't believe you fell so low and became such a slut."

I suck in breath, my eyes rounding at once. "Go fuck yourself, Levi! No one wants you."

I push past him, heading to the front door at the fastest speed possible considering all these people dancing around me. Though what I always forget is my size. I need to push to move forward, while that fucking bull just takes a step and people are already getting out of his way.

"You need to drop the fucking attitude, Ava." He hisses through his teeth, grabbing my elbow and halting me in my tracks.

"Fuck off." I pull my elbow out of his grip, turn around and push him away as hard as I can. A surprise crosses his features, as he stumbles back and almost trips over people in the crowd.

"You're a fucking bitch." Jefferson yelps, his shocked state holding him back for a moment as he tries to steady himself.

I don't wait for him to stand up straight, wheel around and march to the front door. I put on my jacket and stomp out of the house. I just want out. Nothing else. I don't hear a sound, I don't see anyone or anything. I want to have at least a moment alone. To get myself together and erase that fucking moron from my memories of today. He fucking ruined everything!

"Ava!" I hear my name, but I refuse to stop. I'm not in the fucking mood for talking. "Ava, dammit!"

"What?!" I freeze on the spot and shriek irritatedly, not looking at him. Why couldn't he take a hint? I don't want to talk to him, just like I don't want to talk to anyone. Even Layla.

He jogs over to me, stopping in front of me with his hands hidden in his pockets. His gaze is tense, but more than anything, he seems lost. He has no idea how to handle my anger and it only proves how little we know about one another. Isn't that what you want, Ava? Just sex, no strings attached. I fucking hate my inner voice, it's fucking worse!

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Who is that guy?" Colton tries, but I don't know. Jefferson's words ring in my ears, sounding louder and louder with each passing moment.

"No one."

"What did he say to you?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you push him away?" His tone of voice becomes lower, and a wrinkle between his brows deepens. His annoyance is rising, and it is not going to be long before he loses his patience and snaps at me. And I honestly want it. I want him to leave me alone.

"He deserved it."

"Why?"

"It has nothing to do with you." But it does! I didn't like what Jefferson said about him, what he insinuated.

"If it has to do with you, then it concerns me." He exclaims, raising his voice. My chest is ready to explode, so much it hurts. I bite my inner cheek, eyeing him under my eyelashes. He cares... and I don't fucking need that! Not from him!

"Bullshit." I mumble, veering around intending to leave him. Even if I know he won't let me.

Colton wraps his arms around my waist from behind, crashing me into his chest and lifting me. He stalks to his car, unlocks it and opens the door of the backseat. He pushes me inside and I fall flat on my face. Tears spring to my eyes and I dig my fingernails in the seat. I fucking hate him! Why can't he leave me alone and give me time to calm down? It's the only thing that I need!

"I'm taking you home." He rasps and slams the car door. A minute later, he's already starting the engine and drives away from the house and the party. I'm seething and it increases with each beat of my heart, with each turn his car takes. I'm not one to keep silent... and I burst out.

Sitting up straight, I meet his gaze in the rearview mirror. "Stop the car."

"No."

"Stop the fucking car, Colton."

"No."

"Stop it!" I hit his seat with my hand, a fury fires up my whole body and I have no control over my emotions anymore. Tipsy Ava always makes bad decisions... no matter the consequences. "I want out!"

He smirks, grimacing as if from a sudden toothache and narrowing his eyes. "No."

I slide to the door and yank it, trying to open it. It's useless and I'm aware of it, but if I'm wound up, I never know how to stop. "Stop the fucking car and let me out!"

I hear him curse and the car begins to skid, I bang my head on the door and my vision blurs from pain. I pissed him off so much, so he almost lost control of his car. The vehicle stops abruptly, and I look out of the window. We're about 10 minutes away from my house, close to a local park.

Colton jumps out of his car and comes to my side of the door, the next thing I know I am staring at his face contorted with anger. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Let me out!" I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away.

"No!" He shouts, not budging even an inch.

"Let..." I push more. "...me..." and more "the fuck..." and more "out!" My legs are on the ground and I look up, meeting his cold stare. "Move."

Rage is the only emotion I recognize. He rakes his gaze over my face, his nostrils flaring. My heart skips a beat and my mouth falls open. What the fuck is this? Oh my God! I'm sick in my head! My fucking pussy is so wet!

Colt inches closer, grabbing my throat with his palm. His intent is not to hurt me, but to immobilize me. He lowers his face, his lips are a centimeter away from my own. "Stop being a fucking brat." His tongue traces my bottom lip, and my nipples pebble from the contact. "Get in the car and bend over."

"Wh-what?"

He lets go of my throat, winds his hand around my waist and twirls me around. His other hand on my back pushes me face down on the backseat. Colton lifts the skirt of my dress up, drags my tights down, still not touching my panties.

"How wet I'm going to find you, Ava?" He asks huskily, unzipping his fly. "How wet are you for me?"

And my fucking brain stops functioning. I lift my ass higher, hearing him tear the wrapper of the condom. I look over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. "I'm dripping."

Colton glides my panties down and presses the tip of his cock to my opening, wetting it with my juices. I want him to fill me full. I want him so bad, so it's the only emotion I still have. My anger, my frustration dissolved and replaced by my primal desire. I'm a fucking goner already.

He slides into me, and I shut my eyes tighter. This time he doesn't give me any opportunity to adjust to his girth, fire surges through my veins and my clit throbs. I love how he makes me feel. I love the feeling of him inside me. He's balls deep inside my pussy, slamming his hips into mine and digging his fingernails into my ass. There is no tenderness, no slowness as it has between us before. It's wild and unpredictable, fulfilling and emptying at the same time. As soon as he moves away, I want him back. Over and over and over.

Sex is unique and depends a lot on your partner. I can't say I have a lot of experience, but I know what things get me off, I know what cools me down better than a cold shower. I know my body and how I like to be touched. I'm all for trying something new, but except a few times it was pretty predictable. Good, but predictable. With Colton... it's euphoric, driven and sensual. He feels me on some absolutely different level. He doesn't even need to ask me about the things I want him to do to me, it's like he knows everything about my needs... as if they are his own. It's pure passion and infinite lust, but there is something else too. Something else is forming between us and I'm definitely not ready to acknowledge it.

"Does it feel good?" Colt pumps into me steadily and without holding back. I whimper, as he slaps my butt. My legs are shaking, and the peak of my orgasm builds up.

"Yes..." I breathe, and he pulls my hair, fisting my braids. "Oh God, please don't stop."

"Maybe I should... wasn't that what you wanted me to do..." Ugh, fucking moron.

"You feel so good inside me... please don't stop... don't fucking stop, Colt..."

"Anything for my little brat..." He rails me from behind so deep, so I honestly see stars. I reach my hand under me, finding my clit and circling it faster and faster. My legs give out and my toes curl, as I come, moaning his name. Him calling me names excites me, not bothering me in the slightest. I know he doesn't think about me that way in reality. "Choke my dick, baby... just like that..."

His grip on my ass becomes harder, and he groans, spilling his cum in the condom. He continues fucking me, slowing down gradually, prolonging our orgasms and making me feel as if I'm on a cloud nine. While in reality... we just fucked in the parking lot of the park, where my dad used to taking me when I was a little girl. Dammit, I'm the worst brat ever for real.

Colt steps back, helping me fix my clothes and then taking the condom off. He hides his dick in his pants and looks around for a trash can. Once he has gotten rid of it, he returns to the car and climbs in the backseat with me. He pulls me on his lap, circling his hands around my waist and peeling his eyes to my face.

"Let's try that again." He smiles, as I wrap my arms around his neck. "What happened?"

I chuckle, licking my lips. "I met someone I can't stand."

"Who was that guy?"

"He's my ex. Jefferson. Levi Jefferson." I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. "I think you know him. He plays for-"

"Michigan State." He tells me, and I nod. "What did he say to you?"

"He mentioned that he saw us together and said I fell really low if I want to be seen with someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"He said you have fucked almost every girl at our college."

"Bullshit. I don't fuck just anyone. I'm not Clay."

"Ew!" I punch him in his shoulder, and he laughs. "You just called your best friend a manwhore."

"I'm stating the obvious." His hand slides lower and he palms my butt. "What else did he say to you?"

"I hate when he touches me. I hate how he makes me feel, bringing back all the bad memories. I can easily brush off what he says, but all that combined and what he said about you... it made me lose my shit."

"You pushed him away good." Colt murmurs, cupping my cheek with his palm. "But I honestly freaked out. I was afraid Drake or I wouldn't make it in time and he would do something to you."

Instead of saying anything, I press my forehead to his and gaze deep into his eyes. "Thank you, Colt... and I'm really sorry for my behavior. I was being irrational and reckless."

"What did he do to you? There must be something pretty big if you react to him like that."

I keep quiet, but then inch to his lips. "Can we talk about it some other time? I don't want to talk about my past right now."

"Promise to tell me everything?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go home?"

"I want you to kiss me." I confess and he grins.

"Whatever you wish, Ava." With that he pulls my face to him and blends our lips together. This guy is like my own reflection and a total stranger at the same time. I'm drawn to him as if someone cursed me and other people don't exist when he's around. And honestly? There is nothing in the world I love better than losing myself in him.