“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

It seemed that no one really thought I’d show. It made me warm and fuzzy to know that I did. “I told you I was coming.”

He sat me on my feet but didn’t let go. “When did you get here?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Not that long ago.”

“Why didn’t you come say hi?” The dimple was there, and I found myself staring at it.

“You were busy and I didn’t want to bother you,” I admitted, noticing that quite a few people were staring at us.

Cam lowered his head and his lips brushed my ear as he spoke, sending a burst of shivers along my spine. “You are never a bother to me.”

My heart skipped in my chest like I was poised atop a roller coaster ride. I turned my head slightly, and our eyes locked. Thoughts scattered, and when Cam’s hands tightened on my arms, I was flying down that roller coaster. For a moment, the sounds of the party were drowned out. The pupils of his eyes were so large, a startling contrast against the bright blue.

“Yo, Cam!” Jase yelled. “You’re up.”

The moment was shattered, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. His lips tipped up on the corners. “Don’t go too far.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Cam returned to Jase’s side and picked up a ping pong ball.

“Whoa,” Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. “That was…”

“Really hot,” Jacob finished. “I thought you two were going to rip off each other’s clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.”

I shot him look. “I think that’s a tad bit on the over exaggeration side.”

“Not from where we were standing,” Brit said, fanning herself. “How long are you going to string that boy along?”

A frown pulled at my lips. “I’m not stringing him along.”

Her brows rose, but she didn’t say anything. Luckily the conversation moved away from me when Jimmie appeared and started messing with Brit’s wings. Our threesome turned into a foursome and before I knew it, we had our own little party off to the side. I was totally out of my element, but I kept up with the conversation. I knew as I sipped my beer, I was being labeled as the quiet chick at the party, but that was better than the last party label I ended up with.

The group had grown outside, the music was slightly louder, and clusters of people started to dance. Somehow, among all the noise, a deep, husky laugh drew my attention, and I turned halfway.

Coming through the garage entrance were two girls who looked like they belonged on a Victoria’s Secrets’ runway. One was dressed as a devil, which was really just a red teddy, a pointy tail, and horns. Boobs were everywhere. The other was a very sexy version of Little Red Riding Hood. Several things immediately happened as they prowled in on mile high heels.