Forever With You (Silver State Series) Read Free

sporting.  Sophie lifts her head as she yawns and regards me stoically before lowering her chin back to her front paws. 
    My heart is hammering in my chest as I yank on a pair of fitted black Bermuda shorts and a yellow racerback tank top.  Walking out of my room, I stop in the bathroom down the hall and let my hair down out of its bun.  I wet my fingers and comb them through the mane of tangled waves.  Quickly I brush my teeth and dab on some Chapstick before deciding I look as good as I’m going to.
    I leave a note on the kitchen table for Mom just in case she gets up and decides to check on me, then head out the door, car keys in hand.
     
    Kyle – Friday, 11:30 PM
    T he last time I got this plastered was at the Sigma Nu Lifeguard Bros & Surfer Hoes party back in April.  Jared’s parents are out of town this weekend, and his older brother Greg kindly supplied the alcohol that’s now sloshing through my bloodstream at a concentration I can guarantee far exceeds the legal limit for operating a vehicle.
    Les and I just won the championship round of beer pong, and I’m now taking a much needed timeout on the sectional sofa in the family room amid masses of other sweaty bodies.  I look up in time to see Taylor Rich weaving through the crowd toward me, looking hot in a denim miniskirt and tube top.  She was in my grade in school; we fucked around some junior year before she started dating Devin Greeley.  Word has it they broke up a couple of months ago, and judging from the seductive look she’s giving me I’d say she’s back on the prowl.  She’s been batting her eyes at me all night, and now she seems to be zeroing in for the kill.
    “Hey Kyle,” she says as she sits down next to me, so close our thighs touch.
    “What’s up, Taylor?” I say, lifting my ball cap to plow my fingers back through my hair, which is matted to my forehead with perspiration.
    “That was an impressive game of beer pong,” she says, leaning back beside me and propping her elbow on the back of the sofa.  She’s gazing at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes as she not-so-subtly pushes her tits forward.
    “Thanks,” I reply, leaning forward slightly, testing the waters.  “I saw you play earlier.  You’re not so bad yourself.”
    She beams, clearly overjoyed I noticed.  “Just one of my many talents,” she purrs as she flips her hair back over her shoulder.  Her body is now angled toward mine in a way that’s just begging for me to touch her.  I think back, trying to remember if Taylor was any good at kissing…or anything else.  My brain is too muddled to recall much of anything specific, however. 
    “Oh yeah?” I say as I move my hand just enough to touch her bare thigh.  I lower my voice.  “I guess I’m the kind of guy who has to see it to believe it.”  Taylor arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow and leans the rest of the way in, until her face is just a fraction of an inch from mine. 
    “Let me show you then,” she says huskily.  She offers me a coy smile before rolling her eyes upward, indicating the bedrooms located on the floor above us. 
    I grin back, questioning whether to stand up and follow her, when suddenly someone calls my name.  I glance over Taylor’s shoulder to see Josh Harbaugh standing there holding up a blue plastic cup. 
    “Dude, you’ve gotta try this,” he says.  “Shit is lethal !”  He crashes down next to us on the couch, and Taylor quickly scoots over away from Josh, all but crawling into my lap.  A look of disgust mars her meticulously groomed features.
    I’m not easily distracted from the prospect of getting some, but Josh’s persistence has me taking the cup from him to try a taste.  I’m to a point where all alcohol tastes the same – the only difference with this particular concoction is its immediate effect on my already considerable buzz.  For a moment the racket of the music and partygoers around me is replaced by a high-pitched droning in my ears, and