CHAPTER 14/1.

What kind of lingerie are you wearing?

Lexie

The Weist Jaguar Fraternity House is located a few blocks from the University right on a closed U-shaped street.

As soon as I put my feet on the asphalt I feel the rumbling of music in my ears, the laughter, the compliments to scantily clad girls and a bunch of drunk people at the entrance of the house.

I hold onto Adair's arm so as not to get lost among the people, the house is crowded and I have never seen him but they are probably university students looking for some excuse to have a red glass in their hand and a girl hanging from their arm

There is no doubt that tonight will be crazy and I accumulate all the little confidence in myself and decide to have a good time. There must be something good in all this storm of hurt feelings that I find myself in.

—Hey guys, they're finally here! —Zac yells, opening his arms to greet me and bump shoulders with the boys.

—Hello beautiful —he says in a sweet voice. Kiss my cheek.

—Hi sweetie —I mimic his tone.

—This is grand a party! —Says Adair with joy looking around him.

—Okey —calls our attention— alcohol, and vices in the kitchen, condoms in every bathroom, and pretty girls, all over the place!

I am puzzled seeing a couple making out on the living room sofa, capturing on the front page how the boy reaches into his tiny top.

I frown at the scene.

The soccer group playing beer-pong, with a semi-naked woman in the middle of the table, wait ... Are they playing for her?

The blond man baskets the small ball in the glass that the girl has in her mouth, people applaud him and I see him high-fives with her friends, she gets up and says something in his ear and they disappear upstairs confirming what she had imagined.

Is this how college parties are?

I go back to the conversation that the boys have.

—Wait, are you part of this fraternity? —I ask.

Zac shrugs.

—We have a lot to catch up on, little Lexie.

He smiled at the old nickname. She used to call me that the first few days I was with the group, and she won't stop telling me for four torturous years until one day she stops being little Lexie.

Suddenly, big hands grab me around the waist and pull me back, I collide with a hard chest and arms that catch me, almost knocking the air out of my lungs.

—Show me what you've got, baby. —Someone whispers in my ear, it reeks of whiskey and a horrible smell of nicotine fills my nose, letting the fragrance circulate throughout my personal space, preventing the passage of fresh air, or what was left of it in this house.

I try to get out of his hands, he resists.

—Let go.

I start to move my legs into position and reach out to dig my elbow into his ribs. Before I could hit the first blow, he released me.

Zac, Logan, and Adair positioned themselves in front of me like a shield of pure muscle and breasts that rise and fall in fury.

—You're drunk, Tony —says the first.

Tony looks at me regretfully, he raises his arms in a gesture of surrender but the boys are still tightening their muscles and taking steps towards him.

—Touch her again and I'll break your face —Logan threatens.

In less than ten minutes we walked through that door and we were already in the middle of a fight that could possibly have us kicked out of the place. I approach with a determined step and touch Zac's shoulder, denying myself the idea that I have to go.

He looks at me with anger brimming over his shoulder and looks back at Tony.

I try with Logan.

—Enough, we're starting to attract attention.

I point to the group of people who huddled in a circle surrounding us.

—Come on, Zac, I don't think you defend this bitch.

I shudder to hear how he called me and the confidence with which he had entered this party today vanishes like when one blows the dust. That was my courage and my confidence today, dust.

The three of them advance towards Tony, cornering him in the doorway.

—Remember his face.

—Me. I'm sorry… I don't… —He stutters.

—Shut up! You know what will happen to you if you only breathe near her if you look at her if you insult or touch her again.

He snaps his fingers, a wicked smile on his face. Tony hurries out the door, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a set of keys.

I look at Adair that who's still waiting for the guy to get into the car in awe.

But what did Adair tell him? What made the guy run away, like ...? As if it were death itself the one who is chasing him. I'm about to ask what he said to her when he walks past me without even looking at me.

Logan and Zac look at him as confused as I am.

Before it disappears from my visual hood. I stop it. How is it possible that in less than a week, I already have two Liams on the list of people who protect me?

—Now you too? —I complain.

She closes her eyes and sighs before turning around.

—Listen to me, you don't know how dangerous it is, that you're so hot Lexie.

What?

—What do you mean? —I ask confused.

—I mean, guys like today, you will find them everywhere, when you go to the store, to Uni, go out with us, even walk the dog —he shakes his head— you have no idea of the risk a woman when going out, having guys like him wasting oxygen.

I look at him stunned by what she just blurted out.

I release her arm and makes its way through the people and disappears.

It took me a minute to process his words, racking my head I came to the conclusion that I was wrong, I knew perfectly well the risk we were talking, the fear of walking alone at night, turning my head hundreds of times to verify that they do not follow you, Do not wear clothing that is too provocative so that he does not whistle or honk at you.

I have lived all that firsthand, we are in a shitty society where we live in fear.

Ay Adair, you don't know how wrong you are.

A hand wakes me from my thoughts.

—Are you OK?

It's Zac.

I nodded without further ado, willing that this misstep does not ruin my night.

—Very good bastards! —A boy speaks into a megaphone from the top of the ladder, he has the distinctive jaguar ribbon on his right arm and I quickly dismiss him as the leader, other boys follow him as they go down the ladder, drawing all the attention of the people in the place— Weist jaguars welcome new ones! —The audience applauds, compliments, and shouts ecstatically— get drunk to the bone, today is your night! He stops while another boy speaks in his ear.

I feel a twinge of nerves in my stomach and I squirm, I am anxious to have a good time, to miss a single second of reality.

My hand's itch and my body ask me to move with a song that plays on the speakers of the place.

—I'm going to dance! —I yell over the music informing the boys that I'm going to the dance floor.

Logan shakes his head, I ignore him.

—I'll go find Adair! —Zac informs me stopping me— See you later!

I nod and sneak out of his grasp as I skip to push people away and onto the makeshift track. I get into a group of very pretty girls that I don't know at all and I start to move my hips to the rhythm of the music. The girls are aware of my presence and take me by the hand, they all stick to me.

I am puzzled by the idea of being surrounded by women so beautiful and much prettier than me, it makes me feel cornered. I have never interacted much with women, I get along better with men and their bullshit but they all look at me with a smile on their face. Maybe they're not bad and they don't want to take my clothes off.

Why yes, it has already happened to me. One of them introduces herself as Greta and the others do it one after the other.

This Greta the blonde girl with too many tattoos on her arms that I doubt her skin is without ink.

Rose the foreigner.

Abby has stuck to my body like a limpet wiggling her hips and rubbing her ass across my belly.

Dark-skinned Tessa said she would go find her boyfriend.

They are all very friendly and funny, between shouts they told me that she saw me pretty and that she liked my eyes. This day I had discarded the idea of wearing contact lenses and going natural.

We sing, laugh, and shout for joy when a song by a well-known singer comes along.

I could spend hours talking to those girls but because of the noise of the music, it was almost impossible.

We rub each other until our feet hurt from so much dancing. I have not seen the boys in a while and in other circumstances I would be worried and exasperated with the environment without knowing anyone, but now I knew girls and it made me think that they were not all like America.

I met them unintentionally and unintentionally they met me.

—Let's drink! —Abby announces.

We all nod in agreement with the idea of having a break. The skin on my breasts is glistening with sweat and I remind myself that I have to take a shower before I go to bed.

We head to the kitchen exactly where all the Jaguars are. From the corner of my eye, I see Zac who has been stunned as soon as he sees me enter the room.

Greta brings four glasses for everyone while she pours a black liquid.

I say it now, loud and clear guys, TODAY I DIE!

—By the new friends! —The blonde says raising my arm in her direction.

—No no no! because of how beautiful we are today —contradicts Abby— it must be said that we are quite hot and this body —she points out to herself— needs a good fuck!

We laughed out loud.

—I have some pretty good friends.

She opens her eyes very wide.

—Chin Chin! —Yells Rose, interrupting her friend.

Tessa laces her arm through mine giving me a mischievous smile, we clink glasses, tilt our heads back, and drink the entire content.

It tastes too strong, I am not from black vodka, tequila or piscola is more suitable for me.

—Bottom, bottom, bottom, bottom! —The guys in the kitchen start to cheer us on.

Abby finishes first, then the others.

She waits until I have taken all the content to get back to our topic.

Her eyes twinkle mischievously, then scowl and raise her palm.

—Stop there —she scrutinizes me with her eyes, my stomach turns over.— You haven't slept with one of them?

I am dumbfounded, still in the place while I feel the tremendous laugh rise up my chest to my throat and then my mouth.

She frowns.

—Because if that's the case, it happened, I don't like eating my friends' leftovers.

I walk over and put a hand on her cheek.

—You are pretty and sexy, but they are like my brothers.

She is still looking at me quite seriously and I am willing to say everything so that she does not think otherwise.

—I'd rather sleep with an elephant than fuck one of them.

Little by little the corners of her lips are raised and I can enjoy her joy and enthusiasm from a while ago. She bites her lip.

—If so, then introduce me to one.

—Of course!

—Is it here? Can it be now?

Jump from one foot to the other looking both ways. I hear a throat clearing.

Smiled. Here we go!

—I didn't know you found me so disgusting, precious...

She wraps her athlete's arm around my shoulders, low my head a little under her weight.

She kisses my head without taking her eyes off Abby.

She has remained still in her place without saying anything with wide eyes and a mischievous smile.

—You know that no —I say.

—I don't know —the answers without even paying attention to me.

Sigh.

—Abby, he's Zac and well, I already introduced him to you.

She pulled me out of Zac's shoulder grip and left me in her gaze bubble.

—You didn't tell me your friend was that big.

—I have several big things, sweetheart —Zac answers for me.

I shake my head, I have witnessed all the roles of my friend, how he coaxes his victims to later tell me in great detail, something that my ears would pay for not hearing.

Rose takes my hand and pulls me to the dance floor, the others follow us.

—Leave them alone —she shrugs— to fuck like rabbits in the bathroom.

I fight not to cover her mouth at the unfiltered comment from her friend. But hey they weren't doing anything bad either.

Two singles enjoying a good sudden fuck, although deep down I pray that Abby doesn't have a magic vagina to suck him up.

Why yes, she has happened to him and I will have to be the one to pay for the broken dishes mounted on her armchair, eating fried foods until that burst, and watching a marathon of series that I don't even like.

We continue dancing, wiggling our hips between us until I begin to notice how my new friends are disappearing little by little, I look around to find them ...

Oh yeah, sure. Now I understand everything, they have been approached by handsome boys to dance and the idea does not escape me that no boy has approached me.

I shrug my shoulders and start dancing on the spot. I do not have any other alternative.

Come on, you know it hurts that nobody has approached you. My subconscious screams.

I ignore her singing the sudden Latin song she had sung in Logan's car.

I manage to silence my internal voice and I let myself go.

Logan

I fight with all my strength to concentrate on the conversation of the blonde girl next to me, the truth is that I have not even found out, I have lost myself between what the stylist recommended for her hair and some very strong music.

I have barely separated from Adair for a second, this aunt has stuck to my arm like a limpet and the truth is that I don't even remember her name anymore. Her name was Annie? Or Ana? I do not know.

I interrupt, tired of her tongue so long hers, and I concentrate on stamping my mouth on hers and sticking my tongue down her throat to make her shut up for a fucking time.

She responds to her kiss in the same way that I have kissed her, unbridled and possessive, she tries to take control of the kiss. Won't let me.

The girl is hot and her tongue tastes like cigarettes, something that bothers me in women, which is somewhat hypocritical of me since a few months ago smoking became addictive for me.

The memories wander in my mind and go to one in particular, to a mouth that is not the one I am kissing, to a taste as sweet as sugar, and to stunning legs around my hips. How she disengaged herself between my arms and how her tongue passed through my slow and tortuous neck.

Shit now I'm hard.

I cut the kiss with the blonde girl who gives me a lascivious look It goes with a pink hue on the cheeks. She puts her hands on my legs sneaking up to my crotch, she almost reaches, just a little more and I fuck her.

Before I reached the finish line, a familiar song rumbles in my ears and I turn my gaze to the track.

It's the song Lex used to sing in my car. I surround the place with my eyes searching for her until a boy moves to give me the exact vision that my eyes want.

Lex is on the floor dancing alone, moving her hips in a tortuous way that makes my cock wake up, she plays with the hem of her dress, already short, raising it more and more.

She sways in circles and I am surprised to find that she is dancing alone. She did not overlook how the guys watch her dance like me, with a look of pure lust and wonder. How will I be seeing it?

With Lust? Wish? Or just wanting to try the forbidden fruit?

Before I could reason, my body moves on its own, walking towards her, but I stop short when I see a boy approaching from behind her and starting to move against her.

I wait and wait.

—Come on brat, push it away. —Put it away.

But she doesn't, in fact, I see how she gives him a mischievous look and starts rubbing her ass against him.

It infuriates me just to see the hands of that prick of hers touching her the way I would like to.

I clench my fist, stopping myself from going and punching her so hard that she won't even recognize her with surgery. How dare that boy?

I go back to my place and take the glass from the girl from before.

—What was that? —She asks incredulously.

I give him a murderous look that makes him shut her mouth.

—Nothing that matters to you. —Loose

I drink the contents and focus on how the liquid runs down my throat in an attempt to put out the fire inside me, instead, it does the opposite, encourages it.

Fuck it!

I take the girl by her arm and drag her into one of the rooms.

Lexie

She approached a boy while he was dancing and he turned out to be quite cute, he brought me a drink and then disappeared with the excuse of playing beer pong.

After continuing to dance to one more song, I decided to go see the game when they grab me by the arm and put me back on the floor.

It takes a while for me to realize it's Logan and let go of his grip.

—No.

—But what?

He stares at me with a clenched jaw as she scrutinizes me. He takes my face with both hands and brings his mouth to my ear.

—Goes unnoticed. —Whisper.

—Que?

He starts to move and brings me with him to one end of the track. We dance waddling our hips

—What´s happens? —I ask.

Instead of answering the spins us around leaving me facing the couples on the couch. Where they were riding it when he walked in.

—See that blonde girl sitting on that guy's lap?

I go through the people and find her, he is with two other guys apart from the boy who touches his leg and a brunette girl who ...

Can not be! Really? Jenna here?

—There's Liam's ex —I comment with rancor.

I remember my brother and I look for him but I can't find him anywhere.

—Shit Lex, focus on the blonde and the boy.

I nod and look at that girl I've seen before in my first literature class when I met Noah. I look at the boy below her, I wrinkle my forehead when I see how he moves in circles and how he puts his hand.

—Yeah, I see them, but what ...?

He shuts me up by putting his thumb on my lower lip caressing it. He sticks his eyes on his finger and then he looks at me.

—That boy's name is Josh. —It states.

I gasp. My brain goes a thousand an hour. And I get it all, I stop short but Logan puts his hands on my hips and makes me move them.

—He's ...

—Noah's boyfriend. —He cuts me off before he can get a word out.

He is Noah's boyfriend and I can't take my eyes off the couple. He has another girl in his arms. He's practically fucking another girl! They haven't kissed yet but is he cheating on Ainhoa?

The memory of his words the other day completely invades me.

—He doesn't want anyone to know that I'm his girlfriend

I stop in my tracks making Logan do it too. God no, Noah said he'd meet him tonight. Aleix and I prepare her for her date and he is ...

All the alarms go off in my brain and I shake my head.

—Oh no, Noah ... —I close my eyes, sorry for my friend.

Logan meets my gaze.

—What's the matter?

I put my hands to my mouth and think. Today is his birthday.

He shakes my shoulders getting my full attention.

—Ainhoa, it's her birthday today. —Logan is puzzled, clenching his jaw and fists as he alternates the gaze of the couple and me.— He told me that he would not come to the welcome because she was eating to with his boyfriend. Must, must ...

—That bastard, I leave her waiting —he mutters angrily, exhaling forcefully.

—Logan, she must be alone w-what do I do?

He runs his hands through his hair, frustrated.

—Call her, tell her to come

—But ...

—It's her birthday. Lex, she must be having a hard time. —No one deserves to be alone.

Seat.

—I'll send you a message.

Click on the letters keyboard.

Hell, you have to come and we are having a great time!

She hates lying, but I won't break her heart by telling her that her boyfriend dumped her for a party. Logan who is still looking at the furious couple looks at me.

—What did you say to him?

She raised the phone in front of her face and read.

—I'd better go find her.

—No! I'll call Liam to stop by.

I search the contacts and press on her name. Beautiful dear little brother <3

A nickname that he put himself. He rings, one, two, three until on the fifth he answers.

—Hey, I'm driving, I'm getting there.

—Liam, can you pick up Ainhoa?

I receive silence from her part, to then hear a giggle.

—I'm going for her.

Relief returns to my body.

—Thanks, brother.

I hold the cell phone to my chest with my eyes closed, if her boyfriend really dumped her, I'll give her a hell of a beating. With how beautiful she was today.

I keep thinking in what way and what blow I will give that guy to give him a beating that makes him stay on his knees, and then crawl on the ground asking for forgiveness. He has earned first place on my list of people I want to hit. Agh just thinking about how Ainhoa must feel makes my blood boil!

A hand on my arm makes me open my eyes, Logan caresses the skin of my arm from wrist to shoulder then down the curve of my breasts to my waist and squeezing the skin there.

It was just an innocent caress, but it is the most indecent caress for my hormone-driven body. The truth is that I have received caresses, none like this, and her hands on my body make me warm from head to toe, moistening the part of my body that needs it most.

—You don't know how sexy you are right now.

I am surprised at his comment and examine him with my eyes. That he is telling me this makes the most insecure part of me feel wanted and that he is the one who says it makes me doubly excited. I wonder why I feel this way Why, if he wants to, does it matter to me how he finds me?

I open my mouth but he lies to me by putting his thumb to my lips.

—You don't know how he puts the dress you're wearing on me.

My belly tickles beneath him as he caresses my lips with his finger.

—A Yes?

—Yes —nods repeatedly approaching me.

The sudden approach of him makes me recoil. It's like he's the big bad wolf and I'm his little red riding hood in a porn scene. Stalking prey from him.

He pulls on my waist and I arch my back to feel his chest hard against my breasts. My nipples get hard from the rose of our bodies.

He sticks his lips to my ear.

—I've wondered since you got into my car —he kisses the skin behind my ear and makes me sigh.— What kind of lingerie are you wearing?

I suck on the skin there and gasp at the feel of his wet tongue down my neck.

—Tell me Lexie, thong or panties? —He asks playing with the hem of my dress and leaving little kisses along my neck, he separates by the clothes and assaults my cleavage.

I hold my breath because his lips have completely erased the words and I only feel the sensations that his body causes me close to mine, but still not close enough as my body secretly wants.

He tightens the skin on my waist. He wants me to talk. He does it again and I don't know how but I answer even though his mouth is driving me crazy.

—Braga. —A gasp comes out of my mouth that makes him stop and look directly at me.

Gray against gray and brown. I have an advantage. Look from side to side as he smiles sideways.

—Colour?

I swallow hard, her intense gaze dislocating me but I don't want to tear her away just yet.

He brings his lips to the corner of my mouth and kissed tenderly.

I enjoy his little gesture and the way he presses me against him I know he wants an answer.

—Blacks.

Hee runs her thumb against my lip for a second until finally, he sticks his mouth on mine, his tongue plays with mine in a tortuous movement, he bites, sucks, and bites my lower lip again as if he were holding back.

I pass my arms around his shoulders and play with the hair on his nape which makes a guttural noise come out from the bottom of his throat that rumbles between our kiss, little by little it becomes more intense and I moan when he catches with one hand my ass and squeezes it, massages and pulls it to get closer and thus feel his imminent erection that I feel in my belly.

He drives me crazy with his way of kissing me, so possessive, aggressive, and at the same time tender and carnal.

He cuts the kiss, our breasts rise and fall in time as we try to breathe the air that we were preventing.

He puts his hand on my cheek and I undermine touching his abs and leaving them there. I feel him tense under my hands and it makes me happy to see that he responds in the same way that I do to the mere touch of him.

—I've been thinking about kissing you all night.

He smiled silently.

—You better do it then.

He looks at me from under his lashes.

—You shouldn't.

—You already have —I reply a little harshly.

She cocks her head looking at me with a hint of a smile and plays with her piercing.

—But I don't regret it, I can't get enough of your mouth Lex.

I blush.

—If it makes you feel better, I don't regret it either.

—You are Liam's sister.

My anger grows with her comment and I push myself away from him as much as possible. He is equal to the others. Always, always with the excuse of being Liam's sister. Am I not enough to break that absurd friend rule?

I get pissed off, pissed off for the third time in one night and I wonder if I was right to come.

—I'm not just Liam's sister. —I glare at him. I am also more than that.

She looks at me puzzled, opening and closing her mouth as if she wants to say something and then think it over. When she doesn't say anything I shrug my shoulders.

I give up, maybe my destiny is definitely not on this site. Should I change?

As if it were so easy girl, you like a dick.

Says my subconscious.

My rational side says don't torture me up this, but my heart is hurting.

He ruffles her hair in frustration looking at me, I'm not willing to lose. And I do not lose, he is the one who looks away from me and smiled in triumph.

—Break the rule with me, Logan, or are you afraid of success? —I say on impulse.