Just One Chance (Oh Tequila Series Book 1)(7)

By: C.A. Harms

I was just about to hassle Clayton about his dildo pics when I heard a laugh I recognized. A laugh I had spent just shy of a year listening to day after day. A laugh I used to enjoy but now it just got on my nerves.

Clayton stopped laughing and I heard him murmur “Oh fuck” under his breath.

And “oh fuck” was right.

I instantly wondered what in the hell Britney was trying to pull, but then I remembered who I was dealing with and knew instantly. She was a conniving bitch. She loved attention, and would do just about anything to gain it. Including showing up here at my place for a party we threw with her new toy.

The asshole who she decided could give her more than I could. Or more efficiently explained, what his asshole parents could provide for her.

Wade Richards, pretty boy, trying to act tough. His father was a big time attorney and his mother was some sought after plastic surgeon who traveled around, even working on some of the big actresses and actors in Hollywood.

Britney loved the idea of being a trophy wife. So the fact that my father was a simple working man and my mother was a teacher did nothing to impress her.

She looked over in my direction and curled into Wade a little tighter. And in that moment, I wasn’t sure what I ever saw in her.

Right now she just looked like some bimbo in a short skirt.

“Don’t let her fuck with your head, X,” Corbin said, nudging my shoulder.

“Don’t plan on it.” I tipped my beer up and looked away from her. “But I was promised a crazy night. So when does the crazy start?”

I wouldn’t let her being here stop me from having a good time. I knew that was her intention when she showed up. She never wanted to go to parties when we were together, so tonight was just some fucked up game she had planned.

And I wasn’t playing.

It was never love with her, just convenience, and now it was simple annoyance.

“Well then, let me direct you to the next room, my friend.” Clayton placed his hand on my shoulder and led me out of the living room toward the den. It had been converted to a game room. And when I say games, I mean strip poker, beer pong, and many more things crazy college kids thought up at parties.

The room was loud, wild, and just what I needed to get my head wrapped around the idea of what tonight was meant to be.


I tipped my shot glass upside down and looked across the table at the blonde. She was giving me a look that had my full attention. It wasn’t a needy sultry look, more of an “I’m unimpressed but I’ll play along to see where this goes” kind of look.

Something about the challenge in her eyes had my heart racing. I found I really liked the thrill it inflicted in me.

“Never have I ever masturbated while watching porn,” a guy said from my left, yet I continued to watch the blonde. I slowly lifted the shot that sat in front of me and downed it in one quick swig before locking eyes with her once more. It was then that I noticed her own shot glass was also empty.

I felt my dick harden at the thought of her spread out on her bed, porn playing on the television as the light illuminated her body. Her hand buried between her legs as she moaned, biting down on her lower lip.

I noticed the smirk on her face and found myself wondering if she was envisioning the same thing but with me perched on my bed instead.

“Never have I ever repurposed a common household item as a sex toy,” a girl added, and I waited to see what reaction that question would gain from the sexy blonde girl across from me. Slowly, she lifted her drink to her mouth and smiled just as she pressed the glass against her lips. She was fully aware that she had my attention.

No one would convince me that she didn’t enjoy it just as much as I did.

She tilted back the shot and licked her lower lip as she lowered her glass and once again made eye contact with me.

It was now her turn to ask the question, and I found myself eager to know what it would be. “Never have I ever slept with someone I just met.”

I moaned. I’ll admit it.

I fucking moaned. And what did she do? Continued to stare at me, waiting for me to answer the question I knew was directed at me in the form of some fucked up game we were playing.

Had I hooked up? Yes.

But I knew the girls.

So to answer her question, I had never slept with a girl I just met, but I was more than willing to change that.

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