Three:

Sitting on the couch, I looked at what was going on around me. People were everywhere. On the so-called ‘dance floor’ in my living room grinding to the blaring music that was bumping from the speakers. In the kitchen, refilling their cups with the alcoholic beverage they most desired. In the basement, on the couches making out with the person that they claimed their ‘one night stand.’ But I didn’t care about random people; I wanted to know where Jon was. Although I had a gut feeling that I knew where, considering the fact that I did see him come in with Marie earlier, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

I looked down at my cup, which was disappointingly empty. Just as I was about to get up and get a refill, I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up to see Patrick Sharp who looked amazingly sexy like always. “Hey,” he said, offering a hand to pull me up off the couch. I grabbed his hand and let him help me up. As soon as I was off the couch I stumbled a little, considering the fact that I had one too many drinks on an empty stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from falling over and guided me to the ‘dance floor.’ “Wanna dance?” he asked while placing his hands on my lower back. “Sure,” I replied while lacing my arms around his neck.

Of course, ‘Something In Your Mouth,’ by Nickelback just happened to be blasting from the speakers by the time we had begun dancing so I found it appropriate to grind all over Patrick, which he didn’t mind of course. I silently thanked God that my parents had left earlier because if they saw me like this, it would not be good. I then turned around so that my back was facing his front. I’m guessing he really enjoyed that, because he pulled me closer to him, so that my ass was full on grinding his cock. I could feel him getting a little excited if you catch my drift, so he then took me by the hand and pulled me off the dance floor and began leading the way upstairs. Before I was at the staircase, I looked around the room to make sure that my brother wasn’t watching what was going on. I didn’t happen to see him, but I did see Jon standing in the kitchen with Adam Burish and Kris Versteeg and he gave me a look of complete jealousy. I just smiled at him, and let Patrick take me upstairs.

Once in my room, I started really feeling the alcohol that I had consumed. I wasn’t completely incoherent, but I definitely wasn’t fully aware of what was going on. Patrick layed down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. We soon began making out and just as I was about to take off his pants, my bedroom door flung open. Patrick and I immediately stopped what we were doing and looked in the doorway to see Jon standing there.

I rolled my eyes, “what do you want Toews?” I snapped.

“Your brother is looking for you,” he replied with annoyance evident in his voice.

I looked at Patrick and mouthed ‘sorry’ before rolling off of him, adjusting my outfit, and walking out of my room. Right as I stepped in the hallway Jon shut the door and began following me down the hallway. I picked up my pace and he did as well. He eventually caught up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Reality hit me, my brother wasn’t really looking for me, Jon lied so that I wouldn’t fuck Patrick. I turned toward him and smacked him. “What was that for?!” he yelled while rubbing his face.

“You’re a fucking liar,” I replied.

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t gonna let you go and fuck Patrick Sharp.”

“And why not?”

“Because,” he replied simply.

“Because why?”

“I-I, uh…” he stuttered.

“You’re jealous…”

“No I’m not,” he replied blushing furiously.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not…”

“Fine… then I’m going to go back in there and finish what we started then.”

“No your not,” he replied while grabbing my arm.

“Admit that you were jealous and I won’t,” I replied.

“No.”

“Fine.” I shook my arm loose from his grasp and began walking back to my room.

“Stop.” He called from down the hallway.

I turned and looked at him, “what?”

He walked over to me and pulled me into one of the empty guestrooms. He leaned down to kiss me and I stopped him. “Say it,” I said.

“No,” he replied.

“Say it Jon,” I repeated.

“No,” he said while aggressively picking me up and laying me down on the bed.

He began unbuttoning my pants, and for some reason, I let him. He ripped them off and threw them on the floor. I let him completely undress himself and me before stopping him. “Jon, I don’t think you realize that I’m not having sex with you until you say it.”

“Really now…” he replied.

“Yes, really.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, grabbing my arms and holding them over my head.

“Well, I know so.”

He eventually got his way, and we ended up having sex. After we were done, he rolled off of me and laid by my side so he could catch his breath.

“Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous…” he began.

“I knew it,” I replied. I then hopped off of the bed and began getting dressed until I was interrupted by the door opening.

“What the hell?!”