Free Bloodlust by Alex Duval Page B

you’re a rich boy too. You haven’t acquired the vibe. You should work on that. You can start by observing the others of your kind during the game.”
    Jason could tell Adam was trying to distract him. He felt bad—after all, the girl Adam was crushing on had been all over some other guy too. And Jason wasn’t even officially crushing on Sienna, so why was he taking it all so badly?
    He took a shaky breath, trying to get a hold of his whirling thoughts. “You go. I’m going to be too busy getting seriously drunk.”
    Adam hesitated.
    “It’s okay. I’ll catch up with you later,” Jason told him.
    Adam nodded and disappeared down the stairs. “Vodka and tonic,” Jason told the bartender. With the amount of consumption he intended, he didn’t think it would be smart to start mixing his drinks. He’d been such an ass. Brad was clearly right about Sienna. And why wouldn’t he be right? He was her boyfriend. He should know her.
    The bartender handed him the drink, and Jason drained it in one long swallow. “One more,” he said.
    The bartender raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. He was probably well paid to keep quiet about what kids were drinking at parties like this. Jason took the second drink downstairs. He figured he might as well find out if the stuff was truly better down there.
    But he didn’t have the chance. Erin Henry met him at the bottom of the stairs. “New boy. You are going to dance with me,” she said, sounding emphatic and slightly drunk. Those were the first words she’d ever said to him. Or wait, maybe she’d once asked to borrow a pen in history.
    “Fine,” he told her. He slapped his glass down—after sucking it dry—and let Erin take his hand and tug him over to the little dance floor.
    Erin wrapped her arms around him, pushing her body right up against his, but somehow Jason still couldn’t keep his mind off Sienna.
    “You like the party?” Erin murmured, smiling up at him.
    “I guess,” Jason replied. But it was a lie. For him, the magical atmosphere of the yacht had become toxic. What was the deal with Sienna and Brad? How could they both cheat on each other so casually?
    “You’re supposed to actually move your body when you dance,” Erin teased.
    Jason jumped, and realized he’d just been standing still, gazing off into space. “Sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to space.”
    “A little tipsy, new boy?” Erin asked, her green eyes sparkling. She did a little shimmy down his body and back up again.
    “A little,” he agreed. And what’s wrong with that? he asked himself. After all, it was a party, he didn’t have to drive, he could just crash somewhere, and everybody else was drunk too. Why shouldn’t he have fun? Sienna and Brad and their relationship was just none of his business.
    The music changed to a slower song, and Erin twined her arms around his neck. Jason slid his hands down her back. The sheer summer dress she wore felt silky under his fingers. Feeling bold—and drunk—he moved on down to her butt and squeezed.
    He almost expected her to slap him, but she didn’t. Instead, she just lifted her eyebrows with a smile and grabbed his butt right back.
    Jason was so surprised that he just laughed.
    Erin laughed too, then moved in and began kissing his neck. Jason closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Her lips against his skin sent little tingles up and down his spine. Now she was nibbling on his earlobe like it was chocolate. Did she have a thing for him? Maybe she had some wild crush on him like he had on Sienna. True, she hardly knew him. But then, Jason hardly knew Sienna either.
    I’m not thinking about that right now, he told himself. He kissed Erin’s eyelid, her nose, her cheek, until she gave up her lips, her tongue. He gave a half groan as her mouth moved off his mouth and down onto his throat, warm and wet. Jason felt his body go liquid. He couldn’t tell where he stopped and Erin started. He felt he could stay in the