I look up at some indeterminate point in the makeout session to find Emery standing awkwardly in the doorway.
My latest conquest, Maya, gives me a devious smirk. Crooking my finger, I beckon for Emery to join. He's shy and clearly uncomfortable, but he clambers onto the bed with us. First I kiss Maya. Then I kiss his neck and finally his soft-as-hell lips. We start making out, Maya laying forgotten beside us. I slot myself between Emery's legs and fist my hand in his curls, using the other to cup his face.
Emery's phone buzzes at some point. It can only be Aly. She's awfully clingy considering she's still waiting for Emery to ask her out after their first date back in high school.
"Aly's calling," he confirms rather breathily. Huffing a sigh of contempt, I roll off of him.
No sooner do we land back downstairs than I spot two hot girls I haven't made out with tonight.
"How much do you wanna bet Emery and I can have them eating out of the palms of our hands?" I quip to Aly over Emery's shoulder.
"You're such a dog, Brandon," she sneers.
Smirking, I go over there. In record time, I'm kissing both girls.