The Good Girls by Teresa Mummert Read Free Book Online

Was she really going to kiss me?
    “Stop being gay, Cam,” Tristan called out, and Cara flinched at his choice of words.
    “How does it make me gay to watch two girls?” he asked, offended that his manhood was being challenged, whatever that meant. “That doesn’t even make any fucking sense.”
    “First of all, my girlfriend won’t be doing nothing with another girl unless I’m between them. And you damn sure won’t be watching, Bingo .” His tone was not playful in the slightest, and it made me stiffen. I wanted to ask why he’d called him Bingo, but after his outburst, it didn’t feel like a good idea.
    I glared behind me as Cara grabbed my chin to keep me facing her. “Breathe in.” As the words left her lips, thick white smoke rolled from her mouth. I inhaled as much as I could. “Hold it in.”
    I struggled to hold my breath, but my chest began to burn, and as I exhaled I coughed and sputtered. The guys began to laugh, but Cara tucked my hair behind my ear, concern in her eyes. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine.” Just a little humiliated. My head began to feel light, and the feeling soon spread throughout my body. Cara passed the pipe to Tristan who lit it by himself as he pressed his knee against the bottom of the steering wheel to keep us on the road. Normally I would have freaked out, but I felt too good to care. It was the first time in days that I wasn’t upset, and I just kept telling myself that I deserved this.
    We pulled up to a large two-story home with people standing all around the front lawn, drinks in hand. The bass from the music was so loud I felt it vibrate through my body. I looked to Cara, who gave me a small smile before I opened the passenger door and stepped out onto the road. Cara slid out behind me and clutched my hand in hers. I immediately relaxed at her touch.
    “It’s going to be fun, but if you don’t like it, we can leave,” she assured me as she began to pull me toward Tristan.
    Brody groaned at the mention of leaving. “I will make it my personal mission to make sure you have fun, because I am for damn sure not going home until I am too drunk to remember my own name, or someone is moaning it.”
    “Charming,” I mumbled to myself as we crossed the street and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. As we entered, I kept my head ducked. The guys all yelled to their friends, and the partygoers seemed pleased at their arrival. I wanted to melt into the wall, and with my buzz, I felt like that might actually be possible.

CHAPTER SIX
    Cara
    A s we slipped into the house, I kept El close by my side. I could feel her grip tighten as we became submerged in the crowd.
    “We’re going to have fun, I promise.” I gave her hand a quick squeeze back, and she smiled, her shoulders relaxing.
    “I’m not really good with lots of people,” she whispered as if someone might overhear her.
    “I’m better in crowds than I am alone,” I confessed with a smirk, but her eyebrows pulled together, trying to understand. “I don’t like to be alone with my thoughts.” I tapped at my head with my free hand. “Lots of scary things going on up there,” I added with a wink, eliciting a giggle from her. She laughs like Tatum.
    “I’m going to grab a drink,” Tristan called over the music, pulling my attention from Ellie.
    “Sure,” I gave him a smile as he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. The other guys followed him, leaving me with Ellie.
    “You want to explore or something?” I asked as someone ran behind me, knocking me slightly off-balance. “Whoa! What the hell?” I spun around to see Ally, her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her lips.
    “Oops,” she shrugged as if it was an innocent mistake, her eyes narrowing as she glanced behind me to El. “Is this your new replacement for Tristan?” My body stiffened at her words, because I already knew that El was the perfect package. I relaxed my face so she wouldn’t see my