Chapter 1
Tricia woke up with a hangover and a warm body pressed against her side. Something told her that whatever she had done last night, she was going to regret whenever the warm body woke up. Too much stress, too much alcohol, and too much skin. Having a similar sex drive to that of her brother, controlling herself was usually too much work to do. Last night? After having a fight with dad about not wanting to join the family business? Yeah, definitely too much work.
The body beside her groaned, before stretching lithe arms above short dark hair. At least this time was a female. With men came the risk of pregnancy if they forgot condoms in their drunken sex. Which had happened twice before with her. This time, no fear of that. There was still STD’s, but screwing up her own body was different than screwing up someone’s life. No way was she going to bring a kid into her family.
“Morning, sleepy head.” Tricia mumbled the greeting, a bit surprised at the face that was poking out from under her covers. How much did she drink last night? Hopefully, she’ll remember something in the next few moments. “You want to shower, first?”
Nicky Reagan-Boyle of the freakin’ Reagan family had a sleepy smile to accompany her equally sleepy voice. “No. You go ahead.”
Tricia didn’t need to be told twice, and shot to the bathroom in her apartment. One good thing about coming from her family was the money. She had her own place off campus and didn’t have to worry about sharing with anybody. Well, anybody but her brother. She usually didn’t have to worry about him because he liked being at one of his any girlfriend’s places.
The hot water woke her up, and gave her memory a jolt. She was remembering last night, and it was a very good night…
Last Night:
Being a party animal and always ready for a good time had a bad habit of cutting into study time and Tricia’s grades were slightly suffering.
Slightly. Her classes weren’t hard, and most of the time she was just bored. She did assignments, took the tests, but her love was in the crowds of people that were barely thinking. In the crowd, she was just another face. Another body to give and to get pleasure from.
She knew tonight was going to go differently after her second drink. At one of the tables, a guy her brother knew was spiking the three chicks’ drinks. “Hey, Joe!”
Why did she feel the urge to help the women out? Right, because she’s an idiot.
“What do you want, Trish?” Joe is a tall guy, and large. Very large. He’s hot in a ‘I can kill you with a flex of my fingers’ kind of way. As Little Tony’s little sister, and Fat Tony’s daughter, she was off limits to people in the business. Nobody wanted to mess the Enforcer’s little angel, or the Boss’s goddaughter.
Gentle pressure on his wrist in warning, and Tricia hoped Joe would get the hint. “Toss the drinks. Get lucky another way.” Joe wasn’t moving and she was digging a nail into his wrist. “Go, now.”
“Just cause you’re daddy’s little girl, don’t mean you get to tell me what to do.” Joe could be a bit of a numb skull at times. This was one of those times.
Up on her toes, lips next to his ear, she took note of how his body shivered, and knew she had him. “I’m more than daddy’s little girl, Joe. You know that.” She settled back on her heels, and kept a smirk carefully in place. Everyone knew the way things worked, the children took over the jobs of their parents in their organization. Or at least were trained to do so. She couldn’t keep track of how many times she had sat in while watching her dad enforce her godfather’s rules.
Joe was taking the hint this time, and as he moved away from the table, she moved towards. Three young women, somewhere around her age. One a little older, and the other two looked younger. “Hey. Sorry about that. Joe forgets where to bring the drinks sometimes.”
“No problem.” The one with the shortest hair told her, “I’m Nicky. These are my friends, Glenn and Diana. Sit with us.”
Sit with them she did. She also drank with them. Eventually, both Glenn and Diana left to go back to the dorms. They were both a little loud, but neither one of them could bring themselves to care. Near last call, the alcohol made her brave and Tricia pulled Nicky to her for a tongue down throat kiss.
“Come back to my place.” Tricia had panted out, already calling for a taxi. Nicky looked torn, and for a moment, she had thought the other woman would tell her no.
Nicky then had a full face smile and was pulling Tricia to her to shove her own tongue down her throat. Pulling back just enough for their breath’s to mingle, “Lead the way.”
Present:
The water was still pouring over her when there came a knocking on the bathroom door. Getting on out of the shower, Tricia opened the door to reveal an underwear clad Nicky. “Yes?”
Nicky’s eyes were wide, and Tricia mentally cursed herself for not grabbing a towel. “I was wondering…are you okay with what happened? Last night?”
Tricia remembered, and she remembered that the night had been really nice once they got to the privacy of her place. She also knew that Nicky was needing reassurance, and the only kind of reassurance Tricia knew was the kind you give with your body. “Want a shower?”
Nicky nodded, and Tricia pulled Nicky’s dry body to her own wet one. She pulled Nicky’s bra off and pulled her panties down so she could step out of them. Letting her body be the guide, she pulled the two of them under the downward spray.
She’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow. Sleeping with the enemy was so much fun. Or at least, her family’s enemy’s family member.