I have watched her for hours.
“Earth to Wy,” I hear Liam shout, causing my attention to pull away from the screen and look in his direction. “We’re here.”
I look around and see we have indeed arrived. “We’re coming for you, Love.”
EMMA
Hands travel up my arms as two bodies press into me, bringing me out of my dance haze, the moment reminiscent of the time at Shay’s house.
“Hello, Love.”
“Hello, Angel.”
August and Karl croon in my ears, causing chills to ripple down my spine.
I smile at their closeness before looking for Shay. When I finally find her, she’s dancing with some girl I’ve seen at school but never talked to. Just as I push my ass into August, Karl presses his body into mine from the front. I ask, “Who’s the girl Shay’s dancing with?”
The girl is about the same height as me, maybe an inch or two taller. I can’t really tell because she’s in five or six-inch stilettos. Her honey-wheat hair has a wavy-curly flow to it. She’s curvy, not as curvy as me, but if I had to guess, I’d say she’s about a size fourteen. I can’t see her eye color or distinguish her features from here. She’s a smoke show.
“That’s Eva,” August answers.
“She’s a senior like us, but she’s usually quiet and doesn’t come to these at all- at least not anymore,” Karl states.
I arch a brow, signaling my request for more information. He knows I need more than just age, sex, and location.
Karl smirks. “She’s good people. She mostly keeps to herself. I can go into more detail if you want. I’m more focused on the way you feel pressed between us again than I am on Shay dancing with Eva.”
I glare at him, ready to put my hand up and stop him from moving even closer when he finally sees I mean business. I won’t let my friend be left out just because I’m with my guys.
Relenting, Karl states, “She’s not going to hurt Shay. They used to hang out a lot until Eva started to behave strangely. It’s been a long time since she was at one of these. No one knows what exactly happened. We only know that one minute she was thick as thieves with Shay, then she was basically a hermit, going nowhere but school.”
I peer over Karl’s shoulder, Shay’s eyes connecting with mine. When her customary smile is in place, I mouth, ‘Are you okay?’ Once she nods, I finally allow myself to enjoy the feel of their bodies against mine.
The music switches to Spice’s
Go Down Deh, and my hips begin to roll. My skirt rides up, exposing the top of my thigh-high fishnets. I hear matching groans and feel August’s dick growing against my ass.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us and grind that body on our fingers?” Karl whispers, sliding his finger along the top of my thigh before slipping it under my skirt.
“Someone’s going to see us.” I protest, placing my hand on his wrist to stop his upward progress.
Two more bodies close in as August’s hand trails up my other thigh before cupping my ass. “No one’s going to know. Plus, we have these two helping to block us completely.” He then leans over and latches onto my neck, sucking at what I’m sure is salty skin. I’ve been dancing for hours, so I’m covered in sweat.
Rowan and Liam take a few more steps in, their hands joining the fray. So many hands. I lean my head back into August’s chest, enjoying the feeling of their touch. Each one is so different. I know I must be lust drunk because I’m allowing myself to indulge in the feel of Rowan’s fingers dragging ever so lightly up my arms and to the opposite side of my neck before he grips my throat.
Fuck. The sensation he’s causing as he squeezes, it’s just enough to have a bite of pain, and I’m not repulsed, not even remotely.
I feel Rowan’s hot breath on my neck. “Do you like the idea of pain?” he murmurs.
“Rowaniel,” a distinguishable whiny voice zaps all my lustful thoughts. I attempt to step out of Rowan’s touch, but all their holds lock me in place.
“Don’t you dare, Angel. That bitch doesn’t get to kill our vibe,” Karl demands through gritted teeth. His hold on me matches the ire in his whiskey-colored eyes. I know his anger isn’t for me but for the gnat that can’t seem to know when it’s her time to bow out with some grace.
Samantha approaches, but I’m not up for this bullshit tonight. I came here to have fun, not square off with the likes of her.
“Let me go. Tonight’s not the night for her shit,” I snap, unfurling from their hold.
Shay is already waiting. “Are we out?” she gauges, trying to decipher my plan of action.
I nod, striding toward the door. I hear the belabored temper tantrum of Samantha and the muffled curses of the guys behind me.
“She’s really stale with her lack of self-awareness and ability to read a room,” Shay expresses.
Sighing, I reply, “Exceedingly so. I don’t know that I’ve actually ever met someone so clearly obtuse.”
“Oh, if there’s one thing Samantha Davenport isn’t, it’s obtuse. She knowingly pushes herself into every situation. It’s her entitlement that’s the issue,” Shay expounds.
I nod, entirely in agreement. Samantha is more conniving than I think we give her credit for. She definitely wears the ‘I want it, and I want it now,’ a real Violet Beauregarde.
We step out into the crisp air, and I shiver. With December fast approaching, it’s starting to feel like winter here in New England. Raising my arms, I try to warm my goose-pimpled skin, kicking myself for trying to be cute instead of practical and wearing a coat.
The warmth of a coat and strong hands envelop me as the scent of black coral and moss fill my nostrils. The undertones of lavender make me inhale a bit deeper.
“We’re going to have to work on you taking care of what’s ours, Dove,” Liam’s deep voice sing songs in my ear, renewing the chill in my body, this one not from being cold.
My lips lift into a smile as I allow myself to stand in the heat of his body. I want to touch him but don’t want to push him, especially not in front of so many. “And let me guess. You’re all going to ensure I do just that, right?” I tease.
Karl tugs me from Liam’s hold. “That’s exactly right, and you’re not going to fight us on it either,” he murmurs, nipping me on my nape before spinning me around. “Or- maybe you will, and then we can have even more fun.” A wry grin paints his face, the left side of his mouth quirking up. “Oh please, please, please fight. I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse.”
Pecking his lips, I push against his chest, slipping from his grasp on my waist. “As long as you all know that I’ll be the one doing the hunting,” I smirk, looking each of them in the eyes. Rowan still looks uncertain of how he should interact with me. I can almost see his brain trying to decide if he’s allowed to join in on the banter or not. He can stew for a bit longer. I can only tolerate certain levels of asshole, and his still needs some work.
Turning around, I start walking to the car, enjoying their commentary on how I could never outsmart them.
“Keep sleeping on my girl, and unnuh will be left chasing your tails,” Shay jokes, and we both burst into laughter as we reach her car.
We say our goodbyes. Then I turn to head toward where Thomas is parked. Karl attempts to pull me back into him, but August’s hand smacks his out of the way.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.