My drink sloshed onto my hand as Phoenix nudged me with his shoulder. “Spin around. I’ll do your back. What factor did you bring?”
“What?” I croaked, placing my drink on the small table between the bed we were on and Hudson’s. I lifted my fingers to my lips; they were sticky from the spillage, but Nix caught my wrist. I almost flipped out as he drew my hand close to his face. “Here, let me.”
My mouth dropped open as he took one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked off the liquid. Everything went quiet as Cash stopped what he was saying mid-flow. My nipples hardened against my bikini top. Shit, his tongue felt good.
Everyone watched as Nix took each of my digits between his lips one by one and licked off the alcohol. It should have been the most erotic thing ever, but with an audience, I was horrified. I gave myself a mental slap and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.
“Stop being weird,” I whispered, making a face.
“You love it,” he volleyed back with a wink.
“What the fuck, bro?” Cash said, taking a step back. Molly cleared her throat, and Hudson released an elongated sigh with ahere we goexpression.
“What?” Nix replied, ignoring Cash and allowing me to tug my hand free. “You don’t want sticky fingers, do you?” He then glanced up at the other man. “What’s your problem?”
Tension between the two men heightened. “Isn’t that against the rules, bro?”
“Isn’t what against the rules?”
The two burly boys started to trade scowls.
“You, dicking your sister,” Cash huffed, clearly put out by what he’d witnessed. The party was still going on all around us, but all I could focus on was the looming threat of trouble.
Phoenix didn’t like Cash’s tone or words and pushed to his feet. My eyes darted to Molly’s and then Hudson’s, but he was texting; hopefully, calling for backup.
I had to do something; if things got ugly and I was the reason for that, my trial friendship with Storm would be over before it started.
Some of the guests around us were glancing over. Sensing that something was going on.
I shot to my feet and placed an arm on Cash’s shoulder. “He’s drunk, Cash.”
Lifting his eyes from where I touched the other guy, Phoenix grunted. “I’m as sober as a judge, baby girl.” He then turned to Cash. “I thought I’d made myself clear at the bar.”
Cash bared his teeth. “You made fuck all clear. You just started acting like a possessive prick.”
“Call me a prick again and see what happens. You feel me?”
And then the DJ started speaking into the mic, introducing his first set of music, which was much more upbeat. It added to the change in mood from calm to looming chaos.
As the two men squared up, I watched as Hudson placed his cell down and then leaned back against the lounger with his hands behind his head. Was he just going to lie there and not intervene?
And then Josh, Michael, and a worried-looking Verity joined us. Great.
“What’s going on?” Josh said, yoyoing between the two men. They were both big, but Phoenix had more muscle. His tanned skin made Cash look pale in comparison.
“I was just wondering the same thing myself,” he said, cutting Josh a look before pinning his eyes back on Phoenix. “You should have made your claim sooner, bro—bit late to be marking your territory now.”
“Who said I’m marking shit?”
“Fuck me, man. You may as well have pissed on her.”
I got what his point was, but men were so gross.
“Who got pissed on?” Josh cut in with a wide-eyed, dumbass expression. His lips and tongue were blue, suggesting he’d been on the Blue Curacao cocktails I’d seen a few people drinking earlier.
“He meant it as an idiom,” Molly reassured him, and Hudson snorted, looking bored as fuck.
“An idi-what?” the half-cut college football cornerback questioned.
