Hannah laughs so hard she has tears rolling down her face while she does every move with precision.
Angel wanders the room, encouraging the class and correcting posture. When she comes up behind me, she presses her hand to my back. “Right there. Push down with your pelvis and up with your ass. Yes, you’re doing so well.”
“I’m going to come. This is so hot!” Sara yells.
I hang my head, cackling.
Beside me, Camden groans. “Remind me why I thought it would be a good idea to bring you around my friends.”
I’m eyeing him, grinning, when Angel presses her hips against mine, demonstrating how she wants me to move. She’s basically humping my back. If I had any fucks left to give, I might be embarrassed by the show I’m suddenly part of in front of his friends, but I don’t, and Camden asked for this.
Angel smacks my ass and backs away. “Your girlfriend is hot,” she says to Camden as she saunters to the front of the room. “All right, let’s put on some slower music and practice our thrusts.”
The music cuts out, and the room is filled with a buzzing sound. Huh. One that sounds very much like?—
“What the fuck is that buzzing noise?” Brooks hisses.
From the front of the room, Daniel groans.
Hannah is still crying, but her laughter has turned to cackling.
“Oh my god,” Aiden giggles, collapsing to the ground.
“Again!” Lennox squeals, ass still in the air.
“Again what?” I ask. This is the hard part about being the newcomer. Not getting the inside jokes.
Sara collapses too, wheezing and clutching her stomach. “He’s wearing a cock ring.”
“Jesus Christ.” Camden falls to the floor with a thump.
Wide-eyed, I turn to him. “Okay, I take it back. Old people are weird.”
THIRTY-FIVE
SAVANNAH
Calliope’s Column
It’s Not Him, It’s You (Kind Of)
Rule Number 7: Don’t Bring a Cock Ring to a Sex Class with His Friends (They’ve Got it Covered!).
Josie snortsfrom just over my shoulder. My column goes to copy this afternoon, but I like to get her feedback before I submit, so here we are.
“Thank god my parents didn’t go,” she mumbles as she scans the article. “If not for Scar’s dance competition, I’d be reading about my parents gyrating to tantric music, huh?”
I drop my head into my hands, torn between laughing and groaning. “It was so fucking awkward.”
When I straighten and brush the hair from my face, Josie is grinning. “You’re happy.”
I roll my eyes, cursing the way my cheeks heatat her observation. Obviously, I am. And not just because of Camden. It’s hard not to feel good when so much is going well for me. The articles are getting good traction, and with Sienna at the helm, work is better than ever. I’ve been added to the group chat with Sara, Lennox, Hannah, Ava, Millie, and Sienna. It’s a little weird, considering Ava is Josie’s mom and Sienna is my boss, but I absolutely won’t complain about the way Camden’s friends have included me so easily.
On top of all that, I haven’t heard from either of my parents in weeks. That always makes my life feel more stable.
And yeah, Camden. Things are good. I’m moving into his house this weekend, and though he’s been traveling a lot, he texts all day long and calls as often as he can.
“I am happy,” I tell her. “And also a little nervous because I haven’t seen Camden in a week, and he just texted, asking me to join him and his friends in the owner’s suite for tonight’s Bolts game.”
