“What has gotten into you?” Ryan whispers to me.
“I just feel so good all over, like sparks racing through my whole body,” I respond, biting my lower lip.
Ryan stares wide-eyed at me, and he grabs my jaw, pulling my face closer to his.
“Your pupils are blown; did you take any drugs?”
I giggle at him. “Of course not.”
“Then they drugged your drink,” he murmurs in my ear.
My eyes go wide, and I sober up a little at the thought.
“It must be E; don’t worry, you’ll sleep it off.” Ryan shrugs casually.
Moans erupt around us, getting louder.
Ryan hands me my clothes. “Maybe put your bra and panties back on.” He winks at me.
I smirk back at him. “Or not.”
That’s when I see it. The RV just rocked back and forth.
CHAPTER
SIX
“Ryan, what the fuck? Did you see that?” I whisper, gripping his arm. Shock courses through me as my breathing accelerates.
“See what?” he responds harshly, as if I’m seeing things.
“The RV just moved!” I say through my teeth, looking at him incredulously with my mouth ajar.
“Babe, it’s just the E. Sometimes you can hallucinate.”
I look at him, horrified. “What do you mean, Ryan?!”
Clearly annoyed, Ryan responds, “Everyone looks to be high on ecstasy; the girls must have slipped it in your first drink. Jared offered it to me while you guys were having your fun.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I respond with disbelief, “Ryan, I’m not hallucinating!” My tone rises with more emotion. “The RV rocked back and forth just now!”
No one is even paying the slightest attention to us, since both couples are fucking entangled in their own sexual gratification.
“Something or someone is in there.” I elbow Ryan, my voice desperate for him to believe me, but he’s too transfixed on Georgia getting fucked in the ass by AJ.
“What in the hell would you suggest I do about it?” Ryan asks, his voice laced with an irritated edge. “I’m starving, and I plan to stay and wait for the burgers, Inspector Gadget.”
“Based on their moans, they’re almost done,” I say jokingly, attempting to clear the tension between us.
My body is still vibrating, but seeing the RV rock gives me an increased sense of paranoia.
Ryan clasps my hand, weaving our fingers together, and leads me to an empty chair near the fire. He sits down and wraps an arm around me, drawing me onto his lap.
We brush against each other softly, the feeling eliciting small moans, and we get lost in each other, our lips crashing together as we heavily make out.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but I feel a tap on my shoulder and open my eyes, turning toward whoever interrupted us.
AJ stands there in a black tank top and lounge shorts with slip-on sandals.
