When Keira finally pulls away from her boyfriend, she’s breathless and panting. Wet lips instantly find my neck. “You’re going to let us fuck you, aren’t you?”
Yes.
No.
Fuck. I don’t know.
This is what I came for. Hooking up was the whole point of tonight.
But even through the haze of my high, I know I don’t want to hook up with Keira. And especially not with JD.
I open my mouth to protest, but I’m parched, and the words keep getting stuck in my throat.
“Shh,” she soothes. “It’s okay. We’re doing this because you want it. We’re going to make it so good for you, pretty girl.”
“She looks thirsty,” JD growls, the deep timbre of his words vibrating through me.
It feels good. Even though I wish it didn’t.
“Here.” He holds out an orange plastic cup.
Keira takes it and raises it to her mouth, but he grasps her wrist, stopping her. “That one’s for her.”
Eyes flashing, she brings the rim of the cup to my lips.
Lukewarm liquid trickles into my mouth. Desperate for hydration, I tip my head back, letting more of the liquid in and taking a few greedy gulps.
“Not too much,” JD hisses, batting the cup down.
I whimper at the loss, but I can’t get my arm to move to reach for it.
“We want her lucid enough to participate.”
I sigh. Looks like I have to take what I can get from here on out.
Warmth and weight coat my insides. My tongue feels tingly, my mind more numb than before.
Keira and JD both move in, their bodies pressed against me tight. It feels good to let go, so that’s what I do. I give in to it, loose like a ragdoll, moving where they put me.
Keira sucks on my neck again while large hands cup my breasts over my top.
“JD’s been making videos lately,” Keira confesses, her teeth tugging at my ear. “We have an official account and everything. Our fans are going to love seeing you unravel between us.”
Videos.
Videos?
Why is she talking about videos?
My heart lurches. Has she seen the video? The one of Mercer and me?
“Mercer.”
I whisper his name, knowing damn well no one can hear me.
As the unmistakable pressure of an erection grinds rhythmically against my ass, I let my head fall forward and close my eyes, wishing it was Mercer dancing behind me.
Large hands grip my thighs, tugging my skirt up, exposing more of my hot skin. The hands lock me in place, their strength and steadiness familiar in a way that makes me yearn for someone else entirely.
