The feed comes up, and my fists unclench. She’s in the middle of the floor dancing with Shay. Everyone dances around them, but they all keep a safe distance back.I guess people have a bit more sense than I give them credit for.She has a bright smile on her face as her hand wipes her hair back from her sweaty forehead. Ariah laughs, throwing her head back, exposing the column of her neck. My eyes trail down, watching the sensual sway of her hips, and I’m mesmerized. I could watch her for hours.
My lips lift into a grin.I have watched her for hours.
“Earth to Wy,” I hear Lev 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.”
44
ARIAH
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.”
Wyatt and Owen 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 Wyatt, Owen 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,” Wyatt answers.
“She’s a senior like us, but she’s usually quiet and doesn’t come to these at all— at least not anymore,” Owen states.
I arch a brow, signaling my request for more information. He knows I need more than just age, sex, and location.
Owen 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, Owen 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 Owen’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’sGo 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 Wyatt’s dick growing against my ass.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us and grind that body on our fingers?” Owen 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 Wyatt’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.
Wes and Lev take a few more steps in, their hands joining the fray. So many hands. I lean my head back into Wyatt'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 Wes’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 Wes’s hot breath on my neck. “Do you like the idea of pain?” he murmurs.
“Wesley,” a distinguishable whiny voice zaps all my lustful thoughts. I attempt to step out of Wes’s touch, but all their holds lock me in place.
“Don’t you dare, Angel. That bitch doesn’t get to kill our vibe,” Owen 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.
