His hand brushes mine when I pass his drink back, and I notice his eyes are starting to look out of focus. We sit and chat for a bit until Stella raises the volume of the music playing on the outdoor speakers. The sultry beat snakes into everyone’s blood, and soon we’re all dancing. Stella and Alex challenge each other to a dance battle while Ivy watches and giggles. In the shadows, Gigi and Ryder sway as if in a world of their own, his intense eyes locked on his wife’s face. Lord, that man adores her.
AJ and Tara are wrapped all over each other as they move to the beat, and it isn’t long before Beau pulls me off his lap and convinces me to dance with him.
Gray joins us, and I take turns dancing with both Golden Boys, all the while feeling Wyatt’s green eyes tracking my every move. Maybe it’s all the wine I consumed, but I’m feeling more relaxed than usual, allowing myself to get lost in the music. I never dance when I’m sober because I feel too self-conscious, but once I’m loosened up, I love it.
Gray wanders off to get another drink, and Beau closes in again, pulling me tight to his body. I’m startled by how much bulkier he feels. Going into his junior year, I know he’s angling for the hockey captain position, and I realize he must be spending a lot of time in the gym and on the ice lately. He’s broader now.
I throw my arms up, and he moves in behind me, sliding his hands up and down my hips. It’s fun and boozy and we’re both breathless, faces flushed. I laugh when he spins me and then tugs me close. In the flashes of firelight, I catch Wyatt’s eye, but I can’t make out hisexpression.
I spin around again before tossing my hair over my shoulder. The move inadvertently gives Beau access to my neck, and I falter when he nuzzles it, his mouth ghosting over my skin. Then he thrusts a thigh between my legs, and that’s when I realize he’s hard.
Beau’s lips find my ear. “B… I wanna fuck you.”
Shit.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I try to make a joke of it. “I think someone’s had too much to drink.”
He counters with, “I think someone is the hottest girl I’ve ever known in my life.” He bites his lip, desire straining his chiseled features. “Let’s go somewhere. Boathouse? Sauna? Please.”
“Not a good idea,” I murmur back, and then I’m saved by Alex, who waves me over to dance with the girls.
I leave a frustrated Beau behind me, feeling pretty frustrated myself. I know he’s drunk, but…fuck. Why did he have to go there? We’ve been doing the platonic thing for years now. I assumed the attraction was long gone on his end, same way it is on mine.
Sensing Wyatt’s gaze on me again, I edge away from the girls and check the message on my phone.
SONGBOY
Meet me behind the boathouse. I want to make you come.
My pussy clenches. I glance toward the fire, where Wyatt stands in the light of the flames, eyes fixed on me. Fingers trembling, I finally respond.
Ten minutes.
With as much nonchalance as I can muster, I rejoin the girls anddance with them for precisely one and a half minutes before blurting out, “I’m going to pee.”
They give me strange looks. “Okay,” Stella says.
I casually leave the firepit and make my way to the path. Luckily, the boathouse is on the other side of our sprawling compound. I pick up my pace, passing the lower deck and the dock, and hurry toward the boathouse. The security cameras only cover the doors, so I creep along the side of the dark structure, past the outdoor shower where I caught Wyatt jerking off that day.
The second I round the corner, he steps out of the shadows and wraps his arms around me.
I squeak in surprise, but he muffles the sound with a kiss.
“These fucking shorts,” he mutters against my lips. He’s already undoing the button and pulling on my tiny zipper. They’re so small they barely require one.
“Why are you so angry at my shorts?”
“Because they’re keeping me from your pussy,” he says, “but also taunting me with it at the same time. I can see your ass cheeks coming out of them.”
He wiggles the shorts down my thighs, along with my skimpy panties.
“Not even gonna say hello?” I tease.
He cuts me off with a kiss, his hand already slipping between my legs. Pleasure skates through me as he cups my pussy and massages my clit with his fingertips.
“Lift this leg up,” he groans against my mouth.
He smacks my ass cheek, and I obey, lifting my leg and propping it on his hip. It opens me up to him completely, and he pushes two fingers inside me. He curls them slightly, hitting a spot that makes me gasp, and a shock wave ripples through my body.
