He works his way to the waistband of her sleep shorts and tugs them down as I slide my hand up her stomach and cup her tit, squeezing it gently before tweaking the nipple. Her head falls back against the pillow and her eyes drift shut.
“Keep your eyes open,” I say softly. It’s not one of my usual harsh demands, but she obeys me anyway, snapping them open, and looking up at me like I’m her entire world. “I want to capture every minute.”
“Of what?” she asks in a breathless voice.
“Every minute you feel alive.”
She reaches up and slides her hand around the back of my neck, tugging me down until my lips meet hers. Her lips part beneath me, and I slide my tongue into her mouth, and it’s like my whole world rights itself. Everything that’s been off-kilter the last few weeks suddenly slots back into place, and for a moment, everything is right again.
Fingers brush over mine as they slide along her body, and I know either Beck or Mason have joined in the fun. Hadley vocalizes her approval of another player with a dirty groan that turns into a gasp when Cam gets busy between her thighs putting his tongue to good use, and I take advantage, claiming her mouth in another heated kiss that sends us both spiraling.
When we finally pull apart, Hadley is a writhing mess underneath our combined touches, and I find Beck sucking her tit into his mouth. I spot Mason watching the four of us, running his hand over the front of his boxers as he tries to soothe his hard-on.
Catching Hadley looking at him, he smirks, and moves to join in. He shifts to the head of the bed, leaning in to kiss her as I move my attention to her nipple, and under all of our touches, Hadley is crying out her release in no time.
Satisfied, we all collapse onto the bed, snuggling in against her. Her stomach grumbles, and I snicker. Laughing, Cam goes to get up. “I’ll make us breakfast.”
Hadley pouts. “But we’re not done yet.”
Cam gives her a dirty wink, leaning down to kiss her. “Far from it, baby. But you’ll need your stamina for what I have in mind.”
She laughs as he climbs out of bed, and the sound is like music to my ears.
Mason grabs his phone from the bedside table as Cam gets dressed, the rest of us unwilling to leave the bed just yet.
“Hawk’s text. Says he’s got stuff to do today and that the five of us should take the day to do something.”
My brows lower. “What does Hawk need to do?”
Mason shrugs. “No idea.”
“A day out sounds fun,” Hadley says, looking at each of us.
“Oh, yeah, we could go to the beach,” Cam says enthusiastically, jumping onto the bed and forgetting all about his breakfast plans.
Hadley laughs. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
The look Cam gives her is positively evil. “Who said anything about needing swimsuits? Our parents own a private cove nearby. We could go there. No one else would be around.”
Thrilled by the thought of us all spending the day together, away from school and all the other shit that constantly seems to surround us, we all climb out of bed and get ready for the day.
Chapter 16
“Wow,” I gasp as we pull up on what is nothing more than a gravel area at the top of a cliff, overlooking the ocean. Getting out of the car, the wind whips my hair around my face, and I can smell sea-salt in the air, and hear the distant noise of waves crashing against the rocks below.
“Over here,” Cam calls out, leading the way toward the cliff face. As I approach, I notice steps have been carved into the side of the rock, and as we start to descend, a small strip of beach comes into view, stretching out below us. It’s well hidden, so no one passing by on the road would think to stop and come down here, but the outlook is absolutely spectacular.
“Who the hell owns their own private cove?” I gape when my feet hit the sand. I look around, completely mesmerized by the shimmering sand and glistening ocean.
“We do.” Mason winks as he moves past me, carrying a large cooler filled with drinks and food. I catch Beck’s eye and I can tell he’s just as amazed by all of this as I am.
We both let out a disbelieving chuckle and move to follow the others over to where Cam is laying down towels on the sand.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Cam asks, reaching out to grab a hold of me just as I go to sit on the towels. “We’re going swimming.”
I laugh. “Cam, I can’t swim.”
His eyes widen to saucers. “You, what?! Well, we will have to correct that as soon as we’re back at school. For today, I guess you’re just going to have to stay real close to me.” He winks, and I shake my head, trying to wriggle out of his grip.
“Baby, you have five seconds to get your shorts and shoes off, or I’m carrying you in fully clothed.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
The asshole just quirks an eyebrow. “Five.”
I scowl at him, refusing to believe him.
“Four.”
I still don’t move.
“Three.”
He takes a step toward me, and I can see the intent in his eyes. He’s one hundred percent serious.
“Two.”
His arms come to wrap around my waist, and I shift slightly out of his reach, frantically kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my shorts. They’re not even halfway down my legs when he wraps his toned arms around me and lifts me off the ground.
I scream, kicking my shorts the rest of the way off as he runs with me to the water, the other assholes laughing as they watch us. I give all of them the middle finger, and scream again as the first drops of the cold water hit my legs.
“Cam! It’s freezing!” I yell as he runs deeper into the water, quickly submerging us. I move in his hold so I can wind my arms tightly around his neck, my legs doing the same around his waist. I’m clinging to him like a goddamn spider monkey, and he seems to find it fucking hilarious, based on the deep boom of laughter he emits.
“Baby, I’ve got you, but if you strangle me, someone will have to come in here and rescue us both.”
“Shut up, asshole,” I snarl, but I do loosen my hold around his neck—he is my human life vest after all. “I can’t swim.”
“You’re not going to drown. We’re not far enough out. If you put your feet down, you’ll be able to touch the ground.”
I stare at him incredulous. “Put my feet down?” The water is already at the level of my nipples. There is absolutely no fucking way I am letting it go any higher.
“Trust me. I’ve got you, but I promise, you’re fine.”
My nails dig painfully into the muscles on his shoulders as I slowly loosen my hold on his waist and lower my feet until I can feel the sand bed beneath my toes. His hands remain firm on my waist, even when I’m standing on both feet. The water is no higher than it was before, but it’s still too close to my face for my liking.
Digging my toes into the sand, I take a bolstering breath.
“See?” He closes the small bit of distance between us, his bare chest brushing against mine as he looks into my eyes. “I won’t let anything else happen to you.”