I smile warmly at him. “You would be great at that.”
“I agree, but you don’t need the money, man.” West tells him. “You’re entitled to half of everything I have.”
“Nah, that’s yours. I told you, I was never here for the money. I’ve never had money, and I’ll never need it.”
“It’s still yours,” West insists. I can see how much that means to Beck. I know he doesn’t need or want the money, but West offering it to him, especially after him spending months believing that’s the main reason Beck was here, is a huge deal. It shows just how far the two of them have come, and it warms my heart.
“Okay, so we’re going somewhere with some underfunded rundown school where Beck can go be some child’s hero, what else do we need?”
I’m momentarily shocked at Cam’s easygoing attitude. Just like that he’s on board to go wherever Beck is, assuming that we’re all going to stay together after school ends. It brings a bright smile to my face, one that he notices and returns as I cuddle deeper into West.
“We obviously need to be near a college with a good swimming program,” I state, watching as Cam’s brows climb up his forehead.
“We don’t need that—” he begins.
“I could do college,” Mason muses.
“Same. I’d definitely be interested in doing a tech course or something.”
Cam gapes open-mouthed at West and Mason. “Guys, you don’t need to go to college just for me.”
“We’re not,” Mason assures. “None of us have ever had a chance to think about a future for ourselves that wasn’t being chained to our parents' company. You’ve got swimming, and that’s great, but I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Besides, they say college is where you figure out who you are.”
Well, if that’s the case, I definitely need to go to college.
“What about you, Firefly? What do you want to do?”
“I’m with Mason—I’m all for going to college and spending the next four years working out who I am and what I want to spend my life doing.”
The four of us look around at each other, slow grins forming on our faces.
“To college,” Mason toasts, lifting his beer into the middle of our little group.
“To college,” we all cheer.
“And saving disadvantaged children,” Cam tacks on, making us all laugh.
The sun has long since set by the time we put out the fire and pack our things to head back to the car. It takes us much longer to climb up the steps in the dark, having only our phone lights to guide the way.
“Shotgun,” Cam calls out as we reach the car, and Beck climbs in behind the wheel.
“Fine, idiot, that means West and I can have Hadley all to ourselves in the back.” Mason smirks smugly as he pulls open the back passenger door.
Cam’s face is comical as he realizes his error, and he curses himself out under his breath as he gets into the front seat, West and Mason both laughing at him. I’m overcome with sadness as we pull onto the main road and leave our day in the sun behind us.
“Promise me we can do that again soon,” I pout to Mason, who chuckles.
“I promise.”
He drapes his arm over my shoulder and I shuffle in closer to him. My eyelids start to droop, tiredness hitting me.
“You’re not tired, are you, Little Warrior?” he whispers in my ear, and the seductive ring to his voice has my eyes popping open as my tiredness recedes.
“It depends, what did you have in mind?”
His dirty smirk has my panties all but disintegrating, and my skin flares hot beneath his touch as he achingly slowly glides his hand up my bare thigh. His fingers dip beneath the cut-off edges of my denim shorts, inches from my apex.
“But I mean, if you’re too tired…”
He moves to pull his hand back, but I latch onto it, not letting him get too far.
“I’m not.”
His smirk only deepens. “Are you sure? You look pretty tired.”
“I’m not.”
He cocks a brow. “I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on me now.”
I return his cocky smirk with one of my own. “Then you better make it good.”
His dreamy blue eyes flare at the challenge and his fingers move to rub me through my shorts. I’m faintly aware of Cam and Beck having some sort of discussion in the front of the car, and without turning to look at him, I can feel West’s heated gaze burning into me, only heightening my desire.
My head falls back against the headrest and my legs fall open. Mason deftly undoes the button on my shorts, lowering the zipper so he can reach his hand inside my panties, and the second his fingers connect with my clit, I jump and have to bite down on my lower lip to suppress a moan.
“Shh,” West says, leaning in to bite my earlobe. “You don’t want to distract Beck.”
Right, no, that would probably be bad.
He pulls the strap of my vest top down my arm, low enough to expose my breast. My bra was still damp when it started to get chilly, so I took it off when I put my top on earlier, and never bothered to put it back on again, so I have just granted West very easy access to my aching nipples.
He dips his head, flicking his tongue out before sucking my nipple into his mouth, just as Mason’s fingers slide inside me. The combination of their touch is too much and a small moan escapes me.
“What the—Ooh.”
I pry open an eye to find Cam staring transfixed at my bare chest while he licks his lips. “Goddammit,” he mumbles to himself, “I’m never claiming ‘shotgun’ again.”
My gaze lifts to the rearview mirror where Beck is watching me with equally heated eyes, before he tears them away to look out the windshield, grumbling something about trying to get all of us killed. I’d laugh, if Mason and West weren’t playing my body like it was their favorite instrument.
“Climb onto Mason’s lap, baby,” West instructs, and he helps maneuver me so my back is pressed against Mason’s chest, enabling West to pull down my shorts and panties while Mason pushes down his boxers. As I settle on his lap, I feel his long dick slide through my folds, my pussy clenching around nothing but air as it screams at me for what it really wants—as if I don’t want Mason buried balls deep inside of me too.
Reaching between my parted thighs, I wrap my hand around his length and give it a pump before lining it up with my pussy and feeding it into my dripping core.
“Oh, fuck,” Mason groans, thrusting shallowly and driving himself deeper. “Fucking incredible.”
I moan as he slides all the way into me, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“Spread her legs so we can see.” The desire dripping from Cam’s voice has me clenching around Mason, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck, softly biting the sensitive skin.