“Sunshine!”
Returning his grin with a smile of my own, Emilia lifts my arm in the air, tugging my body in rhythm with the beat. Laughing, I move my hips, getting into the swing of it as the three of us dance our hearts out, until we’re all panting and breathless.
“Need a drink,” Emilia pants.
Wilder nods his head in agreement. “Same.”
We start to push our way through the throng of people, but a hand clasping onto my wrist has me spinning around.
Coming face-to-face with Mason, a smile graces my lips as I quickly forget about my need for a drink and get lost in his pearly blue depths. A dirty smirk curls up one side of his lips as he pulls me into his arms, placing his large hands on my hips and grinding against me in an attempt to encourage me to move.
I wind my arms around his neck, unable to look anywhere but at him as another song starts up.
“Are you doing okay?”
I know he’s talking about the fact I’m in the middle of a densely crowded room, with loud music, and you know what...I’m actually not freaking out. I felt sweat coating my palms when we first walked in here, and the heat hit me, but somewhere along the way, I got lost in having fun with my friends and just living in the moment. Not to mention, there’s something about not having obsessed psychos chasing after you, and deranged parents controlling your every movement that has me walking taller and breathing easier these days.
A soft, genuine grin spreads across my face. “I’m fantastic.”
He matches my expression with one of his own, and the relief in his features has me leaning in, pressing my lips to his, and I drown in the taste of him. He slips his leg between my thighs, and I grind shamelessly against it. His body is perfection and presses against mine in all the right places.
Pulling back, he bites his lower lip before spinning me around. With swollen lips and love-drunk eyes, it takes me a second to compute the gorgeous hunk of man-meat standing in front of me.
“Cam,” I purr as he places his hands on my waist, just above where Mason is holding possessively onto my hips.
“Baby, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” His words come out in a seductive husk that goes straight to my greedy pussy, and I fist the tie hanging loosely around his neck, pulling him into me, so I’m wedged between his lean, athletic body, and Mason’s huge, muscular one.
The three of us move in tandem, swaying and grinding to the music, and I feel Mason’s hands slide down my sides, over my hips, until he reaches the hem of my skirt, and his fingers dance along my bare skin.
Arching my back, I press my ass against his hard erection, loving the deep groan that escapes his lips. Cam’s hands slowly work their way to join Mason’s, his fingers stroking along my inner thighs and making my breath hitch. As his hands slide under my skirt, Mason slides his up my body, until his large palms are spread across my ribs, his thumbs brushing the side of my breasts.
My head falls back to rest against Mason’s chest as Cam’s fingers get closer to discovering just how fucking soaked my panties are for him—for the two of them. Mason ducks his head, running his nose up the column of my neck, and occasionally flicking his tongue to taste me.
My hands cling desperately to Cam’s shoulders in a vain attempt to hold me upright, but let’s face it, Mason’s solid body and firm hold on my waist are really what’s holding me up, because my legs are fucking quivering under their ministrations.
Cam’s fingers finally brush along my damp panties, and the glint in his eyes is positively wicked as his tongue runs along his lower lip. His dilated pupils bore into mine, the carnal need in his eyes holding me captive as Mason sucks and bites along my throat.
My lungs empty of all air when his finger presses firmly against my nub, making my hips buck. Mason chuckles into the crook of my neck, the noise sounding more like a rumble that reverberates out from his chest. He subtly brushes the pad of his thumbs over my nipples, most likely able to feel their hard peaks, even through the fabric of my dress.
A shiver of desire courses up my spine, and my cheeks are flushed from both heat and the wicked things these boys are doing to my body. I fall apart under their touch, my breaths coming in rapid pants as Cam’s fingers slip beneath the thin fabric of my panties and easily push their way into my wet core.
My eyes drift shut as the two of them send me rushing toward a climax. Just as I feel my core tightening, my eyes pop open, and looking over Cam’s shoulder, my eyes meet Beck’s lust-addled gaze.
Knowing he’s been watching us get hot and heavy in the middle of the dance floor is my undoing, and Cam slams his lips down on mine as I come on his fingers and moan into his mouth.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs against my lips when I come back to reality.
“Mmmhmmm,” Mason agrees, still nibbling on the sensitive skin along my collarbone. “The sexiest.”
I snort out a laugh as West, Hawk, Emilia and Wilder join us, and the seven of us form one large group, dancing the rest of the night away. At one point, West and I break away from the others to get some fresh air, and when we come back in, I notice Wilder and Emilia arguing at the side of the room. Emilia’s brows are drawn in confusion as her arms gesticulate wildly, and Wilder scowls at her, before he snaps something out and storms our way, not sparing us a glance as he skirts past us and storms out the door.
Looking back at Emilia, her shoulders drop on a sigh, before she shakes her head and turns to grab a drink from the table. I worry my bottom lip, trying to decide if I should check on her or give her time to cool down, when West drags me back onto the dance floor, and I decide I’ll wait for her to tell me, in case she doesn’t want to talk about whatever that was.
An hour later, Wilder returns, his usual grin plastered on his face, but I can tell it’s sharper, more forced, and he watches Emilia with a weird expression. Emilia ignores his presence, but other than that little awkwardness, all of us have a great night. The sun is gracing the horizon by the time we all fall into our beds, and even though my feet hurt and my jaw is sore from laughing so hard, I don’t remember ever having so much fun.
***
Dressed in a black gown, I fix my hat on my head, flattening my curls beneath it.
“We’re gonna be late, come on!” Hawk gripes, his own graduation gown billowing out behind him as he strides into the kitchen, just as there’s a knock on the door, and Emilia shouts through it, “Open up! It’s graduation day!”
The sheer excitement in her voice has me laughing as Hawk scowls at the door, refusing to move to open it.
Rolling my eyes, I shove my way past him and open the door. Emilia’s eyes glisten with excitement, and she can’t keep the grin off her face.
“They have everything set up on the lawn. It looks like they're getting ready to start soon,” she says, bouncing up and down on her toes.