Page 136 of Ramshackle
“Don’t drink too much,” Aiden warns, reminding me of the time he’d caught the three of us drinking at Old Red. I’ll never forget how he made us work out and train the next morning as punishment.
I move nearer to him so I don’t have to shout. “I thought you were going to be nicer to me,” I tease, smiling wickedly with the shot in my hand.
Aiden pinches either side of my jaw and pulls me in close. “I never promised nice,” he purrs. “Only punishment.”
A thrill of desire shoots through me in a rush of heat.
Oh.
Fuck.
Yes.
I take a step back, my eyes locked on him, and suck down the shot. His eyes narrow, but I smirk and walk away into the mob of dancers. There’s nothing he can do right now with the entire Guild present. But later?
The people around me are jumping and grinding to the music. I stop at a small opening and begin to move to the beat, swaying and hitting the rhythm in a way I haven’t felt since Hype. There are girls squealing closer to the stage that cuts through the song. I try to ignore them, but when I hear the name they’re shouting, I look up.
Zedd, the serious guy with Gabriel, is the one singing on stage. My brain glitches at the sight of him grinding into the microphone stand and pouring so much emotion into the song. He screams sex, from the way he moves to the sound of his voice ear-fucking the crowd. It can’t be the same guy. A twin, maybe. But then I spot Gabe dancing and yelling for Zedd at the base of the stage.
A hand slaps over my eyes, and I’m tugged back into a lean chest. “Don’t look,” Kellan drawls. “I accepted my brothers because I knew how you felt about them, but there is fuck-all chances of any other man touching you. If you think you can handle more dick, thenI’llgive it to you. I’ll tell the others, and we’ll fill every pretty hole of yours until you’re dicked out of your mind.”
Holy shit.
If I hadn’t already been turned on by Aiden, I’m well past that point now. I clench my thighs as arousal pools between them.
Am I going to make it through this night?
“You hear me, beautiful? That’s not a threat; it’s a promise.”
He waits for my nod before he traps my hips against his and we start dancing to the music. Dane joins us a minute later, and then the three of us keep dancing song after song. We switch places; sometimes, it’s just me and one of the guys, and sometimes, it’s me with both. Most often, it’s me on my own while the other two create a barrier around me that keeps anyone else from trying to join.
I have no idea how many hours it’s been before I decide it’s time for a pee break. Dane left a short while ago to check on Aiden and Kell is getting us more drinks. I ask someone for directions, then head that way, quickly taking care of my business. I’ll be back before Kellan knows it.
Yessiree.
Giggling, I glance up and see a waterfall among the foliage, and a dark, rock tunnel beneath it. Wait. Where am I? Did I make the right turn? I don’t remember passing this on the way to the restroom. The music is gone, replaced with the rush of water that echoes against the stone while my ears still thunder with the beat.
I look behind me and find more greenery and stone trails.
Shit biscuit. How did I get here?
I move to the tunnel behind the waterfall, fascinated by the roaring surge of water. It smells like rain. Or that earthy smell of water on stone.
No way I passed this earlier without pissing myself. I made a wrong turn.
Something moves in the shadows.
I yelp, but it disappears behind a hand as I’m pressed chest-first into the damp wall.
“Where are you going all alone, little one?” a familiar, husky voice whispers.
Jackson.
One of these days, I’m going to surprise and grab each of them out of nowhere to see how they like it.
“You should be more careful. You never know who might be wandering in the dark.”
There’s half a second for me to relax before his fingers find my swollen, needy cunt. My filter’s currently garbage with the amount of alcohol swimming in my veins, so my moan is loud and long into his palm.
