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“I don’t know. Why don’t you set it down in the mud room for now?” I suggest.
“Ohhh looks like she got some pie.” Sloan says tracking the box as Emmet walks past.
“I bet it’s from Pierce. He’s been lavishing her with all sorts of gifts since the accident.”
“He went from womanizer to whipped so fast it gave me whiplash.” Sloan says helping me to hang up some lights. I bark out a laugh.
“I heard that, asshole.” Pierce calls from another room. Sloan and I look at each other trying to stifle our laughs.
“So, who are you going as?” He asks me.
“Marilyn Monroe.”
“Classic.”
“You think so? It’s not too overdone?”
“She’s a classic icon for a reason. You’ll do her justice that’s for sure.” My cheeks warm at his compliment.
“Who are you going as?”
“Nicholas Cage.”
“Any specific movie or moment?”
“Moonstruck. I’ll never get over the scene where he’s waving his wooden hand around yelling about his wife.”
“I haven’t seen it.”
“Oh, you’re missing out. It’s hilarious. Cher the singer is in it.”
“You know a lot about movies.” I say tying off my end of the lights.
“It’s my secret talent.”
I stand back admiring our handiwork. This was going to be one heck of a party.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
Salem
The music pulses throughout my body, my hips moving with the rhythm. I’m three drinks in, my mouth tasting like the cherry Jell-o that I threw back before heading out onto the makeshift dance floor. My costume feels tight as I move. I feel eyes boring into me making my body heat as I dance. I scan the crowd of sweaty bodies, costumes swaying together. A hand snakes up around my waist, pulling me back against a sweaty bare chest that smells like too much Axe body spray. I go to remove his sweaty hand from my stomach, but whoever he is presses me against him harder causing me to yelp. He lets out a dark laugh which pisses me off. “Hands off!” I yell above the music, but he doesn’t make a move to show that he‘s heard me. I manage to spin, taking the shirtless man by surprise. I have no idea who he’s supposed to be. The theme for tonight was ‘Famous People- Dead or Alive’. So far, I’d seen two Lady Gaga’s- one in a meat dress and one from American Horror Story.
The shirtless guy gets a predatory look in his eyes and steps towards me, I back up and come to a stop as familiar arms wrap around my back. Pierce’s lips hover near my ear, sending a shudder throughout my body. “You alright?” I nod.
The shirtless guy’s eyes bounce between us as he quickly assesses that he’s not welcome. Why it takes another guy’s presence and not my very clear refusal sparks a feeling of anger deep in my belly. He skitters away getting lost in the sea of bodies. Pierce is still pressed against my back, his hands snaking around my hips.
I turn facing him. He’s dressed up as James Dean, his cocky smirk firmly in place. My body sways toward him of it’s own volition making me let out a snort. “Why are you here Pierce?”
“I live here.” His gaze flits to my lips.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to dance with me?” He lets out a snarl grabbing my hips again and pushing our bodies together.
“You want to dance with me, witch?” He bites out grinding his lower half against mine. I can feel the pulse of his erection press against me, making me let out a moan of appreciation. Drunk me was such a slut, I arch into him without a second thought. His eyes darken at my movement. He rolls his hips against me in tune with the music as he pushes his fingers into my hips with a bruising grip, but it feels too good to care. As we grind together with the swell of the music, I feel a warm press of solid muscle come up from behind me. The scent of pine needles envelops me, and I know immediately who’s body it is.
I see a flash of annoyance cross Pierces face, before he looks at me assessing my reaction. I answer by snaking my arm around Walker’s neck pulling him even closer. Pierce’s jaw ticks then, he nods placing a quick kiss against my lips that tastes like whisky and fire. I let out a moan when he continues moving against me. Walker’s body moving in time with ours.
It isn’t long until I feel Walker growing hard against my ass. I grind myself against both Walker and Pierce, lost in the heady sensations flowing through me, letting myself just feel for once. Giving myself permission to take what I want. And what I want is both of them. I feel their cocks pulsating with each roll of my hips, working me up into the most delicious frenzy. Their hands roam over me, Walker cupping my breast as he licks my neck. Pierce takes notice and goes after my earlobe on the other side, his hot breath skating across my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
