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twenty-three

“D ude, is this real life right now?” Peyton asks as she scans the hotel room.

“It’s something that’s for sure,” I murmur, shaking my head.

I don’t know how Kellan and Wyatt did it, but they pulled off the ultimate surprise. According to Kellan, they got the guys on board at practice, and then when he came over, he convinced Peyton and me to go along with a surprise. I asked him about Grace, but he said Clay would make sure she came too.

When we arrived at the airport, though, is when my hesitation kicked in. Flying is a lot of money, and if you fly, then you can’t go home, which means even more money on hotel rooms. Kellan could tell I was uncomfortable and told me to trust him, leading to now.

The guys splurged and got suites. Each suite has two bedrooms and a shared living room area.

Kellan and I are in a suite with Clay and Grace. Peyton is in the other suite with Beckett, Brett, and Wyatt. Peyton offered to take the couch, but the guys wouldn’t hear of it. Two suites in New York City with high-rise views and a doorman have to be expensive.

Peyton about choked when she saw how luxurious it was. She tried to tell the guys to put her in the cheap motel down the street, but they wouldn’t hear of it. They told her to shove her complaints somewhere else because it wouldn’t be right to be here without her. It was actually kind of sweet and had me biting my own tongue and simply saying thank you.

They are up to something, though. They herded us all into the suite Grace and I are sharing while they ran some errands.

Grace hums as she looks around. “Not bad.”

“Not bad? Girlfriend, I think our definitions of not bad are different,” I tell her.

Peyton laughs. “No kidding. We didn’t grow up with the kind of money they did.”

Grace’s cheeks turn red. “Hey, this wasn’t my idea, so don’t look at me.”

“Did they tell you guys where we are going tonight?” I ask as I sit on a chair in the corner by the window.

“Nope,” Grace and Peyton say in unison as someone knocks on the door.

“I got it.” Peyton goes over and answers the door.

I hear low murmuring but don’t pay any mind to it. My attention is firmly on the gridlocked street below.

How do people live like that?

“Let’s see what they brought us,” Peyton says as she sets a bag on her bed.

I watch as she pulls three outfits out and lays them on the bed.

“Is that lingerie?” I ask as I get up to get a closer look.

“Looks like it,” Grace mutters.

“Hey, at least they were nice enough to get us booty shorts instead of thongs,” Peyton says as she holds one up that has her name on it.

The one with my name is a deep green color. Grace’s is a plum shade, and Peyton’s is the brightest of all in a blood red.

“I’m not wearing that.” I shake my head.

“You have to. I’m sure they picked these outfits for a reason,” Peyton says.

“Dude, you want my brother to see me in that?” I give her a look.

Peyton and Grace both wince.

“I’m sure it won’t be too bad. It’s like a bathing suit, right?” Grace says lightly as she pushes up her glasses.

“Exactly. I’m sure we won’t be the only ones dressed crazy. It’s Halloween weekend. Besides, it’s not like we are going to run into people from back home outside of the guys. We have nothing to worry about.”

I’m not going to win.

Sighing, I hold out my hand. “Fine. Let’s do this before I change my mind.”

* * *

“What is this place?” I ask over the loud music.

“This is the hottest Halloween party in the city,” Kellan murmurs into my ear.

“We had to come all the way to New York City for a party?” I tease.

Kellan smirks and shrugs his shoulder. “We’re only young once, right?”

“Very true.” I look around the room, and I’m both relieved and shocked to see that there are people wearing way less than us in attendance.

It was so weird. At the door, the guys had to give their names and everything. It’s way more formal than any party I have ever been to.

“Did I tell you that you look fucking fantastic tonight, beautiful?”

I eye my man. “You too. It’s a good thing we got ready separately, otherwise, we would have never left the room.”

Kellan laughs like I’m joking, but I’m not. While they dressed us as Victoria’s Secret Angels, the guys dressed as Calvin Klein underwear models. I thought for sure at least one of them would look uncomfortable, but all five guys look as if it’s a typical Friday night. Then again, maybe it is for them, considering they see each other naked on the daily.

“Do I want to know what you were just thinking about?” Kellan asks, tearing me from my thoughts.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t. Just because it’s dark in here doesn’t mean I didn’t see you blush.” He smirks.

Before I can come up with anything to say, our friends join us at the table with enough drinks for everyone.

“This place is crazy!” Grace yells.

“I fucking love it,” Peyton says, raising a drink.

“Of course you do,” Beckett teases her.

Peyton pushes a shot toward me, and I pick it up. When everyone raises theirs, I realize that Clay and Kellan are both missing one.

“What about you two?”

“We’re not drinking tonight,” Kellan tells me.

Clay nods. “We’re in charge of making sure everyone gets back safely.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind not drinking,” I tell them.

I’m not even old enough to drink. Kellan really isn’t either, come to think of it.

Kellan’s hand flexes on my hip. “Drink if you want to, beautiful. I got you.”

“Okay, okay. We need to cheers,” Peyton says.

“To condoms and bathroom hookups,” Brett says, making everyone cringe.

“To a Halloween for the record books,” Grace says, shaking her head.

We all tap our glasses together and repeat her before taking a drink. The tequila warms my throat as it goes down, making me shiver.

Fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to tequila or even if I want to.

“Hey, do we know them?” Grace asks, pointing across the room.

We all follow her line of sight and see a woman sitting on a man’s lap while holding the hand of another, while one more looks down at her like the sun rises and sets on her.

“Holy shit, is that Aurora Blake?” Peyton yells.

“Well, I would hope so considering this is one of their parties,” Wyatt deadpans.

“Who?” my brother asks cluelessly.

“Aurora Blake, she’s a huge social media influencer,” Kellan tells him.

“Why is she letting three dudes touch her?” Clay asks.

“Because why not?” Peyton challenges.

Clay raises his hands, signaling he means nothing by it.

“Wait, doesn’t she have four boyfriends?” Grace asks.

“I’m assuming that’s the dude who’s approaching them like he’s on a mission,” Brett says.

We watch as the fourth man in question walks right up to her, cutting off the conversation she was in and covers her mouth with his.

“Holy shit,” I can’t help but mumble.

* * *

While Cora looks at the United Nations and their woman, my eyes don’t leave her. The red from her cheeks travels down her neck, and she doesn’t look away.

Holy shit is right. My girl likes watching them do their thing. I always knew she had a kinky side to her.

I wonder what else she would like watching. Or better yet, how she would feel about someone watching us.

Do I really want to share her like that, though? Do I want to risk someone seeing her as she comes and the way she gasps my name?

Discreetly, I adjust my hardening cock under the table. The last thing I need right now is for her brother to see it.

Talk about making shit fucking awkward.

“If sex was an Olympic sport, she would be a gold medalist,” Peyton says randomly.

“What?” Beckett asks what we are all thinking.

Peyton shrugs. “Think about it. She bangs four dudes on the regular. That’s a lot of sex. My pussy is weeping at the thought of it.”

“Weeping in jealousy or in the idea of it?” Beckett asks her.

She raises her brow. “Wouldn’t you like to know, big guy?”

“I would actually.” He looks desperate for the answer.

“Okay, enough, you two. Let’s try to keep things as PG as possible. The last thing we need is to be arrested for indecent exposure and having to call Coach,” Clay says.

“Spoilsport,” Brett mutters, making Clay roll his eyes.

Peyton picks up her drink and slams it. “Bottoms up, bitches. Let’s go dance.”

Grace and Cora share a look before shrugging at each other. Both women reach forward and grab another drink from the center of the table and drink it in one go.

“Are you coming with me?” Cora asks as she slides off her stool.

“You know it, beautiful.”

“I got the table,” Wyatt says to no one in particular.

Like the saps that Clay and I are, we follow the girls onto the dance floor. At first we start out dancing by our friends, but by the third song, enough people have moved between them and us, making it so they are out of sight.

Cora intentionally brushes her ass against my cock, making my eyes roll.

Fuck me.

Leaning down, I nip at her ear. “Is my girl wet and needy for me?”

“How about you find out for yourself?” She tries to move my hand down between her legs.

Chuckling, I shake my head and pull her arms behind her back, which instantly backfires when Cora rubs my cock through my underwear.

“Beautiful, you need to behave. I only have so much willpower and your brother could walk up at any moment.”

“I need you, Kellan.”

“I know you do, baby, but it’s going to have to wait until we get back to the hotel room and you’ve sobered up.”

Cora turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. Instinctively, my hands go to her ass, and I pull her body into mine, making us both groan.

“I’ve only had two drinks.”

“Two too many.”

“I’m aching, hotshot,” she whimpers.

“Fuck, I can feel how hot and wet you are,” I groan as she rubs against my thigh.

“Then take care of me.”

“Beautiful, your brother,” I protest.

Cora looks around and then smiles. “Come with me,” she says as she grabs my hand.

I follow behind her and glare at the guys who eye her up and down as we pass by. Part of me wants to punch them in the face for staring at what’s mine, but the other part of me can’t help but be a little cocky. She’s mine, and they will never get a taste. When one dude reaches out to touch her, Cora slaps his hand away and keeps trailing forward.

When I stop to lay into him, she yanks on my arm. “Come on, Kellan.”

Glaring at the dude, I follow her deeper into the club until we come to a hallway. Cora starts pulling on handles, and by the third try, one finally opens, and she pulls me inside.

“I don’t think we are supposed to be in here,” I hiss.

“It’s fine,” she says as she pulls me into her.

Cora grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me hard. Her hand is pulling my underwear down and stroking me within a second.

My head falls back as I look up at the ceiling. It’s dark in here, but there is a little light shining through to show me that we are in some sort of supply closet. There are several lines of shelves in the middle of the room with different things on them.

We both freeze when we hear someone moaning and the slapping of skin.

“I don’t think we are alone. Do you want to stay?” I murmur into her ear.

She squeezes me, looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes. Then she slowly nods.

Very slowly, she moves my hand to between her legs where I feel how drenched the lace is between her thighs.

Fuck me.

“Do you want me to get you off, beautiful, while we listen to someone else?” I ask quietly as I nip her ear.

Cora moans, arching into me.

Spinning, I pin her against the wall. “I won’t fuck you here, but I can take the edge off. Open your legs, beautiful.”

She widens her legs as I drop to my knees. I smirk at how willing and ready she is.

I can hear the panting from deeper in the closet, but I don’t stop. To be honest, it has my cock hard to think about what is going on back there and how wet it’s making my girl.

Licking her over her underwear, I can taste her. Her thighs are covered in the evidence that she is damn near ready to combust.

Pulling them aside, I look up at Cora. Her eyes are at the back of the room, as if she is imagining what is happening back there.

“Eyes on me, beautiful. Hold on tight.”

Her eyes snap to mine as I hike her leg over my shoulder. Then I lick her long and hard. I angle my tongue so that I can stick it inside her as far as I can before I lick and nip my way up to her clit. Her pants are coming faster as her hands dig into my hair.

I glance up, finding her eyes on me like I demanded.

I’m so fucking pleased. I’m going to reward her.

Using two fingers, I thrust inside of her while I attack her clit. She is moaning louder. So loud that I know whoever is in here with us can hear her, but they don’t stop. Their moans match hers as if we are in competition.

Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke my own cock as I eat her like she is the last thing I will ever eat.

When she comes, I feel her gush down my chin. I lap at her, stroking myself harder until I come all over the wall.

I continue to hold Cora up as I pant against her. That’s when I hear it. The quiet in the room.

I glance up and find Cora looking at something. When I look over my shoulder, I see a woman being escorted out by two men. As they get closer, I recognize them.

Our hosts tonight.

Aurora Blake with the Aussie and American.

“Keep him on his toes,” Aurora tells Cora, winking at her as they exit the room. Neither guy looks at Cora, which I’m grateful for.

Lowering her leg, I put her panties back into place. Then I stand and press a kiss to her lips. “Are you okay?”

She smirks up at me. “That was thrilling.”

I shake my head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“What a way to go, though.”

Ain’t that the damn truth.