She wore goddamn plaited pigtails and a black string bikini top with those denim shorts that invaded my wet dreams riding high up her thighs. Around one eye, glitter in the shape of a half-moon made her face sparkle as she looked at me from across the room of the club we were in later that night, silently inviting me closer while everyone around us remained clueless.
Those pigtails, though.
I imagined slowly unravelling them and running my fingers through her plait-induced curls before grabbing her hair and pulling it all back to?—
“It’s almost here!” Bailey bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, one arm wrapped around Andy as the two of them looked up at the balloons encased in nets attached to the ceiling.
“The balloons won’t be released until after the foam, babe,” Andy told her, shouting over the remix of Rudimental’s “Waiting All Night” that blasted out around the place, letting everyone know the foam was about to fall down on everyone.
A nineties fucking foam party.
Of all the things I never thought I’d take part in, this had to be high up on the list. No prizes for guessing who’d convinced me to join in the fun. One look at Phoebe standing outside her apartment in her party outfit, bouncing on the soles of her white trainers, and I’d been a goner for the night ahead. Wherever she went, I was sure to follow. I couldn’t risk a repeat episode of the night before and some handsy motherfucker getting his hands on her.
Especially not wearing those clothes.
The only person holding any part of Phoebe from now on would be me.
I didn’t share.
“Get ready, guys,” Andy said, making everyone look up at the foam jets on the stage being aimed our way as the beat of the song kicked in.
My attention remained on Phoebe bouncing around on the dance floor in front of me, her eyes trailing up and down my body as she licked her lips, with Rhea dancing beside her, oblivious.
“Five… four… three… two…” the DJ counted down, and all at once, the crowd turned into chaos as gallons of white foam poured out onto the dance floor, over the heads of everyone there. Screams erupted around us, mixed with laughter that shook the floor beneath our feet.
Bailey and Andy turned to one another, her arms going around his neck as they lost themselves under the foam in a kiss. I watched Jace make a quick beeline for Rhea, too. He grabbed her waist from behind and spun her round. She turned to face him, already soaked in foam, her hands on his shoulders as the two of them bounced together, lost in the euphoria of it all.
My gaze drifted to Phoebe.
Beautiful, glorious Phoebe.
Her eyes were closed as she ran her hands up over her foam-covered body, losing herself to the sensation, dancing on her toes as her arms flew up into the air as the beat to the track kicked in faster.
The foam poured down onto the dance floor even harder, turning the neon lights into a blanket of white. She stood only a few feet away from me, and once I knew the others were fully occupied, I made my way to her, keeping my eyes on our surroundings, knowing I was risking everything by being so bold. I just didn’t have the strength to stay away from her when she looked like a foam-coated candy-cane standing there, ready for me to suck her clean.
The foam fell and fell, rising high on the dance floor, creating barriers to those around us until no one, not even our friends, could see more than a foot in front of them. That’s when I moved in, circling my arm around Phoebe’s waist from behind her, pulling her back against my chest and sinking us both farther into the foam, away from prying eyes.
“Henry,” she gasped, followed by a giggle.
“Trust me,” I rasped before I dropped my mouth to that pulse point in her neck, and I kissed the shit out of her while my hands roamed over her barely-there bikini top and her stomach, sliding the foam all over her skin, making her wet and sticky, just the way I liked her. “You look so fucking good out here,” I said against her ear. “Do you know how badly I want to take you in front of everyone?”
“I wish you could.” Phoebe leaned into my touch, arching her back as my palm slid over her breast, rubbing her hard nipple over the material of her bikini. “All my wishes belong to you tonight.”
“What else belongs to me?” I ground my hard cock into her back, making her feel what she did to me.”
“Everything I have.”
“Say more things like that.”
“I will. When you find a way to kiss me.”
I glanced up as I kept walking us backwards, away from our friends as the foam continued to fall, building wispy walls and penetrable cloaks around us that allowed us to explore our little secret without anyone realising.
Once I knew we were clear of being discovered, I spun Phoebe around in my arms, cupped her face, and I brought her in for a kiss so desperate and needy, I didn’t care if this was how I died. Here, surrounded by foam, giving all my oxygen to her. Giving all I had to her because this was the freest I’d felt in almost a decade, even when I wasn’t really free at all.
She held onto my wrists, rising up on the balls of her feet, desperate to get closer. “Henry,” she moaned against my mouth, pleading.
“Tell me what you want,” I moaned back. “You want me to take you right here?”
