“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.”
