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“I do,” he said with a smile as he stepped back, holding my gaze again. “Please keep in touch.”

“I will.”

I probably wouldn’t. I sucked at that when I was off the rails.

He walked off to wherever he’d parked his Mustang, and I spent the rest of my time alone, looking over my shoulder in case they were still watching me.

Tempest

I felt better after getting new nails, and I took advantage of Ryder’s good mood and held his hand as we walked through the mall. He wasn’t usually keen on the cute displays of affection, but he tolerated it for once.

A few girls stopped him to talk, and he didn’t swat me away like he would’ve before, letting me show some kind of ownership. Sort of. He still flirted up a storm, but that didn’t bother me, especially when Mason appeared out of nowhere and slid an arm around my waist to kiss my cheek.

“Hey, babe.”

Ryder glanced at us but continued his conversation, and I let go of his hand to face Mason.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. Channing and Wolfe are here somewhere too,” he grinned, threading his fingers through my hair to tug my head back gently for a quick kiss. “Why are you hiding from me? I’ve been texting you.”

“We’ve been on a bender, in case Channing didn’t tell you,” I laughed, peering over my shoulder. “Hey, Ry? Can the guys come back to the hotel for a bit?”

“If they have to,” he sighed, not looking at us.

“Chan and Wolfe can bring supplies,” Mason offered dryly, catching his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Sure. Tell your pretty friends to come too,” Mason smirked, winking at one of the girls who giggled.

If an orgy party was on the cards, I was all for that. It wouldn’t have been the first time a whole bunch of us got naked and fucked. I wasn’t a fan of dating girls, but they were fun in the bedroom when we were high and just trying to come a lot.

“Do you like my nails?” I asked Mason, wiggling my fingers at him.

“They’ll look good running down my back later,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to film some new content for me tonight.”

“Practice for my porn career?” I joked, making him shrug.

“I have zero problem with you using me for that. If you make money off videos with my dick, you’d better pay me for it though.”

I laughed, swatting at him. “I won’t use our videos. They’re just for you.”

“And the internet when you keep leaking them. I know it’s you, you attention whore,” he deadpanned, motioning to Ryder. “Just film content with the rich prick. He doesn’t need the money, and I bet you’d make bank doing full-action content.”

“Possibly. I’ll have to ask him.”

The girls ended up wandering off, claiming they’d come to the hotel soon, leaving the three of us alone to search for Channing and Wolfe.

Ryder was apparently done with me touching him, but Mason happily took my hand as we walked.

“Channing said Ry carved his name into your pussy,” Mason said randomly, and Ryder smirked at him from the other side of me.

“Jealous?”

“Not particularly. I don’t need my name on her,” he answered.

“I feel like a hooker with my pimp’s name on me,” I said dryly, and Ryder laughed.




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