Page 24 of Drowning
"So, is it true, Princess?" he asks, stepping into my room and walking closer, never taking his eyes off of mine.
"Is what true?" I swallow hard, forcing my feet to move so I can meet him halfway.
"Is it true that Eli walked in on you, Stone, and fucking Ace making out?" he chuckles, reaching out to clasp his heavily tattooed hand around my hip.
"What do you think?" I raise my brow, trying to challenge him and show him that I'm not afraid. But I am. And he knows it too.
"You're a bad little girl, aren't you?" He brushes his nose along the crook of my neck, sending a shiver up and down my spine.
Leaning in to the comfort of his touch and the familiar smell that puts me at ease, I sigh, feeling a little weight lifting off my shoulders as I let my guard down. "You know I'm a bad girl, Seven," I whisper, running my hand over the bulge in his jeans, feeling it grow beneath my touch. "But what are you going to do about it?"
"Just fucking wait, Princess. Just. Fucking. Wait," he growls, slipping his hand into mine and giving it a slight tug, dragging me out of my room.
"Where are we going?"
"Down to join the party. I'll show you what I do to bad girls later, trust me." He smirks, making my pussy wet and my knees weak, almost forgetting about the shit with Eli.
...until we hit the bottom steps and walk right into him as we go to enter the living room.
I freeze at the sight of Eli, Stone, Kane, and Ace sitting on the couch, their eyes turning to us as we make our entrance. Seven doesn't even flinch, his confident smile never leaving his face as he tugs me closer to him. I bite my lip nervously, feeling the tension in the room skyrocket as Eli's gaze shifts from Seven to me.
"Where have you two been?" Eli asks, his voice tight and controlled as he angrily eyes us up and down, his eyes stuck on our intertwined hands
"We were just up in Emerson's room, having a little chat," Seven replies smoothly, his hand tightening around mine. "Is there a problem with that?"
Eli's jaw clenches, but before he can respond, Kane cuts in, his eyes flickering with a mix of concern, desire, and amusement.
"Let's not start a fight, Eli," he says, his voice calming. "We're all here to have a good time, remember? We're all here to support Emerson, not make shit worse."
I glance at Ace, who is sitting quietly, observing the situation with a neutral expression. Suddenly, I realize that this might be my chance to distract Eli from what happened earlier. I take a step forward, mustering up all the courage I have left.
"Hey, Eli," I say, forcing a smile. "Why don't we all just relax and enjoy the party? Maybe have a few drinks? We can talk later."
Eli's gaze softens as he looks at me, and for a moment, I see the pain and worry in his eyes. He nods slowly, as if coming to a decision, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he lets a sigh slip from his throat.
"You're my fucking baby sister. But you're right, Em," he says, his voice gentler now. "Let's just have a good time."
As the music bellows and the tension in the room eases, I feel a wave of relief wash over me, mostly because my meds are kicking in. Maybe I can navigate through this mess after all. I glance at Seven, who gives me a sly wink, and I can't help but smile back. Despite the chaos and the unresolved issues lingering in the air, I'm starting to feel like we can make it through the night unscathed.
After a few drinks and a few games of beer pong in the game room, the seven of us head for the beach. Tension and stress, nowhere to be found. While Eli and Nova hold hands and skip ahead of us into the darkness, Ace and Stone flirt their way behind them, grabbing each other's asses as if they think we can't see them as we follow behind them; it's cute, really.
Sandwiched between Kane and Seven, I walk with my bare feet sinking into the warm sand, the comforting ocean breeze blowing fiercely, guiding our way to the water. Kane reaches behind me, his large hand cupping my ass and squeezing firmly, ripping a squeal from me as my body jumps from the sudden touch. Seven grins, mischief flashing in his drunken eyes, while his pierced tongue darts out from his mouth to lick his full lips, as if he's fucking hungry or something—hungry for me.
As another gust of wind blows, my thin wrap that's around my waist blows, showing off my ass that's squeezed into the bathing suit bottoms I put on. When the four disappear into the darkness ahead, Kane stops me, putting his arm in front of my chest, then pushing me against Seven. His hands hold my hips, pulling my ass against his cock, fitting perfectly in his groin. Kane steps in front of me, his hand grabbing my throat like a necklace, while his other slips down the front of my bathing suit, finding my clit right away.
"Already fucking wet," he growls, rubbing until my body twitches against Seven's.
Kane leans in and captures my lips, slipping his thick tongue into my mouth and taking charge right away. Leaning back against Seven for support, I reach up and grasp Kane's biceps, holding on tightly as our tongues tangle in a heated battle of desire that we're both trying to win. Warm lips brush against the nape of my neck, skating across my skin with sensual kisses that have me moaning into Kane's mouth as he sinks his teeth into my tongue.
I reach back for Seven and pull him closer, feeling the heat of both men against my body. As the waves crash against the shore, I let the intoxicating sensation of desire wash over me, surrendering to the fiery passion that ignites between the three of us.
As we stand there on the edge of the ocean, our bodies entwined in a sensual dance, I realize that this is where I want to be—between the two men who set my soul on fucking fire.
Kane's fingers slide down my pussy lips, spreading them open. And as he eases his fingers inside me, pushing them as deep as they'll go, I find myself falling into the darkness with them, all worries and cares pushed aside because the pleasure ripping through me trumps everything. He pumps his thick fingers in and out of my pussy, arousal dripping down the inside of my tender thighs. I shiver uncontrollably, wanting more than his fingers inside me. And I think he knows it too.
"Here's what's going to happen, Little One," he murmurs against my swollen lips, slowly pulling his hand out of my bathing suit, leaving me feeling empty and craving his touch more than ever before. "We're going to go down to the beach and sneak off where we can be alone." He grins, sucking his soaked fingers into his mouth and licking off my arousal, making my body shudder from the gesture as Seven lets me go.
"I like the sound of that," I admit, as the three of us continue to walk, me being held up by the both of them in fear that my knees will buckle from underneath me and send me crashing to the sand.