Page 65 of Crash into me
Mine and Kate’s song dances through the speakers, and we’re both a tinge past tipsy so as we sing along, we let loose. Dancing and laughing the night away.
The guys disappear but return with syringes filled with blue and red Jell-O. “Open up.” Foster grins, sliding the sweet substance onto my tongue.
“Oh, that’s so good!” I exclaim.
Tonight, I wanted to be anyone else … to have confidence and fun. But I don’t have to pretend. I can be exactly who I am because my life, my friends, and my boyfriend are already freaking wonderful.
I stumble against Kate as we head back to the VIP room, with Foster and Ryder trailing behind us. We’ve all had way too much to drink, but I don’t feel sluggish or tired. I feel energized and alive.
Brett and Warren are still out, dancing and keeping their eyes peeled on the football game that plays on the TV by the bar. I’ll never miss cheering for those games, and I can’t wait to go back to the studio.
Foster pulls me onto his lap on the couch, sinking his inked arms around me. “I want a tattoo!” I decide, my voice slurring.
Foster agrees with a nod, “Absolutely.”
Giselle walks in, her green eyes on me curiously. It may be because I’m wasted, but I swear she’s looking at me with a flirtatious stare. “Need anything?” she chimes, her accent smooth like music.
Me and Kate look to each other. “Shots!”
Giselle smiles, returning with a tray lined with glasses, a bowl of salt, and a plate of sliced limes. “Lay here,” she tells Kate, gesturing to the black coffee table in front of the couch where Foster and Ryder sit.
Kate, never nervous of anything, lays down on the table. Ryder’s eyes are on her, while Foster’s are on me. “You want to have some fun in Miami?” Giselle asks, pulling up Kate’s shirt.
“Hell yes!” Kate yells. “Body shots!”
She looks to Ryder, but Giselle shakes her head. “Friends come first.” Her manicured nail trails down Kate’s bare stomach. Oh.
This is so out of the norm, but an innocent shot off my best friend’s stomach … What’s the harm? Kate was my first kiss, as best friends usually are, so a body shot is nothing. “Let’s do this!” I grin.
Kate giggles as Giselle pours tequila into the dip of her stomach. Then she dabs a pinch of salt on Kate’s breast and places the lime in her own mouth.
Foster’s eyes are intently on me as I lean down to scoop up the well of tequila, but Giselle gently grabs my face and gestures to the salt. Kate giggles when I lick it off her, and then I move to the liquor.
I look to Giselle for my lime, and when I ready myself for the sour taste, I’m met with a delicious cherry red lip gloss. She dropped the lime on the floor.
She takes a dribble of the tequila in her own mouth, swirling it around with our tongues. This is hot, hot, hot. Kate is leaned forward, watching us. She wants to join in on the fun.
Giselle gently grabs the back of Kate’s head and brings her to us. Then, we’re in my first three-way kiss. If I wanted freedom and adventure, tonight is a bucket list item that I didn’t know I needed to check off. But I’m definitely enjoying it, mostly the way Foster is watching me.
“If they want to watch,” Giselle whispers into my ear before nibbling the lobe. “Let’s give them a show.”
She encourages mine and Kate’s heads towards each other, and we both giggle before playfully kissing.
Our hands are tangled in each other’s hair, and Giselle’s hands are all over us. Chills take over my skin, sending little goosebumps everywhere.
I wonder briefly if this upsets Foster, but he’s looking at me with a fiery passion in his eyes that tells me he’s enjoying this.
Kate’s hands trail along my neck. The soft feeling of a female touch isn’t what I’m used to, but it’s smooth and flirty and oh so fun.
Miami is a world of wonder, and I want to dive in headfirst.
Giselle grabs my hand, leading me to Foster. I straddle him, and she does the same for Kate to Ryder.
She stands in between us. “Want me to join?” she breathes.
But Foster waves her off. “We’re good.” He grins, his hands all over me.
“Enjoy, guys.” Giselle knows her work is done, giving us the momentum to have an extraordinary night. As she walks out of the room, she pulls the thick black curtain behind her, sending us into a barely illuminated space.