“I’m not going to the party.”
Ilaria scoffs and shakes her head. “You’re going to the party.”
“I’m not.”
“I won’t hesitate to cut a bitch,” Ilaria says. “You’re coming to the party, we’re going to have a few drinks and dance while watching Chanel and Logan get into an argument over something ridiculous, and then I’m going to find someone to screw in the pool house, and you’re going to let Tanner take you home and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
I press my lips into a hard line, becoming all too aware that I have no choice in the matter. My gaze lifts to Arizona’s across the pool. “And what about you? What filthy activity will you be doing while this bitch is forcing me to have a good night?”
Arizona grins, her gaze darkening as she pushes off the edge of the pool and makes her way toward us. She presses in beside Ilaria, putting arms up on the tiled edge as she bites down on her bottom lip, a flash of nervousness in her eyes. “You really want to know?” she questions, lowering her tone as though it’s some kind of big secret.
I scoot closer on the sun lounger, not wanting to miss a damn thing as Chanel sits up, her eyes narrowing on her best friend. “Oh no,” she says, slowly shaking her head. “What messed-up bullshit are you planning?”
Arizona smirks wider, her eyes squinting with the force of her grin. “So, last night at the races,” she starts. “I sort of promised Jax a birthday present in the form of sexual favors—”
“Annnnnnd?” Ilaria prompts, none of this out of the ordinary by even a little bit.
“Well, when I got home last night, I was thinking that sexual favors aren’t anything special when it comes to Jax. We’ve been fucking on and off for years. When it comes to me and him, he’s seen it all, so I needed something better … something surprising.”
My eyes widen. “What does—” the sound of Tanner’s Mustang pulling into the next-door driveway cuts me off, and a thrill shoots through me, the memory of his cum shot video far too prominent in my mind. I take a second, waiting for him to cut the engine just so I can hear myself think. Riley’s voice sails over the fence from Tanner’s front yard, and I make sure to lower my voice even more, definitely not wanting our conversation overheard by those ears. “What does that even mean? This is Jax we’re talking about. I don’t think anything could surprise him when it comes to sex.”
Ilaria chokes on a laugh. “I mean, you could attach tassels to your tits and jiggle them around.”
Arizona grins wide. “No, I was thinking of something a little more literal.”
My brows furrow as I watch her with suspicion. “How much more literal does it get than surprise titty tassels?”
She shakes her head, the apples of her cheeks pushing up high with her beaming grin. “He’d be expecting something like that. He already knows it’s something sexual, so he’ll be prepared for sexy lingerie or a lap dance. I wanna catch him off guard, right when he least expects it.”
“Dare I ask how you’re going to do that?” Chanel questions.
Arizona’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “I’m going to suck him off right in the middle of his party while his friends are around. And what’s best is no one will have a damn clue. It’ll be our dirty little secret.”
“Oh, God,” Ilaria laughs, pushing back into the pool and treading water. “You’re insane. There’s no way you’ll be able to pull that off without anyone noticing. Do you have any idea how many people are going to be there tonight? Plus, Jax is kinda the birthday boy and a big deal around here. All eyes will be on him.”
“I know,” Arizona grins. “Isn’t it exciting?”
“Holy Shit, Ari,” Chanel laughs, scooping up her cocktail again. “You’re asking for trouble. Are you sure there’s nothing more between you two?”
Arizona’s eyes bug out of her head, looking more appalled than ever before. “Are you insane? Jax Morgan is not the kind of guy a girl wants to fall for. Sucking him off during a party is exciting, but actually falling for him is the real trouble.”
“Oh, hot chicks in bikinis? Don’t mind if I do,” comes a cocky tone from behind us. My head whips around to find Riley hovering in the open bifold doors, looking out over the pool as though he has every right to crash our girls’ day. He strides out to the entertaining area and scoops my cocktail right out of my hand before lifting the whole thing to his lips, bypassing the fancy straw.
After chugging nearly the whole drink in one go, Riley pulls the glass away and licks his lips. “Mmmm, passionfruit?” he questions before going in for the rest.