Kyle stood. “Shit.”
“A noise complaint?” Bishop asked. “What in the hell are those girls doing?”
Kyle and Hunter exchanged a strange look and then glanced at me. “Apparently, they’re having a dance party,” Hunter answered.
“That sounds harmless,” Aiden said, standing as well.
“Dance party?” Hudson repeated.
Kyle groaned. “Come on, boys, let’s go see what the women are up to.”
We all piled into two vehicles: me, Hunter, and Aiden in one, and Hudson and Kyle in another. Hudson and Greer lived on the outskirts of town, but not far from Aiden’s place, so it didn’t take us long to get there.
As we drove down the driveway, Hunter unrolled the window. “Is that their music?”
Aiden lost it laughing. “They’re jamming!”
Kyle pulled up and parked next to Hunter. The five of us stood there and stared up at the house as Roger, the responding officer, walked up to us. He clearly couldn’t hide the fact that he was trying not to laugh.
“You guys might want to prepare yourselves for what you’re about to see.”
We all looked at him as Hudson asked, “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say I walked in, then turned around and walked right back out to page Kyle and Hunter. Since it’s your sisters in there, I thought it’d be best to let you intervene.”
“Oh God,” Kyle and Hunter both said in unison as they started up the steps.
Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack” started just when we walked in and saw all the girls in the formal dining room…dancing.
“Oh, mother of God,” Aiden muttered. “Willa! What in the hell are you doing on the table?”
Of course, Willa couldn’t hear Aiden because the music was so damn loud.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Hunter yelled into my ear.
All I could do was nod. My eyes had immediately landed on Abby. She was in the middle of the table dressed like a fucking goddess in a gold bra and a skirt that left nothing to the imagination.
“Is Arabella really dancing like that with Brighton?” Hunter asked.
“I don’t know. I can’t stop looking at Abby!” I shouted.
“What in the hell?” Hunter elbowed me, and I tore my gaze from Abby to see Arabella and Brighton dancing together—with Arabella bent over while Brighton pretended to spank her.
“Willa, get the fuck down before you hurt yourself and the baby!” Aiden yelled, causing me to glance at the others. Willa was on the table on the other side of Abby, dressed in a half jersey that had the number 69 on it. She wore tiny white shorts that barely covered anything, and she was moving her body in a way I wasn’t sure a pregnant woman should be able to.
“What in the hell is my sister doing?” Kyle yelled as Hudson let out a roar of laughter.
“I think she’s holding a copy of Pride and Prejudice and singing to Mr. Darcy!” Hudson called out, making his way deeper into the dining room.
Off to the side, Candace was pouring shots of tequila. None of them had seen us yet. Next, Candace picked up a bottle of apple juice and poured it into a shot glass, most likely for Willa. When she turned around, she saw all of us standing there.
Her smile instantly faded, and I was pretty sure she said, “Oh fuck.”
She walked over and hit something on the speaker and the music stopped. The other four women protested—until they saw Aiden helping Willa off the table.
I swung my eyes back to Abby, who apparently hadn’t cared about the interruption since she now held up a beer ready to pour it into Arabella’s mouth.
“Again, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Hunter asked.
I let my gaze move over Abby’s perfectly fit body. My cock instantly got hard. “Unless we’re both having the same fucking fantasy,” I whispered since the music was off.
Hunter cleared his throat. “Is…is…is Arabella wearing…does she have on…”
Kyle clapped Hunter on the back. “Yeah, dude. She’s an innocent school girl, I think. She looks hot as hell.”
Hunter and I both turned to glare at Kyle.
“And fuck me if Brighton and Abby aren’t—”
“Say another word and I’ll break your legs, Kyle,” I said.
He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Right. Sorry.”
With an apologetic glance at me and Hunter, Kyle turned back to the girls. “What in the hell are you doing?” he yelled. “Do you have any idea what would have happened if another officer showed up here? The whole valley would know what you’re doing. Um, drinking and dressed up like…”
“Oh, choose those next words very carefully,” Candace warned Kyle.
He turned and glared at her. “You.”
Candace shook her head and pointed over to Brighton, shooting Kyle a smirk. “I believe she’s the one you’re going to want to question, Officer.”
Brighton pressed her mouth into a tight line to keep from laughing. Arabella and Abby both fell into a fit of giggles as Greer finally saw Hudson.