“King’s family owns a cabin in the woods just on the outskirts of town,” Cruz explains as he climbs in behind me. “We didn’t want to risk having everyone come out here.”
“Risk?” I question, meeting his stare. “Why would a party here be a risk? What could possibly happen? Someone forgets it’s a costume party and not a real BDSM lounge and ends up fucking on the dining table?”
Cruz averts his eyes and laughs at my comment. “First off, if anyone is fucking on the dining table, it’s us,” he laughs. “I just meant that we don’t usually like letting people into our homes. Most of the time they’ve heard whispers about Dynasty and are just there to dig into our business or are trying to get fucked.”
I scoff. I briefly touched on the exclusivity chat with Cruz or King, but I can guarantee only one hoe is getting fucked tonight, and bitch, it’s me. Though I guess Carver and Grayson are fair game.
King finally gets in and Carver hits the accelerator with a fierceness that sends me slamming back into my seat, and I watch as a proud smirk cuts across his stupidly handsome face. “Asshole.”
My comment only seems to make him smile wider and I curse myself for letting him win. I just don't get it. How can our relationship be so fucked up? He’s my saving grace, but also the thorn in my side. I hate him, but for some reason can’t survive without him. Screw him—no, screw me. I should be stronger than that, but a part of me doesn’t want to be.
For a nice change, I sit in silence and watch out the front windshield as Carver drives through the town, and it’s only a short fifteen-minute drive until we’re turning down a long dirt road. Carver turns on his high-beam headlights and we drive for a good ten minutes, deep into the woods until we pull up at a large, luxury cabin that has students from school spilling out of it.
I stare for a moment, unable to believe the sight. It’s stunning here, the perfect secluded area to commit every crime under the sun. I love it. The fact the everyone is getting around looking like sex slaves is just an added bonus.
“Time to partaaaayyyyyy,” Cruz cheers, swinging his door wide and jumping out before turning and offering me his hand. I take it willingly and jump out behind him, letting him drag me away, knowing that without a doubt, tonight is going to be a great night. Despite not wanting to make a big deal about my birthday with a bunch of strangers, I’ve been needing a night to let go and unwind after the shitty few weeks I’ve had in this place.
As Cruz drags me away, I look back over my shoulder and find the three others staring at me as I go but it’s King who really catches my eyes, with his panty-melting wink that promises if I’m a good girl, he might just treat me like a bad one tonight. And damn it, I’ll hold him accountable for that.
Cruz leads me inside the cabin and quickly shows me around, but the second we find the guy the boys hired to work the bar, the remainder of the tour is forgotten and replaced by a competition of who can down the most shots in the space of ten seconds. Spoiler alert; I kicked his ass.
He tells the guy that I’m the birthday girl and to give me whatever the fuck I want all night. We finish with a fruity cocktail that Cruz pretends to like for my sake before dragging me onto the dancefloor. I find Ember already there in a black leather bikini, a thin chain harness draped over her, and her boyfriend’s tongue halfway down her throat.
Cruz keeps going to say hey to a few friends, and with my buzz well and truly hitting me, I barge Ember’s boyfriend out of the way so I can party with my girl. She goes to nail me for touching what’s hers when she realizes that it’s just me, and a second later, her mouth drops as her gaze sweeps down my body. “What the ever-loving fuck? Holy shit! Have you seen yourself? Fuck me. That’s it,” she says, glancing at her boyfriend. “We’re done. I’m into pussy now.”
Jacob rolls his eyes and moves in behind her, curling his arm around her waist and grinding into her ass, and I swear, I know I haven't known her for very long, but I’ve never seen her happier. He leans into her and murmurs something into her ear that has her cheeks flushing bright red, but with the music pumping so loud, I can’t even begin to hear what he’s saying.
Jacob glances up at me with a curious stare in his eye, but before I have a chance to ask him what’s up, Cruz curls his arms around my waist and grinds into me. My head instantly tips back and his lips crush down on mine before I remember where the fuck we are.