“Wanna join the fun?” Hunter uncaps it and drinks straight from the bottle.
We drop on the couch, passing the bottle around to one another.
“We could have died today,” says Abi.
“To family,” says Hunter.
“To friendship,” says Mia.
“To new beginnings,” says Blake, not looking at us.
“To teamwork,” says Bailey, at which Hunter rolls his eyes.
“To second chances,” says Dane.
“To life,” says Kaden.
“To ending the corrupt legacy. To us.” I end the toast and put the empty bottle on the table.
Laughter erupts, followed by music. We all move in sync with the rhythm. Sweat rolls down my neck in this light atmosphere, a moment I wish I could bottle up and preserve.
I grind my ass into Kaden’s erection, and he bites my earlobe.
“Tell them goodnight,” he whispers.
A delicious shiver runs down my spine, awakening me from my stupor and throwing me into another.
I wave goodbye to everybody. They roll their eyes at us.
After stripping me down and pushing me onto the bed, he crawls between my legs.
“We should shower.”
“No, just like this. You want to remember, then remember how this feels. We’re alive.”
He pushes inside of me. Traces of ashes, blood, and wetness mingle together on our skin.
“Just like that.”
He yanks at my hair and nips down my neck. His rough touch contradicts the gently thrusting, sliding in and out of me so agonizingly and tantalizingly slow––a delicious torment.
“Don’t tease me, Kaden.”
“How do you want it?”
“You know.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me. Hard. I need it rough.”
And he thrusts back inside of me, leaving me breathless. My toes curl up and my back arches. Everything else disappears as we chase the ultimate pleasure, falling straight into sweet abandon.
When we come down from the high, I lay in his arms. “I should postpone the vacation.” I feel it in my gut.
“Hey, no. You need this.”
He kisses the top of my head, caressing my arm. “And I’ll be here, waiting for you.”