Page 26 of Hot Summer's Prey

“Calm down, Teresa, or you’re gonna end up losing another pair of shoes in a sex cave.”

“I just want to make him super jealous,” I admit.

“By drinking the bar?”

“No, I’m gonna—come on, let’s dance,” I say, pulling Taara up with me.

If she’s here to be my wings, I’m gonna use her. Thankfully, Taara actually likes to dance, unlike half of our friends. It makes getting into a sexy groove with her way easier, even if she isn’t the best dancer. Honestly, what makes her a great partner is that she has fun, and that’s all you can ask for. People around us start cheering us on. Some guy comes up to me, and another woman comes up to Taara, so we start dancing with our new partners.

The plan is working.

We introduce ourselves, and new guy compliments me on my moves.

“I love a thicc girl who knows how to move,” he says, planting his hands on my hips as he pulls me closer.

“Yeah?” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him.

Some guys are just so easy and extra cheesy. But he’s not the target. No. If Pacari is watching, I need to make sure. And I need him to see what he’s missing. I run my hands through the guy’s hair and dance us in a circle until I can spot Pacari. He’s dancing with some guy who looks absolutely head over heels. My heart twinges a little—maybe that’s his actual boyfriend? Maybe he was just messing around with me and got worried? Maybe he’s actually gay, and I was his test subject.

But as I watch them dance together, it becomes apparent that they just met. Only that this guy is as in deep as I feel. In just a day. And for his new victim, probably just a few minutes. Shit, and it makes it worse that apparently Pacari is bisexual—I can’t help but find people extra attractive when they’re queer. It isn’t fair. It’s inhuman for anyone to have this kind of effect on me or anyone—everyone, to be more precise. I try to bury my feelings, to admit that he’s just a player.

But no. I still want the upper hand. I’m petty like that. Vengeance calls to me. I refuse to be the only one pining here. And when he’s good and pining, I’ll get a good fuck out of him and leave him high and dry.

I wink at my new enemy, and pull my dance partner in close, our mouths nearly touching.

“Oh fuck,” the guy says. “You’re so hot.”

“I know,” I say pertly. “Wanna show everyone how hot I am?”

The guy gets the message, slides his arms around my waist and grabs my ass.

“This okay?” he asks.

Mm, just like a guy to try first and ask questions later. Instead of answering, I pull his head towards mine and give him a big, decadent kiss. He groans into my mouth—which is kind of cute, I have to admit. I also feel bad for using him like this. He’s probably a decent guy.

Oof, I don’t even know his name.

“What’s your name, stud?” I ask.

I wince. Sometimes I wonder if I watch too much porn. Who talks like that?

“Michael,” he breathes, pulling me in for another kiss. “You?”

“Teresa,” I say, pulling away from his mouth to kiss down his neck. I drag my arms down his chest towards his belt.

Behind Michael, I see Taara staring at me wide-eyed. Excuse me? she mouths.

Vengeance, I say back. She looks at me, confused. Not the best lip reader. Don’t worry, I try instead.

She rolls her eyes. As I kiss down Michael’s neck, I see Pacari. He looks somewhat shocked, though his new victim has no clue. Pacari looks down at the guy, somewhat sadly, and pulls him close. Michael kisses my neck as I watch the hottest man I’ve ever seen make out with a guy from five feet away. The moan I let out is not from the guy on my neck. Shit, now I’m fetishizing two dudes kissing.

Except… Except Pacari doesn’t ever break eye contact with me the whole time he’s kissing his dance partner. Not when he starts kissing down his neck, nor when he grinds into him hard.

He’s winning.

Crap.

And it’s so fucking hot.

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