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He places a kiss just below my ear, barely nipping the skin. “Is this another torture plan?”

I laugh and shake my head.

Nate’s hand slips down to my ass, and he growls, “You’re fucking killing me, BB.”

I turn my head to whisper seductively in his ear, “It’s not torture if I plan on taking care of you later, birthday boy.”

Without hesitation, he takes my hand in his and starts dragging me to the stairs.

“But it’s your birthday party,” I say, but by the way my center clenches, I know I’m not that worried about the party.

“We’ll come back.” He gives me a sexy grin and presses his lips into mine. His tongue promises what’s to come, and there’s no doubt my panties are beyond wet at this point.

He pulls back to look at me. “I want to bend you over my bed, with my name on your back, my handprint on your ass, and mycock deep inside you. But first…” He bites my lip and whispers into my mouth, “I want to eat my birthday dessert.”

“Please,” I moan, and it's my turn to take his hand, pulling him up the rest of the steps.

But yelling at the end of the hall halts our movement, and we both look at each other, confused.

“Fuck both of you.” It’s then that I register the hysterical female voice is Tori’s.

“Maybe if you didn’t want to fuck your stepsister so bad, you’d have actually paid me attention and this whole thing would have never happened.”

I look at Nate, wide-eyed and unsure of what to do. Nate’s room is directly across from Cash’s, but that’s when I notice Bellamy standing there against the wall. For a second, a twinge of worry runs through me until I hear her voice.

“Fuck off, Tori. Don’t blame me for this.”

“You are such a cunt, Bellamy,” she sneers, and Bellamy steps in her face.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen shit yet, but I suggest you leave before you find out what a realcuntI can be. I’d hate to really hurt your little feelings.”

I’d be scared shitless if I was Tori.

Tori storms away, bumping into my shoulder as she moves past us, and that’s when Cash and Bellamy notice the two of us standing there.

Cash’s head thuds back against the wall. “Fuck, dude. Please don’t let this shit mess up your birthday party.” Cash pointstoward the stairs Tori just descended. “Hopefully, she just leaves.”

I notice Bellamy’s hands are shaking, and there’s no way I’m not checking on my friend right now.

“Give us a few. Go have a drink with the boys, and I’ll see you back downstairs.” I wink at Nate. We have all night to fuck each other's brains out, but my best friend needs me.

Cash looks at Bellamy, and I can tell he doesn’t want to leave her. She must feel it because she speaks up. “Go take a shot with the birthday boy, and we’ll talk more later. I’ll be down in a few.”

He stares at her for what feels like minutes, but he relents and follows Nate downstairs.

Bellamy immediately goes into Cash’s ensuite bathroom, and I follow her. She splashes water on her face, holding on to the side of the sink as she takes deep breath after deep breath. I know she has panic attacks at times, but I’ve never actually witnessed one.

“You okay?” I ask quietly, rubbing her back.

She nods. “I will be.” Further smearing her mascara, she splashes water on her face.

“Do you need to sit?” I put the lid of the toilet down in case she decides to.

“I’m okay. I’m not having an attack. It was close, but I’m okay,” she nods repeatedly, like she’s reassuring herself as well.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she turns around to face me, leaning against the counter.

“It’s easy to blame Tori in all of this, but…” She hesitates.

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