His eyes turn vicious. His voice even more so. “And you kept all of this from me?”
“Yes, because it’s not happening. I don’t like the guy. Why are you so worked up over this?”
“You know why. What the fuck do you call this?” He holds up his hand, pointing to the scar I gave him when we were kids. I know the meaning behind our scars symbolizes as much to him as it does to me. “Harper, you’re not just some girl I hang out with. You’re not just a friend. You’re the girl I have been waiting so fucking patiently to kiss and call my girlfriend and then one day marry. You’re—” He groans, grabbing a fistful of his hair and stands from the couch, making to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” My voice is thin, realizing how much I’ve screwed up with Tyler, having misinterpreted for years how strong his feelings are for me. “I’m sorry. You mean everything to me. Please don’t leave.”
Tyler turns back to me, smooths his hair out and takes a calming breath. His chest rises heavily, still heated over our conversation, but he leans down, gently stroking my hair.
A moment ago, there was anger in his eyes. Now, he looks nervous. “Stay here please. I… wrote something for you. I planned to give it to you later but maybe now is the right time. Let me get it.”
“Wait.” I grab Tyler’s hand before he can leave. “You wrote something for me? What is it?”
“I spent a long time trying to get the wording right. It will be best if I read it to you. Stay here, okay? Everything will make sense when I return.” He kisses my forehead then heads out of the room.
I remain in my spot, nervous and fidgeting with my hands, trying to comprehend the argument we just had and how it quickly flipped to Tyler wanting to read something to me. A letter? It’s unlike him. It’s unlikeus. We’ve never written anything to each other.
Five minutes pass and I’m still sitting alone in the movie room, which makes me even more curious since Tyler’s bedroom isn’t far. He told me to wait here for him, but he should have been back within a minute.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I step outside of the movie room, calling his name. There’s no response. The beach house is dead quiet and most of the lights are off. Mom and Dad went to bed two hours ago. Felix is… well, I don’t know what he’s doing.
I call out Tyler’s name again and walk toward his room. When I arrive, he’s not here, but a stream of red light from beyond the window catches my attention.
I peer outside, finding the source. All the lights are turned off, which makes it easy to see the pool house is in use. Whoever is in there has pulled the curtains shut to conceal activity. But red light streams through a crack and I can see movement. Now that I’m paying attention, I also hear music.
Felix must be in the pool house, doing God knows what. Throwing a party? It wouldn’t surprise me in the least, regardless that he knows full well my parents wouldn’tapprove. Tyler must have seen the red light too. Hopefully he’s telling Felix to wrap up whatever he’s doing.
I head out to the pool house to find Tyler. As soon as I step out to the back porch, the music is significantly louder. There are voices. Lots of them. Cheering.
I cross the garden and enter the pool house through a side door that connects to a kitchen. Finding myself alone, I open the door for the main living area, and am met with a crowd of men packed into the room. Their backs are to me. They’re all watching something, cheering every few moments. Whatever it is, I can’t see. I’m too short and the lights in here are turned off, replaced with a red neon glow.
I tap a guy on the shoulder and have to shout to be heard. “What are you all looking at?”
The guy glances over his shoulder at me, appearing no older than twenty. He looks me up and down with the most depraved expression that triggers alarm bells in my head, warning me to run in the opposite direction. “Take a look for yourself.”
Before I can stop him, he places a hand on my lower back and guides me forward. I squirm away from him, but the group of men is tight and I’m thrust forward to the front of the crowd.
I clap a hand to my mouth and scrunch my eyes shut the moment I see what everyone is watching. There’s a threesome taking place between two guys and a girl.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HARPER
I’m not so sheltered that I’ve never heard about threesomes. But I’ve always assumed group sex was two guys taking a turn at the girl, not penetrating her at the same time.
The sight in front of me is foul. The first guy is lying on the ground, groaning as the girl rides him. He’s grabbing her hips, guiding her up and down. The second guy is behind her, thrusting into her ass.
I want to run and help the girl, because how can she be enjoying this? Have they forced her into it? She’s on display in front of a roomful of guys. The girl looks almost in pain. But just like that day I walked in on Felix in his father’s office, I can’t tear my eyes away.
The longer I watch, the more I realize the girl likes what they’re doing to her. The men aren’t degrading her. They’re worshiping her. I watch, sickly fascinated by the pleasure etched on each of their faces, along with the sounds.
There’s a hunger in her eyes as she rides the man beneath her. He’s sucking her nipples. The girl moans, arching her back, which lets the guy from behind penetrateher deeper. It’s such a private moment that I shouldn’t be a part of. No one, other than the three of them should be a part of it. But at the same time, I don’t want to look away.
My mind is racing. I know Felix has a reputation for hosting outrageous parties, but this... this is something else entirely. I never imagined something like this could happen or that people would want to watch it.
ThatIwould want to watch it.
I’m mesmerized by how all three of them move together, giving each other pleasure. With the red neon light cast upon their silhouettes, there’s something artistic about the sex. The group is working hard, glistening with sweat—the men especially, their muscles straining under the exertion they put forth to please her. The girl is pretty. So innocent looking, clashing with the depraved act she’s participating in.