Page 67 of Whiskey Sour
Prom is off to a great start too. Cassius and I have been helping Sadie get everything set up. When she couldn’t find a location, I managed to convince Davis to close the club down one night so we could throw it there. Although he wasn’t as quick to agree as he was to whip out his checkbook, he caved, especially when Max came in a few seconds later with a rhubarb pie.
All in all, it’s been an eventful few weeks. The list is growing, my sexual appetite is thoroughly quenched, and the prom is coming together. Life has never been this good—this wonderful—and I’ve been walking on Cloud Nine, just basking in it.
Cassius shifts, and I whine, reaching back to try to keep him inside me as he pulls away. “No, not yet.”
He chuckles against the back of my neck, resting his lips there for a brief second before shaking his head. “We have to go. We’ve been in here too long.”
“You care about that?” I wrinkle my nose. “There are like seven bathrooms in this place.”
“Don’t you want to support your friends?” he throws back with a cocked eyebrow.
Ugh, why does he always have to be so reasonable?
“Fine,” I relent, stretching once he pulls out, and wincing as cum trickles down my thigh. I bat my lashes at him pleadingly. “Can you clean me up before it gets on my pants?”
He nods. “Of course, sunshine.”
“Do you think anyone heard us?” I ask as he cleans me up and starts righting himself. “I was kind of loud.”
He shrugs as he finishes buttoning his pants. “Meh, I’m sure it’s fine.”
Once we’re ready, he takes my hand and opens the door. We run into a thick wall of man hunk, and I stagger back as I blink up at Max. He’s standing there, jaw hanging slack, with wide, questioning eyes.
“Um, hi,” I say sheepishly, sneaking a glance at Cassius as I rock on my heels. “I’m guessing you?—”
“Heard that entire thing?” He nods rapidly. “I wasn’t being a creep or anything. I’m just bi-curious.”
Cassius snorts as he places a protective arm over my shoulder. “Good to know.”
“So…” I’m not really too sure how to respond to that. With Max, I don’t know half the time. “Come to any realizations?”
Max shakes his head, but all three of us can’t ignore the boner he’s sporting under his dress pants. When he sees that we’ve taken notice, he throws his hands over his crotch and muscles past us. “Got to shit!”
The bathroom door slams shut behind us, and I try my hardest to keep it in, but I burst into laughter. When we hear a loud almost satisfied groan coming from the background, I look up at Cassius and laugh even harder. “A shit?”
“Must have been a good one.” He shakes his head fondly and squeezes my shoulder. “Alright, come on. Let’s see if we missed anything.”
He leads us through the wide hallway, and I wonder how Max even found the bathroom we were in. The Hill’s mansionis gigantic, and there were at least four bathrooms we passed in our quest for privacy. It’s like a maze trying to make our way back to the backyard. Once we do, I’m already fanning myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in Miami, but does it always have to be this fuckinghot.
Granted, we all couldn’t ask for another night off, so Elton and Knox had to settle for throwing their wedding anniversary party during the day. Since they did, everyone from the club is here, along with some family friends who lookveryritzy. Elton told us the dress code was casual, but there was no way in Hell any of us were listening to him when we found out it was going to be at his parents’ house.
Cassius looks extremely dapper in his slacks and dark grey button-up shirt, such a contrast to his usual ripped jeans and baggy band shirts. The only one who actually listened to Elton was Max, who probably has his army green cargo shorts around his ankles right now.
“Where were you two?” Rhys asks us as we settle next to them by a garden table. With the way he’s eyeing us, hetotallyknows what we’ve been up to and is just being an ass.
Everest must know that too, because he rolls his eyes and lightly punches his shoulder. “Be nice.”
“Did we miss anything?” Cassius asks, ignoring Rhys’s comment.
Everest shakes his head. “Nope. Everyone’s mingling so far. Elton wanted him and Knox to make a grand entrance, so we’ve just been waiting.”
I chuckle, because that sounds just like Elton. I take a second to people-watch and turn back to Everest with a question. “So, does Elton actually know all these old people?”
When Cassius snorts, I pout. “What?”
“No, he doesn’t.” Rhys smiles and shrugs. “The Hills are cool as fuck, but they’re still rich as fuck. Some people you invite because youhaveto. Not because you want to.”
“Speaking of that…” Everest mutters, eyes shadowing with reservation as he looks at something behind my shoulder. “Archibald.”
