Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

I shake my head, clearing the memory. “Uh... I think I’ll leave mine on too for now.”

Ainsley laughs as if she’s reading my mind. “Let’s head out back and grab some drinks.”

We step out onto a raised deck filled with people from school. I lean over the railing, squinting my eyes to see in the darkness. A large lake sits before us, the outdoor lighting reflecting off its smooth surface.

“This place is the shit.”

Ainsley joins me at the railing, handing me a cup filled with slushy liquid. “Wait until you see it in the morning. I love it here.”

I take a drink from my cup. “Damn, this is good. It tastes like a Jolly Rancher.”

“Redneck margaritas, baby.” Ainsley clinks her cup to mine. “I know it doesn’t taste like it, but there’s a shit ton of tequila in there so be careful.”

“Noted.” I nod. “Have you seen the guys yet?”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. They’re probably down below barbequing or in the hot tub.”

I take another sip from my drink. “You wanna head down there and check it out?”

Ainsley holds her index finger up. “Hold on. Let me top these drinks off then we can go.”

She pulls the lanyard holding the house key off her neck and unlocks the door. I follow her inside to the open kitchen and wait as she grabs a pitcher out of the refrigerator and refills our drinks.

“Thanks,” I say as I take the cup from her.

She jerks her head to the fridge. “Make sure you only drink from there. We’re keeping the doors locked but if you want another, just let me know and I’ll take care of you.”

“Got it.”

Ainsley grins widely. “Now, let’s get back out there and enjoy this party!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

JAZZ

Man, you don’t get fresh air like this in the city. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, breathing in the earthy pines. Ainsley’s snuggling by the fire with Reed and Bentley is in the hot tub with a few other people I don’t know. I didn’t feel like joining Bent or being the third wheel, so I’ve been walking along the water, waiting for Kingston to get here. It’s almost one in the morning, and the bastard still hasn’t shown. I’d be worried at this point if Bentley hadn’t already told me Kingston texted, saying he would be here shortly.

Drunken giggles draw my attention to a couple up ahead. They’re walking down the small dock—stumbling, really—before reaching the boathouse and stepping inside. I look behind me and still no sign of Kingston, so I follow them. There’s no way in hell I’m going inside, but I am curious enough to peek through the windows that are only covered by sheer panels.

“Holy shit.”

The interior of the boathouse is made up of one big room with minimal furnishings, so there’s not much blocking my view. The space is filled with two dozen or so naked bodies engaging in one sexual act or another. Moaning and groaning assaults my ears, interspersed with the occasional, “Oh, God!”

It seems no type of coupling is off-limits. I even spot one male-male-female-female train that’s impressively well-coordinated. Jesus, this is insane. It’s also virtually impossible for me to look away. I’m absolutely stunned, but also... excited. I can feel my nipples hardening and the sudden wetness in my panties. My blood thrums, and my pulse spikes as my eyes bounce from one live-action porn to another.

“You wanna go inside?”

I swear I jump a foot off the ground. “Jesusmotherofshit!” I smack Bentley’s chest. “You scared the crap out of me!”

His eyes twinkle. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter, I find out you’re a dirty little voyeur.”

“I am not a dirty little voyeur!” I whisper-shout.

He leans into the window and takes a peek. “No? A regular voyeur then?”

I roll my eyes. “Oh my God, will you just shut up?”

Bentley smiles. “You know, Jazzy Jazz, if you wanted a closer look, I’d be more than happy to accompany you. Kingston would kick my ass, but it’d totally be worth it.”