Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

Muse chuckled. “Ah. Questions of the innocents. I love it.”

It was the only “answer” he gave, and I let the subject drop as Bishop, Kace, and Misael herded me toward the door. Bish took my hand, leading us out of the VIP area and into the main section of the club.

My mind swam with dozens of different thoughts as we began to work our way through the press of bodies filling the dark, neon-lit club. I was a little worried about turning down Muse’s offered hospitality, but I didn’t think I needed another drink right now. The first one I’d had was already working its way through my system, making it hard to focus.

Without even realizing I was doing it, I began to sway to the beat of the music as we moved through the club. The heavy, blaring dance music was distracting—the good kind of distraction. The kind that eased worries and melted away tension, the kind that let you just… exist a little in the moment, which was something I hadn’t done, let alone done well, in a long time. I hummed to the music, trying to find the beat to a song that I hadn’t heard before.

We were about halfway across the dance floor when a sudden awareness prickled over my skin. My hand was linked with Kace’s, and my eyes had drifted half closed as the music overtook me, but now I blinked, glancing up.

All three boys had stopped in their tracks and were watching me, their expressions heated, their gazes hungry.

I flushed a little, embarrassed to have been caught slipping into my own world, dragged into an almost trance-like state by the music. I stopped dancing, but before I could nudge Kace to start walking again, Misael’s hands found my hips, his body pressing close to mine.

“What do ya know?” He grinned. “The Princess has some pretty damn hot moves.”

Our bodies began to move together, called by the music, just like they had the first time he’d danced with me in the warehouse where the Lost Boys hung out. Only this time, there wasn’t an ounce of restraint in my movements, no hint of shame or fear. I let my instincts take over completely, grinding my hips against Misael’s, following his lead.

The other two boys stepped closer, joining in as the beat throbbed around us.

I had danced more this semester than I ever had in my life up to this point—not counting the ballet lessons I’d taken when I was little. School parties and outings to the warehouse had given me opportunities to dance with all of the boys, but those experiences didn’t hold a candle to the fever dream that was being in a club surrounded by hundreds of other people, hot, sweaty—drunk—grinding and gyrating to the same music.

In the chaos that was a club dance floor, making heads or tails of the people around was nearly impossible, but that was part of the appeal of it all. Kace was dancing behind me, Misael in front. One switching with Bishop, someone’s hands on me, my hips, my curves. I felt their lips at the nape of my neck and couldn’t help but move my body more and more sinfully with every touch, every whisper of “beautiful,” every stray curse muttered in my ear as I rubbed against someone the right way.

The buzz of the alcohol faded as we danced, replaced by something even more potent—a slow-burning arousal that grew with every song. I had never felt anything quite like this, and it drove me crazy. It drove the boys crazy too.

The breaking point came when I was sandwiched between Bishop and Kace. Bishop was behind me, and I could feel him pressed to my backside. Kace was in front, and his own desire was evident as he ground against me. He leaned into my neck, biting down on the soft, tender skin before kissing the sting away.

“I think we need to get outta here.”

None of us needed to be told twice. We were all wired, wanting, and high-strung.

We practically bolted from the club. The night air was cold against my heated, sweat-sheened skin, but it did little to cool down the heady arousal coursing through me, and it certainly didn’t quell anything the boys were feeling either.

We walked to the car at a quick pace, laughing and breathless. There would be so much to sort through when we sat down later to consider everything Muse had told us. But for the moment, none of that mattered.

There was just the bite of the wind on my skin, the heat burning in my core, and the three gorgeous, dangerous boys surrounding me.

It felt wild.

Amazing.

Perfect.

Twenty

We fell into Bishop’s car like we’d been blown in by the wind, and no one seemed to question it when I crawled into the backseat with Kace and Misael rather than taking my usual spot up front.

Bishop caught my gaze in the rearview mirror as he started the car and gunned the engine, peeling out of the parking lot.

Heat reflected in his hazel eyes as he watched Misael lean over to press kisses along my neck and Kace drop his head to my chest, trailing his lips and tongue over my collarbone before dipping down to trace the swell of my breasts exposed by the neckline of my dress.

Not for the first time, it struck me how strange and wonderful it was that these boys could share me so fluidly. That Bish could watch his

friends devour me with appreciation in his eyes rather than resentment or jealousy. That the three of them were so close they were almost like extensions of each other, and yet each boy was utterly his own person too.

My head fell to one side, giving Misael more access, and I bit my lip as I gazed up at Bishop, not bothering to hide or try to contain my reactions—I wanted him to see just what the other two boys were doing to me, how they were making me feel.

“So fucking sweet,” Misael murmured against my skin, and even as he said the words, I felt his hand trailing up my thigh, sliding under the hem of my dress to find the dampness of my panties.