Dirty Secret

When no one answers, I say, "Sure. Need some help?"

"Thanks." She motions after you.

I try to move normally, but without my underwear, every step is illicit. I feel every brush of my dress, every blow of the air conditioner, every move of every muscle.

And every single sensation screams Cameron Hunt is going to fuck me.

By the time I'm at the table, I'm on fire.

Eve meets me there. Leans close enough to whisper. "Your zipper—"

Shit.

"Can I?" she asks.

"Yeah."

She rights it.

"It's not—"

"None of my business."

That's not true. Not at all. Cam was right. She and Ian are going to get married. The only person who doesn't seem to realize that is Ian. And maybe her too.

Even if they eschew the legal formalities, they're so clearly in love, and so strangely right for each other. They're in this for the long haul. Ty is going to be her brother-in-law too.

And this is going to be complicated.

For a second, my shoulders tense. Then the air-conditioning blows my dress against my thighs, and I only care about fucking Cam tonight.

Nothing else matters.

"Vixen, are you trying to tease me?" Ian sends I'm going to fuck you glances her way.

"You really need new material." Ty chuckles.

Indie does the same. "She deserves to tease you for once."

Ian laughs.

Eve blows him, and my sister, a kiss. She makes a show of hiking her dress up her thigh and grabs the bottle of champagne.

I pick up the other.

The door clicks open.

Cam enters right as the bottle pops.

Foam spills from the lip. I bring it to my mouth. Suck the champagne from the glass.

Cam watches from the door. He's too far away. I can't tell what's in his eyes. Only that I need it.

I push it aside as Eve and I fill flutes and hand them to the attendees. Once everyone is with drink, we meet at the table.

Ty raises his glass. "Let me guess. To Ty thinking with his cock?"

"Get some new material, Ty. Honestly." Cam rolls his eyes as if he hasn't made the joke a million times.

Everyone laughs.

Cam looks to me. "To the female orgasm."

My cheeks flush. But I don't think anyone notices. I'm pretty sure everyone here is blushing. Maybe even Cam.

We clink glasses. Drink. Laugh.

Cam moves closer. Close enough, his hand brushes my hip. My lower back. My waist. He looks to the bride and groom. Then to Ian. "It's time."

"Already?" Ian asks.

Cam nods. Looks to me. "Are you ready for our next activity?"

Yes. Take me into the bedroom, throw me against the wall, fuck me until I'm screaming.

But that isn't.

We have—

Oh my god. This is—

Fuck.

I'm not sure which is more exciting—

No, that's bullshit. Cam fucking me is a lot more exciting than our next piece of torture, but this is amazing.

"All right, victims take their seats." Ian leads her to the love seat.

Cam does the same with Ty.

The guys bust out the love rope.

"I'm sure you're familiar with this." Cam ties my sister and my future brother-in-law to the couch with a big, loose, not all that constraining knot.

Then he ties their arms together.

"Trapped together forever. Better get used to it." Ian tries to sell the horror of it, but he's smiling way too wide.

Cam shoots me a conspiratorial grin.

My chest warms. My stomach flutters. My thighs shake. We're in on this together. The four of us, really—

Cam and I came up with the idea. Then Ian arranged details. And Eve asked a friend who worked at Devil's Point.

But it still feels like ours. Like some dirty secret that belongs only to me and Cam.

Or maybe that's my panties in his pocket.

Probably my panties in his pocket.

I move behind the couch, next to Cam.

I'm too close—it's obvious I'm trying to get closer—but I can't bear to move away. It feels too good being near him.

Cam looks to Ian and Eve. "Who wants to do the honors?"

"I will." Eve smiles and moves to the door. For a moment, the room goes dark.

Then the door bursts open.

The lights turn on.

An Amy Winehouse house cover fills the room.

Two dancers skip inside. A man in tuxedo print shorts and a woman in a tight lace one-piece that screams horny bride.

They saunter around the room, slowly circling the couch, teasing the bride and groom, almost but never quite touching.

Then the guy sets the female dancer on the table. He picks up the furry handcuffs hidden under a gift bag and ties her hands behind her back.

Spreads her legs.

Feigns performing oral sex.

(They usually do actual sex acts, but that seemed a little crass. And, well, let's add that to the list of things I don't get about bachelor parties. Why would I want to watch other people have sex next to my sister? Weird).

The song shifts to a remix of the wedding march. An electronica version Eve found, with a female vocalist groaning here comes the bride with enough breathiness we all know which version of comes she means.