“As I play the final song for the night,” the DJ says into the mic, “with the Miles boys in the house, I had to play their anthem. ‘Freak Me’ by Silk.” A tantric beat rings out.
Freak me, baby (ah, yeah)
Freak me, baby (mm, just like that)
Freak me, baby (ah, yeah)
The boys all laugh out loud and cheer. I’m instantly dragged to the dance floor, and the boys all begin to dance as if it’s the best song in the world.
Tristan pushes me out and then twirls me. “What is this song?” I laugh out loud as I am bounced back to his body with force.
He smiles down at me as he moves us to the beat. “This was our boarding school anthem.” He pushes me out again and then spins me and brings me back to him, and I can’t contain my laughter. “We played this song in our dorm every day for our entire schooling life. We all know it word for word.”
I giggle and look around, and I see a very drunk Jameson dirty dancing with Emily as he sings to her. Elliot and Christopher have found girls somewhere and are singing to them. Sebastian is dirty dancing with his two girls, and Spencer has jumped up onstage and has dragged a waitress with him. They are slow dancing to the music. I listen to the words and laugh out loud as Tristan twirls me around.
Let me lick you up and down till you say stop
Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot
Let me do all the things you want me to do
“This is the song you sang while at school?” I giggle. Sex maniacs, the lot of them.
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Yep.” Tristan smiles down at me.
“Your favorite song was about licking women up and down?” I ask in horror.
“One hundred percent.” He pushes me out and spins me hard, and I laugh out loud. He rocks us side to side as he holds my hand in his. “Still is.” He leans down and kisses me softly, and his eyes twinkle with a certain something. “Speaking of which, let’s go home, Anderson.”
I smile up at the beautiful man in front of me. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I hear a vibration on the side table, and I frown.
Bzzz . . . bzzz . . . bzzz.
Tristan lets out a deep sigh. “Who the fuck’s that?” he mumbles.
It stops, and we both relax.
It starts again.
Bzzz . . . bzzz . . . bzzz.
Tristan sits up onto his elbow and leans over to get my phone. He fumbles and drops it, and it slips between the bed and the side table. “Fuck off,” he whispers.
My head begins to thump. “Oh God,” I whimper. “What the fuck happened last night?”
The phone continues to ring, and Tristan puts the back of his forearm over his eyes. “Fuck off . . . whoever you are,” he moans.
I wake properly and sit up. Shit. “Tris,” I say. “The kids.”
“Jesus.” He stands and feels around for the missing phone. He’s naked, and his hair is standing on end. I smile as I watch him. What a sight for sore eyes.
We can still hear my phone vibrating from its unknown location. He reaches in and pulls it out and holds it in the air. “Found the fucker.” He frowns at the screen as he reads it, and then his face drops. “It’s Barb.” He passes it over.
“Hello,” I answer. “What’s wrong?”