Salvation (Surrender 3)

Her brazen words shock me, and I tilt her head to pin her stare. I love everything about this girl, but I’ve never seen her this bold, talking about sex so openly, especially in a crowded bar. She still turns pink when I kiss her in public.

“What exactly are you drinking?” It has to be the alcohol fueling her brazenness.

“It’s their signature drink, some kind of punch. It’s really good.” She shoves it at me, and I smell the mixture of alcohol. I’m about to taste, when there’s a screeching behind us and Gabe throws Harper over his shoulder, stalking to the back.

“Uh-oh, guess he found out.” Ember looks at me nervously.

“Found out what?”

“She swiped his phone on our way out tonight.”

“Why the hell did you leave your cell on the table, anyway?”

“I was instructed to. Is it true you can locate my phone? The girls made me promise to leave it behind because they seem to think Raven and I had the highest risk of being traced.”

I look away guiltily but then look back and nod. “Yeah, Finn and I can find you by cell phone.”

“Good to know.” She kisses me lightly and leads me back to the table where everyone has settled.

Declan hands me a beer, and I give him a look of appreciation as he smirks at me. No doubt, my hard-on is still outlined in my shorts.

“Are you sucking on a dick?” Cooper asks Kendall.

“Technically, it’s a straw,” she slurs.

My eyes dart to Ember’s drink and watch as she looks at me and sucks the offending straw into her mouth, running her tongue around it. My blood starts to stir and rushes to my face. My cock aches for the attention.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Cooper yells, and I silently agree.

It takes a few hours, but we finally corral everyone into the vans to go back. For the sake of space, I pull Ember into my lap and situate her on my chest. Her eyes are gleaming with a happiness I’ve never seen. She relaxes into me and kisses my jaw, placing her cheek against my collarbone. I don’t have to see her to know she’s fallen asleep.

Finn helps me get her out of the van and into our room. It takes me only a few seconds to get her into one of my shirts. Once I’ve changed and washed up, I walk in and eye the fucking beds again with disgust. Without thinking twice, I push them together and situate her on my chest. It’s official; my man-card is being revoked.

Chapter 22

Wedding Weekend

Ember

Cruz: Little Star! Call me!

The text chimes for the second time, and Robbie breaks away from my mouth, looking annoyed. He reaches for my phone and plops beside me, groaning.

“Cruz needs you, and I need to shower. Thank God we’re getting a bigger bed. When I get out, we’ll pack our stuff and move to Raven and Declan’s room.”

“You know the only reason I agreed was because Tripp and Finn are too big to sleep on sofas,” I joke.

His eyes grow heated, and his voice lowers. “No, babe, you agreed because you know tonight, I’m going to be inside you and that’s virtually impossible on this set-up. I think two days is long enough to deprive myself.” He puts his lips to my forehead and hops up.

I almost cry as he slips into athletic shorts, covering his nakedness. He must feel my stare because he gives me a sly grin and stalks back to me. “Call your crazy cousin. He’s dying to hear about the weekend. I know, because he texted me, too. I’m going to get us some coffee and find a shower to jump in.”

I grab my phone and dial, watching his muscular back as he leaves.

“It’s about time. Where the hell have you been?” Cruz’s exaggerated tone causes me to smile.

“Hello to you, too. It’s been busy.”

“Tell me.”