Page 27 of Summer Nights

He's looking at me like no one has ever looked at me before. Something that could become treacherous if I got used to it.

Fuck, these men are dangerous.

Letting myself fall for them would be detrimental to my health. Yet that little string that is pulling me into their orbit refuses to stop.

I can’t seem to stop myself from fantasising about what it would be like with them. What it would be like with every single one of them. Individually and as a group.

Fuck, Grace’s books are giving me way too many ideas right now. Her descriptions of certain… group scenes playing like a movie on repeat in my head. I don’t hate it. If anything, I welcome it.

Sex has never been a subject I’ve been scared to talk or think about, it's simply the thought of losing my virginity to a complete fucking douchebag that’s turned me off.

I’ve seen it happen to other girls. A hot guy will chat them up, promise them the world, take them up to a vacant room at some random person's yardy where they last thirty seconds. Not even sticking around to ensure the girl actually gets an orgasm. Instead, legging it the minute they take the condom off and going and boasting about it to all of their equally as asshole mates. That’s if they even bother to use one.

No thanks.

I refuse to be one of those poor girls, crying their eyes out because the guy spread it around the school.

I want my first time to mean something. I want the guy to mean something to me. Not that I expect him to be my knight in shining armour and whisk me away after deflowering me then getting down on one knee, confessing his love for me and asking me to marry him. I want a guy that generally gives a fuck about me. That will take his time. Actually give after care. Surely that can’t be too much of an ask.

Maybe it could also be with one of these guys.

I wouldn’t mind if it was one of these guys. I may have only known them for a few days but it's obvious the instant connection between us all.

Some would call me crazy. Selfish. Even a whore for wanting more than one guy, let alone five of them.

Sonny hands me the bag in his hand. “Here, I picked these out for you.” He says quietly. His expression is completely vulnerable. None of that cocky bravado he usually exerts. Like he is unsure about his choices in the bikinis he has chosen me.

“Thank you. I can’t wait to see what you picked for me.” I give him a reassuring smile. The fact that the guys even went out of their way in the first place to even buy me a bikini so I didn’t have to run home to get changed speaks volumes about the kind of guys they are.

I say a quick hello to the other guys, each giving them a hug before I head off to the change room. I find the closest cubicle and quickly take my work clothes off and throwing them in my handbag. I reach into the bag Sonny gave me and pull out the bikini.

I gasp, not expecting him to have done such a good job. Normally guys will just grab the first thing on the rack and throw it at you, but it's obvious by the way he was acting and what he chose, just how much time and care he took. I slip the bikinis on quickly, adjusting the ties to fit me properly.

I turn to look at myself in the mirror and can’t help but smile at my reflection.

Sonny chose a light blue and white floral design. It fits me perfectly. I chuckle to myself when I turn to check the back and see just how cheeky the bottoms are. There is the little sprinkle of the Sonny I’ve come to know. My Baywatch impersonation yesterday must have been on point enough that the guys wanted more.

I zip up my bag quickly, doing a quick search around the cubicle to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything before I head out.

The guys are standing not too far from the entrance of the change room block but their backs are all to me. I walk slowly over towards them, appreciating the view of their backs. Jesus Christ, I’m fucking drooling over back muscles. Back. Muscles.

It's also impossible to not notice the amount of attention the guys get. Nearly all of the women in the vicinity are looking at the guys with longing. Puffing their chests out, moving their tits around in their tops to make them pop out more. A pang of jealousy courses through me and I have to remind myself that these guys aren’t mine. Just because I’ve decided I would be open to pursuing things with them, doesn’t mean they feel the same way about me. I shake myself out of my self-destruction, knowing I won’t do myself any good getting worked up and jealous over them.

I clear my throat as I get closer to the guys, stepping in front of them before doing a quick twirl, throwing my arms out as I spin.

Once I stop, I face the guys. “So, what do you think? I think you did a pretty good job Sonny.”

The guys remain silent for what feels like forever. Sonny’s mouth is dropped as he stares at me. His eyes raking over my entire body. I can almost feel the heat radiating from the guy’s eyes as each set rakes my entire body. They are unashamedly checking me out and I don’t hate it. Not for a single second.

It takes me clearing my throat a second time for any of the guys to respond. Pike is the first to meet my eyes. The heat in them doesn’t dampen whatsoever.

“You are fucking gorgeous Scarlett.” His voice is husky. I notice instead of his usual nicknames for me, he uses my full name.

“You are a vision.” Dacre says, a slight blush on his cheeks.

Dawson straightens his posture from where he was previously propped against the tree. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Nicky still seems lost for words as he stumbles over them but manages to choke out, “You're breathtaking.”

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