“Oh, yeah... it’s part of our plot to make him realise what he’s lost.”
“I don’t know how successful we’re going to be with that part of the plan.” My voice is tight as I add. “I want to let loose for once. Forget about all the bad stuff. I just wanna feel good.”
After scanning my face for a long moment, Nadia inclines her head. “All right, Anna... let’s do this.” She shakes out one of the pills onto my outstretched palm, then she tips the other two into her own hand. I unscrew my water bottle, grinning when my best friend does the same. “Bottoms up, bitch... oblivion beckons.”
“Bottoms up,” I echo.
In unison, we swallow the MDMA. The bitter residue makes me pull a face. Nadia laughs at me, then she links her arm through mine. “Brace yourself, little Cherub, for clarity, horniness, and inner peace.”
Although my broken mind rebels at the thought of sex, I still admit, “I can’t wait.”
Since I’ve heard enough stories from the club brothers, I know that my high is starting to come on when my scalp begins to prickle about twenty-five minutes later. The cool air that blows over the packed dance floor makes me shiver, not from the cold, but from the delicious tingle it leaves in its wake when it brushes my skin. Goosebumps erupting all over my body, I glance at the people dancing closest to me, the bright stream of the strobe lights making them appear then disappear to the beat of the music. My mouth runs dry. My heart speeds up. Every ounce of tension drains from me.
“Fuck,” I murmur as the music vibrates through me. After filling my lungs, I allow them to empty. It’s nirvana. “God.”
“It’s good, isn’t it?” Nadia asks. I blink slowly as I sway to the beat. When she passes me her water bottle, I accept it gratefully. Moaning as the water slides down my parched throat, I run my fingers through my hair. My skin is electric. “You’re so fucked up, Anna.”
The excitement in Nadia’s voice feels like silk to my ears. “So fucked up.”
My best friend takes the water away from me, then she grabs my hand and strokes the soft skin on the inside of my wrist. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So good.”
“Now imagine a tongue between your legs.”
As a shudder runs through me, Nadia twirls me in a circle. I move easily since the aches and pains that have dogged me since Alex’s attack have magically disappeared. The thought of Alex makes me stumble, but my brain refuses to let the negativity take hold. It’s like magic, my psyche is too relaxed, too content, too fluid, for anything other than happiness to fully capture my attention.
Slanting forward, I brush my lips over Nadia’s. “I love you.”
She presses her mouth to mine again for a second. “I love you more.”
We circle our arms around each other, leaning on the other. I close my eyes as one of my favourite remixes starts to play. In sync, almost like we’re joined by invisible elastic, Nadia and I dance together. Every move is sinuous. Every fleeting touch close to orgasmic. The air conditioning keeps me cool as the heat from the bodies around us builds. When large hands slide around the curve of my hips, and I’m pulled backward, I go without a fight. Eyes widening as thumbs gently trace the outer swell of my breasts, I meet Nadia’s enquiring gaze and quirk my eyebrows questioningly. Nadia grins, then nods. My twin moves in behind her, then he spins her around to face him.
Sander’s eyes flash with lust and loathing, then they start kissing.
I avert my gaze.
A wide chest meets my back, and a man’s hand flattens over my lower stomach. Glancing down at it, I recognise the familiar silver rings adorning the thick fingers.
Then I register the hard-on pressing against my spine.
Twisting around, I face Slash.
He peers down at me with an inscrutable expression.
My heart skips a beat.
Nadia was so very, very right.
Carter Hudson is beautiful.
A giant, ridiculously chiselled God.
The dirty-blond hair that’s caught in a knot at the top of his head beckons my fingers.
Piercing blue eyes that flare with hunger roam my face.
Sparsely tattooed arms circle my waist.