Page 63 of Prince of Pain

“You’ll catch me,” I laughed, swaying my hips to the music and making him roll his eyes. He had a drink in hand, and I noticed him sway slightly. “Are you drunk already? What a naughty boy.”

“Shut the fuck up and get down,” he bit out, and Mason jumped down to stand beside him, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me down.

“Relax, Ry. She’s fine,” Mason said, swatting my butt. “Go get Ry a drink, babe. We’ll turn his frown upside down.”

I slid my arms around Ryder’s middle and nipped his chin, knowing he was interested when he didn’t pull away. “Stay with Mase. I’ll be back.”

He grumbled but stayed put, and I headed to the drinks table to pour a few beers.

I felt so fucking good, my body tingling from the molly. Sweat coated my skin and all I wanted to do was put myself between Ryder and Mason for a good night of out of control fucking.

That wasn’t likely to happen since it was obvious I was high as fuck and Ryder had his conscience fully in tact.

I hesitated before pulling the baggy from my bra, glancing back across the room to where Ryder and Mason were laughing together. I quickly made up my mind and pulled a pill out and dropped it into his drink, hoping no one saw me.

Ryder was the life of the party when he was on some form of upper drug, so hopefully he’d relax a little with the encouragement and remember how much better life was before he’d stopped. He’d been twitchy lately, so I was doing him a favor.

He was about to have the best night of his damn life.

I grinned to myself and managed not to drop the drinks as I carried them back over to the guys, handing one to Mason and the one with the molly in it to Ryder, raising my cup before downing most of it.

I thought Ryder was going to tip his out from the way he was glaring at it, but he finally relaxed his face and smiled slightly. “Fine, but I’m not snuggling Mase tonight.”

“I’ll sleep between you,” I cooed, encouraging him to down the entire cup and stepping closer to slide my arms around him. “Come and dance with me.”

His palm cracked against my ass as he dragged me even closer, leaning down to speak in my ear. “Stop telling me what to do before I force you to your knees right here in the middle of the party and put you back in your place. I’m still mad at you, I should’ve left when I noticed you were here.”

“You make that sound like punishment as if I wouldn’t want to get on my knees for you, and don’t be dramatic. You just need to relax and spend more time with me.”

He smirked, a gasp leaving me as he fisted my hair and jerked my head back a fraction.

“I’ll be fucking that bratty mouth of yours later, don’t worry.”

People kept stopping to talk to Ryder, and Mason gave me a knowing grin when I let out a huff.

“How about we dance and he can catch up?”

I didn’t want to leave him here or he might wander off, but I needed to move. I couldn’t stand still.

“Okay, but you’d better put in double the work if he bails,” I teased, letting Mason take my hand and tug me into the crowd more. Hopefully Ryder followed soon.

Ryder

I was drinking more than intended, but I felt good. Watching Mason and Tempest dance together was like porn, their bodies grinding together as they made out, and it didn’t take long for me to join them.

Tempest’s skin was warm under my hands as I dropped them to her thighs, teasing the bottom of her skirt as I nipped her neck from behind. She leaned back, knowing it was me, and my dick hardened as she shook her ass against me.

I moved with them, the bass urging me to keep moving as Tempest turned around to face me, her hands sliding up my shirt to toy with my abs as I leaned down to kiss her. My hands wandered her body, sending tingles through me.

I didn’t think much about it at first, enjoying the sensations rolling through me, and it wasn‘t until we stumbled into Mason’s bedroom that I realized why I felt so good.

I was fucking high.

“Did you guys see anyone put something in my drink?” I mumbled, not pulling my hands away from Tempest as she started stripping.

“You think someone drugged you?” Mason snorted, helping Tempest as she struggled with her skirt. “You’ve been with us the entire night.”

“I feel really good,” I answered, groaning when Tempest slid her hand into my pants to stroke me.

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