Page 28 of The Pact

He doesn’t touch them any more than just tracing their outer lines but my nipples harden against Shep’s chest.

Ashton keeps touching his way up, guiding my arms around his neck and I lean arching my back against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

That exposes the column of my neck to Shep and his lips find my skin easily. His openmouthed kisses glide from my collarbone all the way up to my jaw and I’m grateful for the support provided by Ashton’s arms that are now closed around my waist.

Without his arms and his strong chest behind me, I’d probably melt into a puddle of goo.

We dance together, our bodies rubbing against each other’s and if you asked me which songs were playing, I wouldn’t even be able to tell you. All I know is the feeling of their hard bodies so close to my soft one, the feverish heat of their skin through the thin layers of our clothes.

When Shep’s lips finally reach mine, I’m more than ready to open up to his kiss.

I’m not surprised at all that his kiss is as playful as he is. His tongue ventures into my mouth swiping against mine for a second and then retreating to let me chase it.

He smiles against my lips as we continue to dance and kiss.

Ashton is still behind me, grinding against me. His movements are soft and fluid like the waves of the ocean a few feet away from us but his body is hard and unyielding.

His crotch is touching me and I feel him against my ass.

I’ve never felt anyone’s dick before. Damn, I’ve never been this close to anyone with a dick before.

It feels long and hard, harder than the rest of his body and God help me because I don’t even know what I’m doing but I like the feel of it.

I like the feel of Shep too, when I realize that he’s also rock hard against my front.

The heady elation caused by these two men makes me feel more alive and out of control than the few drinks I had when Mc took me out to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.

The music stops as someone takes out a bottle of vodka and yells “Body shots!” But the guys don’t immediately walk away from me. It takes a few instants before their hands leave my body.

It’s only then, when I lose their solid warmth that I realize that we were dancing that close to each other in front of everyone.

I brace myself for the wave of shame that should hit me any second now but it doesn’t come. And I purposely distract myself because I feel good and the last thing I want to do right now is think about what Dad would say.

I let my eyes wander around the bonfire and spot Bode still sat where I left him. He has a can of soda in his hands and his dark blue eyes are fixed on me.

I’m surprised not to find any anger in his gaze. He’s obviously been looking at me dance with his two best friends and when he smiles at me, I walk back to him.

I make my way past Kelley, who’s sitting nearby white knuckling a bottle of light beer while his amber colored eyes follow my every movement.

He’s hard to read as usual.

He looks kind of pissed but I don’t think it’s fair to be mad at me when he never asked me out like he said he would. Especially because Lynda Greggs is still sitting by his side.

And unfair as it might be, I hate him a little for hanging out with her. I know we aren’t anything to each other, we aren’t even friends. The fact that he was my first kiss is something he isn’t aware of and I doubt it would make a difference even if he did know.

But this is the thing with Kelley, I like him and loathe him at the same time, I can’t help it. He’s the guy who called me a freak and the one who saved me from being assaulted.

The one who kissed me tenderly on my doorstep and the man who almost got into a fight with some strangers on this same beach because they looked the same way I used to look when I still lived with my father.

“Would you like some soda? Dancing must’ve made you thirsty.”

I’ve reached Bode and he offers me his can with a smile.

I smile back as my fingers brush against his but as I’m about to take the can from him, I realize that I really have to pee.

“I need to go find a bathroom,” I say a little embarrassed.

“There’s a bathroom right behind the wooden shack where you saw us this morning,” he informs me, setting his drink down to get up.

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