Page 102 of Tricky Girls

But then her hands are threading through Tilda’s hair, their lips brushing once, twice, then again, firmer this time until she presses forward, moulding herself to Tilda’s length.

Fuck.

I shift, pressing my thighs together. There’s so much pressure there, too much to be dealing with in such a busy place.

No doubt this would all come crashing down if I asked to move it to the lodge. This is Tilda’s game, we’ve just gotta play it.

They kiss slowly, deeply, too fucking slowly for me. How can she take it? Even now my hands are twitching, itching to get back in there and suck the rest of that lipstick off those lips.

They don’t kiss for long, Elly drawing back first. Tilda blinks her eyes open, looking up at Elly through her eyelashes before a slow smile blooms on her lips, and fuck if that isn’t the most postcoital-like smile I’ve ever seen.

Elly returns it, looking lost for words. Can relate. Don’t need words for the things I wanna do to Tilda anyway.

Seeming to come back to herself, Tilda pushes Elly away, her eyes flitting over the dance floor. Her face clears after a moment. She smiles at the both of us, clearly having found whatever the fuck she was looking for.

I check the time on my phone. Almost 4AM. Club lights will be coming on any minute.

I return to Tilda, pushing her back into the wall. ‘Can I take you home, princess?’

She nods once, holding out a hand for both of us to take. I meet Elly’s eyes over her head, that look from before back on her face.

Thank fuck for the long walk ahead.

I whoop at the frigid breeze blowing off the ocean, dragging wind-whipped hair off my face. ‘My nipples are seizing!’

Tilda releases us to wrap her arms around herself. Now I’m really damning myself for losing my jacket when Elly removes hers and enfolds Tilda in it.

‘Thanks,’ she sings. ‘You’re the best. Likeliiiiiterallythe best.’

I smirk at her slurring. ‘Gonna tell us what brought you over to the dark side tonight?’

‘Fucking Natasha.’ An adorable scowl twists her features. ‘She didn’t believe I was gay so I wanted to prove her wrong.’

‘But…you’re not,’ Elly points out.

‘Yeah, but that’s not the point.’

‘So what is?’ Elly laughs.

‘I dunno, dude,’ Tilda groans, running both hands through her hair and dislodging Elly’s jacket. ‘I’m fucked.’

I put my arm around her, drawing her into me. ‘It’s cool, Tilda. Happens to the best of us. But I think you need a bed and a good lie down.’

‘Wanna lie down together?’ Tilda’s eyes are so bloodshot; I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this cut. ‘Can take some pictures and send them to Natasha.’

‘Sure thing, baby.’ I kiss her temple, enjoying the warm, downy skin against my lips. ‘Let’s just get you all tucked up first.’

In Tilda’s room, I glance at Elly, wondering which of us will get the honour of removing her dress.

Unfortunately it’s neither.

After she manages to get her boots off, her dress rucking up so it’s practically around her waist, she points to the door. ‘Out, please.’

I fold my arms. ‘Not gay anymore?’

She shakes her head. ‘Mm-mm.’

I roll my eyes at Elly. ‘Well, damn. Need us to get you a sick bucket or anything?’

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