Page 69 of Magic or Madness

I close my eyes, resisting the urge to bend her over my knee right here in this van.

Instead, I gently kiss her lips, letting her tongue dance with mine long enough to hear that quiet little moan she lets out, and I bite down on her bottom lip, drawing the slightest bit of blood.

She swipes her tongue along the drops that have pooled, and her breathing intensifies.

We share a look, one that only either of us could decipher, and I smile, knowing that I’ve got her trapped.

She wouldn’t dare make a move in this crowded van, and although messing around in public is one of our favorite pastimes, we like to keep it private when it comes to the crew.

“You’re a dead man, Ozzy.” She gives up, settling down against my chest.

“Good girl. You’ll get your reward later,” I whisper, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers into hers until our tattoos line up.

I’m content like this, watching as the trees and billboards pass us by in the window, and eventually, the exit signs start to become familiar.

We’re almost home, and I thought that would be more terrifying than it is. Suddenly, I realize how at peace I’ve felt since we started planning this trip, and the panic has slightly subsided.

I haven’t had a nightmare in over a week, and the screaming hasn’t affected me like it did the first time. Now, it’s more like a quiet hum, reminding me of its presence, but not in a way that’s overpowering.

Maybe, it was Masha’s way of telling us to come see her.

It’s all I’ve got to believe in, and if it weren’t for Fallon, I don’t think I’d have the capacity to process this as a sign from the other side. I base everything on our initial connection in the diner, and if that was real enough to lead to where we are today, then anything is possible.

“You two are wifed up, who the fuck is going toAztecwith me?” Oliver yells, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“This isn’t a party trip, Oliver,” Max says, but Oliver shakes his head.

“We’re back home baby! It’s always a party in this town!” He cheers, but Journey and Max ignore him.

“You could call Cami while you’re back home,baby,” Lex teases, and Oliver’s face hardens, his body stiffening at the mention of his ex.

That effectively shuts him up, and I can feel Fallon's curiosity from here.

“Who’s Cami?”

As if we need to live through this again, but Lex, the gossip queen, thrives off this kind of drama.

“Olly’s on and off again girlfriend. She’s batshit crazy, but something always brings them together. I’ve got a crisp twenty on them reconnecting this weekend.” I shake my head, not taking the betting bait because we all know Lex is right.

“Cami is crazy, but she fucks like a porn star. Only chick who can go more rounds than me,” he says proudly, and everyone hollers, or rolls their eyes at his bluntness.

“Olly and Cami: the toxic story continues,” I say in my broadcaster voice, causing his face to turn bright red.

“Let’s go out tonight, invite Crazy Cami,” Fallon offers, and all necks swivel to our direction.

I hold my head in my hands, knowing that this will absolutely turn into a shitshow party weekend. It’s inevitable, throwing the five of us back into the wild we were raised in.

“Fine. I’ll text Camila, but you all better be on your best behavior. One word about me with another girl and it’ll be Fourth of fucking July weekend all over again,” Oliver warns, and we all promise to keep our mouths shut.

“Me, you and a dark club. Sounds familiar,” Fallon whispers and my cock twitches in response to her words.

“Bambi, please have mercy on me.” I lightly wrap my hand around her throat, and she swallows against my palm.

She’s pushing my limits, testing me to see how far I’ll take it this time, and judging by the smile on her face, I can tell she wants more.

One of us is always raising the stakes, inviting fresh ideas into the bedroom with us, and Fallon has mastered the art of being down for anything.

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