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"Uh, Kaia?" Parker called out again, and a slow smile spread across my face as I hooked my finger in the crotch of her shorts. Her breath hitched as I slowly pulled them to the side. God, I loved these shorts. I couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her squirmunder my mouth. I slid my tongue through her soaking wet flesh, slowly grazing over her swollen clit. Her breath whooshed out as her fingers threaded into my hair.

I wanted to say so many dirty things to her, but I couldn't. Thankfully, several people were still partying in the area, so our labored breathing and whispers weren't echoing through a quiet night.

Flicking her clit, I swirled my tongue slowly around the bud as I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder to give me better access to her entire pussy. My mouth closed over her pussy as I sucked her into my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly over the sensitive bud. Her body vibrated against me, and I groaned, completely forgetting we needed to be quiet, but at that point, I didn't care.

Her grip tightened in my hair, and she pushed my face hard into her pussy, coating my mouth with her arousal. She wanted more, so that's what I'd give her. I increased my speed until her entire body tensed, and she rocked her pussy into my face.

I was going to need a private tent tonight because there was no way this throbbing in my pants was going anywhere without some attention.

Her fingers curled tightly into my scalp, holding me in place as her abs tightened, and she moaned the softest, sexiest moan I'd ever heard as she came all over my face.

By the time we corrected ourselves and caught our breath, Parker was gone, and I wasn't mad about it. Had he heard us? I didn't know, and I didn't care. By the end of the weekend, he would know Kaia was mine.

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The crowd roared as Trystan and his band, Twisted Rage, took the stage. The music started, and the bright lights flickered across the dark stage, illuminating the band. Trystan belted out the lyrics, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I held it up to snap a picture as Trystan owned the stage. I snapped the picture, making sure to get the entire stage and the full moon behind them.

Everyone was at the front of the stage but me. Seeing Twisted Rage up close was an experience, being able to feel the lyrics as they sang and smell the sweat dripping from their bodies, but you didn't get the full magic of everything that happened on the stage being so close.

My hips swayed with the heavy beat as the music's bass increased. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and rain started to trickle down.

Long fingers curled around my waist as he pressed his front flush against my back, moving his hips with mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him as I melted into him. My head fell back on his chest, twisting slightly when he dropped his head to my ear.

"I can't keep my hands off you," Jax whispered against my ear. "Especially if you're going to move your hips like that."

"Someone will see."

"Let them watch." He pressed his lips to the spot on my neck just behind my ear, and chills rippled through me.

"Them?" I asked as he mapped kisses down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. "Or Parker?"

"Are you insinuating I'm jealous?"

"Are you?"

Our bodies moved in sync as Trystan belted out the lyrics to his newest song. "The thought of him touching you makes me insane." He breathed against my neck.

"I thought we agreed to date other people."

"I changed my mind."

I opened my mouth to ask more questions, but he dropped his hands, and his heat was gone.

"There you are," Parker called out.

"Hey." I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing as I forced a smile and resisted the urge to see if Jax was still behind me.

"What are you doing back here?" Parker asked, and when his gaze didn't flick over my shoulder, I knew Jax was gone. A twinge of disappointment hit me, but I fought to keep my facial expression normal. "Everyone is up at the stage."

"I like it back here." He cocked a questioning brow. "I like to be able to see the entire stage."

My phone vibrated in my hand. Flipping it over, I smiled. It was Jax.

Jax: He can't give you what you need.

I reread the text. Was Jax insinuating he could give me what I needed? Did he know something I didn't? Because I wasn't even sure what I needed.

Kaia: And you can?

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