Page 60 of Veiled

“Okay, guys” I clapped. “You all have to figure this out and do something together. I’ll give you ten minutes to come up with a plan.” They all groaned but got up and went to stand next to Ryder and put their heads together. I sat down and laughed with Remi, as Zane and Hunter let out a bunch of ‘absolutely nots’, and Grayson just nodded his head at whatever Ryder said.

“What do you think they will do?” Remi asked.

“No idea honestly, but I want to see if they live up to the hype of the ‘Untouchables.’” I giggled.

“Times running out! If we have to win by default, I guess I’ll take it, but I won’t dance.” I yelled.

“The hell will we concede this battle. We have to go change again though- be right back,” Ryder said. Good point; I can’t dance and win in pajamas.

“Great call, we will be back too. Five minutes and then living room!” I yelled as Remi and I ran upstairs giggling. We threw on leggings and a tight tank top before running downstairs. The guys weren’t there yet so we pushed the couch back and made space like it was for the party. We sat down crossed legged on the couch as the guys came downstairs in jeans that hung low showing off their v’s, with combat boots on.

“Yummy, all mine,” I whispered as I leered at them. Remi rolled her eyes and laughed, and Zane looked at me and winked, and my heart melted. God he was so handsome. I needed a redo of two years ago. His eyes met mine and he turned his head and smiled, as if he knew what I was thinking. I stuck out my tongue at him and he laughed.

My phone buzzed and I noticed several missed texts from Jensi and Luca, I’ll answer those later.

I scowled as they stood around in some type of actual formation and Ryder walked over and passed me the stereo remote.

“Press play in a few seconds, and the music will play. Hope we do a good job for you, baby girl.”

I rolled my eyes. Grayson stood at one end, then Hunter and Zane in the middle with Ryder at the other end. I pressed the play button and my jaw dropped as they grinned. “Earned It” by The Weekend started playing through the speakers and I almost lost my panties.

Hunter and Zane stepped forward when the beat dropped, rocked their hips back and forth, stepping to the right and left while they dipped low, thrusting to the beat. They lifted their arms, bent them at the elbow and grinded into the air, knees bent. Grayson and Ryder walked up following suit, and they weaved through each other and took turns pointing at me and winking as they stepped to the right, kneeled on the floor and spun on their knees. Then they fucking leaned back on one arm popping their legs up, planting their feet on the floor and thrusted and rolled their hips up in tandem. I felt the room get hotter as they jumped up, but not before Hunter balanced on his hands only, while pretending to fuck the floor. Holy shit. As he fucked the floor, lucky bitch, Grayson and Ryder danced in the back, bending their knees, while their feet were moving, crossing quickly to the beat that dropped again and Zane flipped over Hunter and landed in the same position as Hunter. This was just cruel and evil torture, and they did this on a fucking stage? I wanted to claw out the eyes of whoever saw them. They worked their hips on the floor before jumping up and finishing the song by bending their arms again and rolling their hips.

“Holy fucking shit. That was not only ridiculously unfair, but I think the floor is pregnant, and shit so am I.” I fanned myself and pretended to swoon. They laughed.

“Yeah, we may have used that one to win the talent competition last year,” Hunter grinned.

“Assholes - well fine, I gotta go change my outfit! There was one dance I made myself learn that will win this shit, but it involves heels and I’m not going to be outdone.” I jumped off the couch and ran to the room, ignoring their laughter. I stripped quickly putting on a strapless bra and a tight tube top with some stretchy medium dark jeans that looked painted on and my sexy black heels. I was having so much fun.

There were a bunch of dance videos where gorgeous women stood in front of mirrors and learned dances and then performed them in heels. The confidence they had was insane and I learned a few from Instagram stalking, but there was one I was really good at; I was going to fuck this shit up.

I went downstairs, and the boys were joking on the couch. I walked to the sound system and connected my phone. I tossed the remote to Ryder and I faced away from them. In a second “Wild Thoughts” by DJ Khalid comes out of the system. I turned and started walking to them, and I rocked my hips from left to right quickly, before I dropped low, holding my knees while my feet were firmly planted on the floor, and I rolled my hips from left and right. I turned, staying low, while I came up halfway and dropped back down three times until I was facing away from them. I dropped to my knees, my feet behind me as I put my hands in front of me and slid my knees on the floor bringing my legs together and back out again, sensually before opening my knees, leaning forward and working my hips low to the floor.

I leaned up and kicked my legs out into a split, popping my hips up and down, moving my arms to swipe my hair back in tune to the music, bending at the knees on the floor and coming back up to my feet. I crossed my feet in front of the other, moving my hips and torso in smooth motions, using my hands to draw from my chest to my belly before I popped my feet apart, bending over at my waist and moving my hips so my ass swayed, before bending back quickly and spinning on the ball of my foot, facing the guys. I didn't make eye contact, lost in the song. I bent back at the waist dropping down to the floor arching my back and kicking my legs open all the way, toes pointed to the ceiling, before closing them and planting my feet on the floor. I put my hands on the floor on my side, while I only worked my hips up and down off the floor. I dropped my hips to the floor, and I moved my legs to the side coming back up to my knees and tossed my hair back and ending the song on the floor. Yup I won.

Zane

We sat backand relaxed while Hudson ran upstairs to put on what she needed to beat us. We joked that if she thought heels were going to make her win then we need to wear heels for the next competition.

“Yeah okay, we practiced that shit for weeks. Even the moms of the students were shoving numbers in my pockets,” Hunter jokes.

“You had no problem taking the numbers though,” Grayson pointed out.

“Like you did? You think those piercings you got on your dick were for a warm grapefruit?” Joked Ryder and we busted out laughing.

“Good point asshole,” Grayson said smiling, “They still call me too, asking what we are performing this year,” he rolled his eyes.

“You better change your number. Hudson is liable to kill a mom or two,” Remi tossed in.

“She is a violent little thing, isn’t she? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Can you believe we are mated to her? Like an honest to god, in the movies type of mating? Knowing she is ours…damn.” Grayson said.

We nodded in agreement. Ryder leaned forward, his arms on his knees, “guys we are in Seattle, and we are fucking mated- who else thinks we need to go hunt down Edward and Bella and tell her she chose the wrong one. I mean now that we know shit like this is real.” Hunter smacked him on the head, and we laughed as we saw Hudson coming down the stairs in body paint. Well, no, they were jeans, but still, they needed to be classified as body paint the way they fit her perfectly. My mouth went dry as she tossed Ryder the remote. She looks too damn perfect, it’s just sinful.

When the music started and she turned towards us and dropped it like it was fucking hot, my dick was hard immediately. No need to wait for blood to pump, nope, just boom hard. Every jerk of her hips, every sensual move of her entire body in perfect beat to the music was downright captivating. We all leaned forward like magnets when she opened her legs into a split and popped her pussy up and down. Then at the end when she opened her legs, her toes pointed, it took everything in my power to not knock out the other three and jump in between her thighs and fuck her right there. She tossed her head back as the song ended and she smiled.

Our jaws were still stuck, and we were half off the couch. I knew we mind fucked her with the fact that we could dance, but she fucking practiced from videos and learned that?! Honestly, I felt like checking all the doors and windows to make sure no one saw what we just saw. The way she dipped and swayed; she was like a fucking hip-hop video come to life.

“Holy shit,” groaned Grayson, Yeah, her gentle giant wasn’t going to be gentle for much longer.

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