Page 75 of Breakaway

I searched Reese’s eyes, finding nothing but honesty there. Nodding, I gave them one last hug before I kissed their cheek.

“Okay. I trust you. I’ll see you in the morning. Text or call if you need anything, me or the guys.”

“Yes, Hen. Now go. Have fun. You deserve to de-stress.”

Why did it feel like Reese was the older sibling sending me off instead of the other way around?

The party bus idled outside where the rest of our crew was. The real fun was unfolding now that the under-twenty-one crowd was safely tucked away in their rooms. Champagne and loud music filled the bus as I stepped into it, the neon lights flashing to the beat. How in the world did the driver manage to navigate like this?

“Wahoo! Henshaw is here!” the girls cheered, the bus merging into traffic a moment later.

A flute was tucked into my hand as they danced, letting themselves cut loose. The trip to the club wasn’t long, and we stumbled off the party bus and to the door where a familiar bouncer stood.

“Good evening, ladies. Welcome to Sonic Mirror.”

“Ooh, are you free later? You should join us,” Scar cooed, unable to turn off her charm. “I’m taken,” she said, seeming to remember. “But there’s a lot of ladies who are single and ready to mingle!”

“Have a good time,” he said, opening our door, hiding his smile.

“No fun,” Scar pouted. “If the dick wasn’t so good, I might have to reconsider this whole dating thing.”

Shaking my head, I tucked my arm through hers and pulled her to the VIP area. Another bouncer in all black lifted a rope as we neared, nodding his head in respect. The penis cupcakes sat on one table, with a tray of bottles and glasses on another. The guys stood as we stepped foot into the lounge, and I lifted my eyebrow in question, not knowing they’d be here.

“Sean wanted to see Sera,” Fletcher said, pointing to the soon-to-be newlyweds. Sera kissed him like she hadn’t seen him in years, not hours.

I shrugged, happy that they were here. I wouldn’t admit I also wanted to kiss the three of them in the same way.

Fletcher introduced me to the men in their group that I didn’t know—colleagues of Sean and a few of the other girl’s significant others.

Soon, everyone was dancing and drinking as the night wore on. It was no surprise that Dax was the best dancer of my three. Fletcher wasn’t terrible at slow dancing, his body perfectly melding to mine. Reed was too stiff, worried about being watched to enjoy it, but I still liked dancing with him, even if there were a few stubbed toes.

But when Dax took my hand, everything around me ceased to exist outside the two of us. His hands and body enraptured mine completely, telling a story as we danced together. Heat flared up my neck as I recalled how earlier had ended and the memory of our first time here.

The night I realized sex could be more than just body parts moving together.

Weirdly, this club was part of my transformation, and I had a new respect for it. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask Dax to sneak away, but every time someone would intercept one of us whenever I would get up enough courage to do it.

Besides, I knew the night was about Sera, and I wanted to celebrate her. I’d have plenty of time to fuck my boyfriends later.

“This has been the best day, Henley. Thank you so much. You’re a true friend.” Sera beamed at me, her smile so pure and light I wanted to bottle it up.

“I’m glad. We wanted you to have the full experience. You’re going to be a beautiful bride and an amazing stepmom. I realized tonight that you’re part of why I’m here and living the life I want right now. I owe you all the hugs and parties. You’re the best, Ser.”

“No, you are,” she teased, sending us in a back-and-forth match.

We hugged one another, swaying as we giggled, the champagne and drinks working their way through our systems.

“Come on, wife-to-be,” Sean said, pulling her out of my arms. “Let’s get something greasy on the way to the hotel to eat.”

“Oh, yes!”

I looked around the VIP area and noticed most of the people were gone. I picked up the few decorations and the remaining penis cupcakes and handed them out to the staff. Watching big burly bouncers munching hot pink penis cupcakes was worth every penny.

“Ready?” Fletcher asked, a brow raised as I tossed the last cup away. “They’ll clean up, baby.”

“I know. But I don’t want to be that person. It doesn’t hurt to help.”

“You’re too cute. Come on, the bus already left, but Dax got us a ride-share.”

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