“Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until later to bone each other?”
“We were just talking,” Randy calls back.
“Bullshit!” Miller rattles the door this time.
“Miller! You’re gonna break the handle off!”
“I’m fucking around, sweets.”
Randy pulls his boxers up and tucks himself away. I don’t get so much as a glimpse of his unit before it disappears. He picks up my dress from the floor, his gaze roaming over my totally naked body. He passes it to me and tweaks one of my nipples while my hands are occupied. I suck in a breath, and he smirks. Then he reaches for the doorknob.
“What’re you doing? I’m naked!” I whisper-shout, gripping his arm. The one covered in tattoos. The one with the fingers that were inside me not all that long ago.
“I’m not letting them in. I’m just gonna talk to Miller not through a door.”
We’re both sweaty. My hair feels damp. It smells like sex and latex in here. Randy’s hair is a mess. I’m sure my vagina is all over his beard. He’s got scratch and bite marks on his shoulders. Apparently I’m aggressive during sex.
“Well, wait until I have some clothes on, please!” The dress is inside out, and the lamplight doesn’t make it any easier to figure out which way around it’s supposed to be. Randy turns on the overhead light to help.
“The price tag is still on that,” he points out.
“I know. I’m returning it when I get home.”
“What? Why? You’re smokin’ hot in that dress.”
“It’s not like I’ll have anywhere to wear it again.”
He reaches over and yanks the tag free. “You can wear it tomorrow night, when I take you out for dinner.”
He crumples the tag in his fist and flips the lock, opening the door.
I shove my hands through the straps and pull the top up so my boobs aren’t on display. Sunny may have seen them before, but I don’t need Miller checking me out.
“Dude!” Miller says. “You couldn’t even put on clothes? Sunny, don’t look.”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen him in swim shorts before. Oh, wow. You might wanna do—something with…” She makes a sound and then stops talking.
“Where’s Lily?” Miller doesn’t sound happy.
“I’m right here.” I step out from behind Randy—he’s broad and tall enough to hide behind. “Can you zip me up?”
“Sure thing.” He tugs the zipper, skimming my spine along the way. I shiver at the gentle press of his lips between my shoulders.
Miller makes an unimpressed noise.
“Oh, no.” Sunny claps a hand over her mouth.
“What?”
“Your hair!”
“What about it?” I touch the front. It’s flipping out instead of under right now, but that’s not a big deal. I can always attribute it to the humidity.
“No, the back! Sunny shoves her way past Miller and Randy and takes my hand, leading me to the bathroom. She turns on the light, slams the door shut, and locks it. Taking me by the shoulders, she turns me to face the mirror.
“Oh, shit!” The back of my hair is like a peacock. It gives new meaning to bedhead. There was a lot of vigorous thrusting. The state of my hair reflects that. My skin is flushed, and the rest of my hair has started to curl out at the ends, but otherwise, I don’t look too bad—I don’t think, anyway.
“Everything okay in there, ladies?” Miller asks.
Sunny opens the door and jabs a finger in Randy’s direction. “I’m fixing Lily’s sex hair, no thanks to you!”
He’s already got his pants back on and is shrugging into his shirt. It’s a whole lot wrinkly now. Sunny closes the door and locks it again, then starts finger-combing out the knots.
“Ow!”
“Stop whining and help me! Dinner’s already started, and people are wondering where the two of you are.”
“I bet no one even noticed.”
“Alex did.” She turns on the tap and lowers her voice. “You’ve been gone more than an hour!”
“We have not.”
“Oh, yes. You have. It’s almost eight.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.” Her fingers get caught in my tangled hair, and she struggles to pull them free. “So?”
“So what?”
She lowers her voice even more. “Don’t so what me. How was it?”
“Remember how I told you about that spontaneous orgasm I had before?”
“Did that happen again?” She says it way louder than she should.
“Shh!”
She mouths sorry. “Did it?”
“No, but it was the same kind of orgasm. So intense. I don’t even know how to describe it. God, Sunny, the sex was incredible.”
“Better than with Benji?”
“There isn’t even a comparison.”
“See? I knew a fling was exactly what you needed. Sometimes there’s no replacement for hot sex.”
“Yeah. Totally.” No strings. No attachments. Just a whole lot of awesome orgasms.
Chapter 11
All The Thwarts
RANDY
Miller’s pissed at me. I don’t see why. It’s not like anyone but Lily’s going to sleep on those sexed-up sheets. And no one cares if we go missing. We’re not essential to the party.