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He pulls me to my feet, my mouth releasing him with a pop as his mouth immediately devours mine, and he lowers me back onto the bed, kissing down my neck and paying attention to my boobs as he works my underwear down my legs, his lips trailing further down my stomach as he discards them. My back arches as his tongue finds my clit and sucks; I am already getting close, thanks to my own playing, and his expert tongue flicks have me writhing beneath him.
Just as I get to the edge of oblivion, he stops making me grumble in protest, and I catch his smirk as he moves further up my body, kissing, sucking as teasing until he gets to my lips and kisses me deeply, lining himself up at the same time and we both moan in pleasure as I lift my hips to meet his my pussy clenching around his dick.
We move together, his lips still tasting mine, as his hand moves to grasp my neck, squeezing just tight enough to heighten my pleasure, and my nails dig into his back in response. He picks up the pace, both of us getting closer to the edge; as he changes the angle slightly, it causes a delicious amount of friction against my clit, and wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me; Riot’s deep voice growls out my name as he reaches his own climax.
Once we’ve come back down from our high and have caught our breath, he peppers me in kisses and then starts to get up.
“As much as I would love to stay and cuddle with you, we really need to get ready,” Riot says as I look at him curiously.
My eyes widen, “Well shit, I’d completely forgotten where we were.”
He chuckles as he strides naked over to his bag and starts to rummage around, looking for his clothes. I have a quick shower because I’m now sweaty, and that’s not a great look for the ball or in general. One of the things that I love about Pete’s father’s place is that they keep the rooms fully equipped with everything that you could need; this means that I didn’t need to bring hair curlers or anything; they have it all.
As always, I keep my hair and makeup relatively light and minimal, mostly because I simply don’t have the skills in order to do it. While I’m sitting there, Riot moves past me every now and again and brushes a hand over my back or kisses my shoulder, and every time that he does it, he sets off a whole fleet of butterflies in my stomach, and I’m just so full of love for him.
We also predictably dissolve into song when one of our favourites comes on Riot’s phone, which has us both grinning like crazy people and dancing around erratically.
This is the scene that Rafe walks in on, and immediately, a giant smile crosses his face, “I was just coming to see if you were ready yet; everyone else is heading downstairs.”
Riot and I share a surprised look; he’s shirtless still, and I’m still in my underwear, although I do have my hair and makeup done, so it’s just a case of having to put my dress and shoes on.
“Whoops,” Riot grins cheekily, striding over to Rafe, who watches him approach with hooded eyes; they kiss each other thoroughly, hands exploring and making me want to join in so badly that I only just manage to hold myself back, and that’s only because I’m already late and I’ve just done my hair.
However, Riot steps back, smirking at me, and then walking over to grab his shirt. Rafe’s eyes move to me, and he strides over, pulling me close as he kisses me. He then smiles softly before a wicked glint enters his eyes, and he smacks my ass.
“Better get dressed, Baby,” he chuckles.
I’d give him shit for telling me what to do, but he’s right. I really need to get dressed. It doesn’t take me very long at all, and before we leave the room, I pull them both close and kiss them softly, telling each of them that I love them and smiling more when they reply.
As we’re walking down the hallway to the staircase, which, as always, has been cordoned off so no guests can make their way upstairs, I can hear the party downstairs, and it makes me grin as the excitement starts to build. I love Shawn and Zeke’s parties; they’re always so good, with very little drama.
If we forget about the one where I ended up murdering someone in the upstairs closet, to be fair, that wasn’t their drama. That was ours.
“Did Pete and Elijah speak to Elijah’s parents?” I ask, “How did it go?”
“I’m surprised that you didn’t hear the yells up here. They were even more excited than Pete’s parents, and then they turned up, and they all joined in celebrating excitedly and talking about the engagement party. I think it’s a good job that Pete is happy to hand over the reins for that because I have a feeling all four of them are going to end up planning it.” Rafe smiles happily as he explains.
“I love that they both have such supportive parents,” I say.
“Me too,” Riot agrees, a slight sadness in his eyes, and both Rafe and I grab his hands and squeeze them tightly, making him smile. “Let’s go and party.”
“Hell yeah.” I agree, as I let go and start to rush down the stairs, which is precarious because I’m wearing heels, and I’m not exactly an expert when it comes to walking in them.
Pete can do it better than I can, and he likes to point that out at every opportunity he can.
“You look absolutely stunning, Angel,” Jensen compliments me as soon as his eyes land on me, making my cheeks heat.
The others all give me similar compliments and kisses, and by the end of it, I’m feeling incredibly spoilt and loved.
“I’m so fucking lucky, look at you guys,” I compliment back, making them grin, and Atty, Jensen, Luc, and Cash all pull ridiculous poses that make people stare, and me burst out laughing.
We quickly make our way into the ballroom and disperse into the crowd as those of us who like dancing are immediately drawn to the dance floor, thanks to the brilliant music that they’ve got playing.
“Damn, look at you all colour-coordinated!” Pete yells, suddenly appearing in my sightline.
“Are you proud?” I grin.
He takes my hand and spins me around, “Damn straight I am.”
