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“Fuck no,” I growl, dropping my hands to her ass and giving it a squeeze. “It’s fucking torture. But he’s never going to approve of you being with me.”
She sighs. “This sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.” I kiss her one last time, soft and slow, taking my time. This weekend is going to be all about these little stolen moments, and I plan on taking advantage of every single one.
We find Sophie and Kody at the nearest bar, the later of the two still flirting his ass off. Sophie’s eating it up. I’m surprised there aren’t hearts in her eyes. Poor thing’s going to have her heart broken by the end of the weekend. I love Kody, but he’s a “hit it and quit it” kind of guy. I might need to get Ellie to give her a heads up.
Reluctantly, I let go of Ivy’s hand, immediately missing her even though she’s standing right next to me. I’m completely gone for this girl. I don’t know how, but I need to prove to Brady that Iamgood enough for her. I want to claim her as mine, shout it from the rooftops–and that starts with her brother.
By the time we get back to our camp, Ellie’s gloating after beating Brady in the last round. Harley and Tom have turned on the portable barbeque and cooking up burgers and sausages for us while Wren and Ivy throw together a salad. We scarf down our food while the girls are mapping out who they want to see.
The band Palmer’s cousin is in–The Raging Oceans–are playing on one of the smaller stages in an hour. Forever Summer is the headline act, taking the main stage at nine tonight. In between there are a few other bands the others are interested in, and I grin at the possibility of being able to sneak off with Ivy.
My eyes drift over to where she sits cross-legged on the ground in between Ellie and Wren. She’s wearing a pair of denim cut-offs and a white crocheted top that shows off her tanned stomach. Underneath, a black bra holds in her pert tits. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, exposing all the beautiful skin I want to run my lips over: across her neck, down over her collarbone and between those beautiful breasts. My dick twitches and I shift uncomfortably in my chair, finally tearing my gaze away from her–only to lock eyes with a murderous Brady.
Fuck. I look away quickly, pulling my baseball cap over my eyes. I need to be more careful or I’m not going to survive the weekend.
“You good, man?” Dave asks.
“Yeah,” I grunt out. “Peachy.”
He chuckles. “She’s a fucking ten, brother, but are you prepared to get your head bashed in for some pussy? There’s no chance in hell that Willis is going to let you anywhere near his sister.”
My fists clench at his crude words. He doesn’t know the half of it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh, sure. You’re about as subtle as a bull in a china shop the way you’re mooning over her. But if it’s any consolation, I think she’s into you too.”
I turn my head and stare at him, mouth agape. How–?
He smirks, clapping me on the back. “I’m not fucking blind. But neither is her brother.” He shrugs. “I’ve got your back if it comes to it, you know that. But it’s three on four, so I don’t like your chances.”
I huff out a sigh. “Just keep your observations–and opinions–to yourself.”
Dave salutes me. “Whatever you say. But if you need someone to run interference this weekend, I’m your man.”
THIRTY
IVY
MY BODY IS hyper aware of where Conrad is at all times. It’s like we’re being drawn together, but somehow Brady keeps positioning himself between us. We’re three rows back from the stage, screaming the lyrics to The Raging Ocean’s latest track along with the crowd. My body’s swaying along to the beat, my hands raised above my head. Wren’s standing to my left, with Brady behind her, resting his hands on her hips. Dave and Conrad are on the other side of them, and I can feel Conrad’s eyes on me.
I fan myself with my left hand, bringing my drink up to my lips only to find it’s empty. I look up to Brady with a pout. He rolls his eyes, leaning down to shout in Wren’s ear, who nods in response. He grabs my empty cup and gestures to Harley, who agrees to go with them. The three turn and start pushing their way through the crowd.
Once they’re out of sight, I risk a glance at Conrad. Sure enough those ice blue eyes are locked on me. My stomach flips as he jerks his head to the left, telling me to follow him. Dave gives us a knowing grin but doesn’t take his eyes off the band on the stage as he jumps up and down, pumping his fist in the air. I wonder if Conrad told him… and if he can keep a secret.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I risk a glance at the rest of our group, who are thankfully still watching the stage. I slip past Dave, who quickly takes my place, effectively blocking the view of me and Conrad. My heart races as I slip my hand into his and let him pull me through the crowd until we’re completely out of view.
He spins me so I’m standing with my back to his chest, his hands splayed over my stomach. I’m hot and sweaty, completely gross from being in the mosh pit. I probably smell, but Conrad presses his lips against my neck–I don’t care anymore.
“This is killing me,” he growls just loud enough for me to hear over the band. I can feel his hard length pressed up against me. I wiggle my butt until his hold tightens, stilling my hips. “Unless you want me to blow in my pants, Princess, you need to stop.” He punctuates his sentence with an open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the pressure in my core. Somehow, the risk of being caught is a massive turn on.
I twist in his arms, sliding my hands over his shoulders and pull him down to my mouth. My tongue slides between his lips and his hands squeeze my ass, pulling me flush against him as we lose ourselves in each other.
Breaking the kiss, Conrad rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver. We’re surrounded by thousands of people, but it feels like it’s just the two of us. He leans in and gives me one more chaste kiss before gently guiding me back to where our friends are standing by his hands on my hips.
We spot Dave dancing with Ellie, and thankfully Brady isn’t back from the bar yet. Conrad’s hands drop from my hips, but not before Tom turns around catches us. His eyes widen and my stomach drops, but oddly enough–he doesn’t look upset. He just cocks his head and gives me a small smile before turning back to watch as the band announces their final song. Conrad steps away from me and I wrap my hands around my waist where his hands were, suddenly feeling dizzy. We’ve barely been here for five hours and we’ve already been busted. Is Tom going to call us out?
Wren pushes through the crowd holding three drinks in front of her, a bottle of water sticking out of her small handbag.
