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“We can if you want.” I grabbed her closest hand and moved it down to my cock. It was rapidly getting hard again from the sight of her nude body stretched out next to me. “It’s your decision.”
She gave me an impish smile and lightly teased the head of my cock with the slightest brush of a fingertip. “I really do love history,” she said, voice dripping with wicked delight. “We should definitely study.”
I growled and climbed on top of her. “I know you don’t mean that,” I muttered against her ear, settling my weight over her.
She kissed me again, just as hungrily as before, and we tumbled toward oblivion, pushing everything else in the world away as we took and took from each other. Both of us needed this; needed to forget all the dark, twisted things that were threatening to take over our lives.
One day, Amerie would be free and clear from all of it, and she’d get everything the world owed to her for making her endure so much shit.
I’d make damn fucking sure of it.
Amerie
“It’s just down there.” Jensen dipped his chin toward the granite cliffs at the far end of the beach.
A couple of feet above the sand, a gaping cave opening flickered with reddish-orange light. The glow made the entrance look like a doorway to hell.
“I still can’t believe you guys actually have parties in these things,” I said, wrapping my cardigan tighter around myself as the wind whipped through my hair.
Jensen chuckled. “It’s more fun than you’d think. Trust me.”
He grabbed my hand and helped me up into the cave mouth. A narrow tunnel lay beyond, littered with shells and stones. As we stepped through the cold, dim passage, a wave of music and disembodied laughter and chatter echoed through from the main chamber. Woodsmoke wafted past, mixing with the briny sea air flowing in from behind us.
The narrow passage finally ended, spitting us out into an enormous cathedral-like chamber. I took it in with wide eyes, unable to believe how big it was. Even bigger than the cave Ali and Zara lured me into last Saturday night. That one was well-concealed and difficult to reach, though, whereas anyone could walk into this cave straight off the beach. They probably preferred the obscurity of the other one, considering the air of mystery surrounding their organization.
In the middle of the cavern, people were throwing driftwood onto a roaring bonfire. Some of the smoke lingered in the area around it, but most of it twisted upward in wispy gray tendrils, slipping into a narrow crack in the high ceiling.
On the right side of the space, someone had set up a large black camping table. It was laden with bottles of beer, whiskey, vodka, and mixers, along with a few packets of chips, pretzels, and candy. Someone had also set up a speaker next to that, and heavy bass reverberated through the chamber, blending with a cacophony of drunken shouts, murmured conversations, and shrieks of laughter.
“Wow,” I said, turning back to Jensen. “This is actually the most normal party I’ve seen in Vanderwild Bay so far. I mean, apart from the cave part.”
He laughed. “Now you know why I like these things. Totally unpretentious.”
“Guess I’ll send that first check-in text to Zara,” I said, snapping a photo of the party with my phone.
When the message was sent, Jensen lifted a finger to his mouth to warn me to be silent for a moment. At the same time, he motioned for me to hand over my phone and purse. I tucked my phone into a side pocket of the purse and gave it to him, brows knitting as I wondered where he was going to stash it.
He gestured for me to follow him over to the drinks table. Then he crouched and tucked my purse into a small crevice behind it.
“Now we can talk freely,” he said, rising back to his full height with a self-satisfied grin. “If anyone happens to be listening in on the bug, all they’ll hear is party noises and chatter. Nothing suspicious about that.”
“Nice.” I glanced around the space. “Do you see Teddy anywhere?”
“Nope. But August said he definitely knows about the party, so he should be here somewhere,” Jensen said. He caught the eye of a tall, skinny brown-haired guy a second later and lifted a hand in greeting. “Chris might know. They used to play hockey together.”
We headed over to the skinny guy. As we approached him, his right hand shot out, clasping together with Jensen’s in a firm grip. “Hey, man. Good to see you,” the guy said with a friendly grin. “How you doing?”
“Not bad,” Jensen said. He gestured to me. “This is Amerie, by the way. Amerie, this is Chris.”
“Oh, I know who Amerie is.” Chris shuffled closer and lowered his voice, eyes lingering on me. “If you’re looking to score some shit, Ben Fields has coke and molly. I think Mona Pierson might have some weed, too.”
“No thanks,” I said flatly.
Jensen’s eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t do that shit, man.”
“Oh.” Chris’s brows rose. “Sorry, I thought—”
Jensen cut him off. “Have you seen Teddy Oakeshott tonight?”
