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“That doesn’t seem to sum it up,” Brax states.

“That’s very fucking true,” Eldon adds, taking a swig of his drink as the four of us continue to watch her every move.

She’s carefree around Leila, who seems to lighten up around Raven too. They’re like oil and water on the exterior, Raven harsher around the edges than Leila, who usually seems more composed and timid, but there’s something deep inside of them that connects them on a level that can’t be explained or questioned.

Blindly reaching for my drink, I lift it to my lips, but when I tip my head back, no liquor comes out. “I’m out, I’m going to get another.” I wave my empty glass at them and they nod in acknowledgment but barely tear their gazes from our girl.

I almost bump into two different people on my way over, my focus repeatedly returning to her. Muttering my thanks as I take my fresh drink from the server, I pause when I turn to find a fourth year leaning in close to murmur in Leila’s ear first, then Raven’s.

Glancing toward my brothers, I find each of them glaring in his direction and quickly rush back to them.

“What’s going on? What’s he saying?” I ask, earning a glare from Eldon, who rapidly turns his attention back to Raven.

“How the fuck are we supposed to know?”

“She’s fine. She can handle herself,” Brax states with a shrug, but I sense the tension rolling off him in thunderous waves from him as he watches. He’s not as unaffected as he thinks he is.

Turning back to Raven, I watch as the fourth year places his hand at the base of her spine and she finally stops dancing. That’s my cue.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I grunt, leaving my fresh drink on the table as I head toward them.

Irritation rises from my toes all the way to my chest, swirling with determination with every step I take. Leila sees me first, eyes wide as she watches me approach, but she doesn’t try to stop me. If anything, she makes room for me to slip in beside my girl.

“Are you saving this dance for me, Raven?” I ask, draping my arm over her shoulders and pulling her firmly against my chest. My voice is calm while my blood boils beneath the surface.

“Hey, man, we’re dancing,” the drunk fourth year slurs, and Raven instantly wags her finger.

“No, I’m dancing with my friend. You just aren’t taking a hint.”

“You heard her, back off,” I grunt, my free hand clenching into a fist, ready to do whatever is necessary.

“Whatever. No pussy is worth this bullshit,” he grunts, stumbling back a step before disappearing into the crowd.

“He’s clearly never tasted your pussy, otherwise he would know that’s not true,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, earning me a shiver.

“Creed Wylder, you’re a menace,” she says with a smirk, wrapping her arms around my neck as she continues to sway.

“Don’t you fucking forget it.”

Her laugh is infectious as she throws her head back. The pearl shine has definitely worked its magic on her. The harsh exterior she usually hides behind has a little crack in it, just wide enough for a glimmer of her sweetness to shine through.

When she doesn’t let go, continuing to dance against me, I can’t help but move with her. It’s like there’s no one else here, just the two of us, the music getting more and more sensual with every song that passes, working up a sweat between us.

Raven spins in my hold, pressing her back to my front, and my cock nestles perfectly between her ass cheeks.

“You’re ruining me,” I breathe against her ear, and her tongue flicks out to trace over her bottom lip.

“I’m already ruined.”

Shaking my head, I take her hand and she follows willingly. “Not yet, you’re not.”

I’m not sure if she’s going to argue with me on the matter, but when I get to the edge of the dance floor, she’s right beside me, eager to see where I’m going to lead her. Not fucking far, that’s for sure. I won’t survive the walk home.

I want to race off, drag her along with me, but I can’t bear even that much distance between us. So I take my time, keeping her plastered to my side as we sneak behind one of the mausoleums and through the scattered bushes until we reach a large oak tree.

Need takes over when I’m sure we’re alone and I spin her around so her back is against the bark. In her sandals, I’m still taller and she almost feels delicate in my hold. Looks are deceiving though, because I know it’s her that has me in her grasp.

Gripping her waist with one hand, I lift my other to her cheek, running my thumb across her soft skin as she looks at me with wide eyes. No words spill between us as our breaths mingle together and my mouth gets closer to hers, inch by inch, until there’s no coming back and we collide in one final swoop.

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