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“You’re not crazy, Zane,” I whisper, my skin tingling from where his fingers trace patterns on my thigh.
“I am crazy,” he answers without a hint of hesitation. He doesn’t sound upset by the fact. “But I’m crazy for you, so there’s a difference.”
“There is?” I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood when the pad of his finger begins to brush against my inner thigh, eliciting a fresh round of goose bumps.
“Of course. Because everything I do—even the things that some people deem insane—are done for you. Duh.” He plants another chaste kiss to my head, and I swear the butterflies in my stomach turn radioactive, flapping their wings erratically.
“...truth or dare?” a masculine voice says. At first, I think Aric is talking to me, but then I turn to see that his attention is on the girl who Piper introduced as Charlie.
“Dare.” Charlie grins seductively, her cherry red lips stretching. She glances over Elizabeth’s head, toward Landon and Dominic, and her eyes heat, turning almost molten.
A strange, insidious feeling slithers through me like a hungry viper, and I find myself straightening nearly imperceptibly.
“I dare you to make out with Elizabeth,” Aric says, and all the guys—minus my four—begin to cheer and hoot in excitement.
Charlie’s smile merely broadens as she slips off the edge of the hot tub and steps right between Elizabeth’s thighs.
Directly beside Landon.
Dread plummets in my stomach like a humongous boulder.
“Ellie, calm down. You’re tense, princesa,” Zane murmurs in my ear, wrapping an arm around me.
But I can’t pull my attention away from the two beautiful girls slyly glancing at my guys out of the corner of their eyes. They’re directly beside Landon and only one person away from Dominic. Beckett sits across from them.
God, I know what jealousy feels like, obviously, but I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt it this strongly.
These women are sexy and beautiful, and they’re obviously interested in my guys. They’re not giving any of the others even an ounce of attention.
Charlie leans forward and begins to nip at Elizabeth’s lower lip, light, teasing kisses that have some of the guys shouting for more. Then Charlie grabs a fistful of Elizabeth’s stringy blonde hair and deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling, their hands roaming. I quite literally think I’m going to vomit when Elizabeth reaches for the tie connecting Charlie’s bikini top and unties it, allowing the material to slide down Charlie’s arms. Charlie tosses the material away—in Beckett’s direction, I realize numbly—and Elizabeth reaches up to pluck at Charlie’s nipples.
I don’t dare look at my guys.
Are they watching?
Are they turned on?
The rest of the guys in the hot tub are certainly enjoying the show. I can see more than one person cupping their junk through their swim shorts. Even Piper is staring at the two girls with unbridled lust in her eyes.
Elizabeth must lose her bikini top too, because in the next second, I feel the fabric touch my face. I swat at it as though it’s burning my skin like acid, and the material falls into the water, bobbing just above the surface.
The two girls are still putting on a show—their tongues tangling, their bare breasts touching, their hands roaming—and I finally gather the courage to look at my guys.
Only to find all of them watching me.
Zane is playing with a strand of my hair as if he hasn’t a care in the world, humming an unfamiliar tune under his breath. He doesn’t even seem to notice the two girls making out. Beckett is staring at me in concern, and Landon and Dominic are deep in conversation with each other, their bodies turned to block out the gyrating bodies.
A strange burst of warmth floods me at the knowledge that my guys don’t want these girls. Yes, they may be beautiful, but they’re not who the guys of Mania want.
They only want me.
The butterflies from before make a reappearance in my stomach as I snuggle back against Zane’s chest. He seems to physically deflate in relief, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.
“Don’t worry about other girls, princesa,” he whispers in my ear, correctly guessing the direction my thoughts have wandered. I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure they all knew exactly what I was thinking. “There’s only you, and there will only ever be you.”
“We’re not interested in other girls,” Dom adds softly. “They don’t hold a candle to you.”
“You guys are just…” I struggle to find the right words to adequately encapsulate all of my thoughts.
