They passed a handful of cars and trucks that were parked on the grass. And then her mood took a nosedive when she saw Lindy. Fucking Lindy. For a second, Keira was confused why a girl like her would be seen at a lowkey party like this. She would hang out at Alistor’s, probably even Devil’s Bluff, because that was always organized by the elite, but this bonfire? It had like a handful of people, and not any of the cliques Lindy associated with. But she was on Big Mike’s lap, so maybe she just needed some quick dick, being a ho and all.
Lindy’s face lit up when she saw Reese, but when her eyes lowered to the fact that Reese held Keira's hand, the dirty look Keira was accustomed to seeing on Lindy’s face whenever she was near made an appearance.
Lindy turned her attention to Big Mike. He had his arm around her waist, and when he leaned in and said something in her ear, Keira practically heard Lindy purr in approval. Keira felt her face go up in flames when Lindy lowered her hand and cupped Big Mike right between the legs, not even caring that there was a group of people surrounding them.
Lindy took being a ho to the next level.
And then Big Mike stood, grabbed Lindy’s hand, and they walked over to a line of trees. Despite the shadows creeping around them, it was very clear what was going on.
Big Mike pressed Lindy against a tree, chest to the bark, kicked her legs apart, and reached in the front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out something small and square. A condom. He started going for the button of his jeans at the same time he tore the wrapper of the condom open with his teeth. Lindy wore a skirt, pulled the material up to her waist, and then popped her ass out like she was waiting to be mounted.
And then they were having sex… right in front of everyone.
Oh. My. God.
Keira turned away, seeing Reese staring at her with a confused look on his face. “What?” He glanced up to where she’d been looking, his eyes widened slightly, and then a disgusted look crossed his face.
“God, she never gives up. It’s fucking nasty.”
“Hey, man,” Nate called out, gesturing for them to come over. Nate stood, and he and Reese clapped each other on the back.
“What’s up, Keira,” Nate greeted, looking at her as if he were curious about her. They'd never spoken before now, so she felt weird, awkward even, as she gave him what she knew looked like an uncomfortable smile. Nate wrapped his arm around Keira’s shoulder, as if they’d been friends their whole life.
“Hey now,” Reese growled, this hard look covering his face. “You may be my best friend, man, but keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
Nate chuckled and let go of Keira right before Reese curled a hand around her waist and pulled her to his side.
“Possessive fucker,” Nate muttered, but he was grinning.
Reese didn’t respond, just leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
“Damn, getting soft, man?” Nate jabbed again, and Reese growled before flipping Nate off.
She loved that Reese didn’t care what others thought about him showing her affection.
“You guys want a beer?” Nate sat back down, right by a cooler Keira hadn’t noticed before now. He must have seen her staring, because he chuckled. “These motherfuckers drink the piss water. If I’m going to a bonfire, or partying at Devil’s Bluff, I’m bringing my own quality shit.”
“Um,” she said, not sure she needed to drink. The shit that happened at the last party she went to, and how she felt after consuming the alcohol, played through her mind.
Reese must have sensed her hesitance, because a second later, he said, “Nah, man, we’re good.”
Nate shrugged and grabbed a beer for himself.
Reese took one of the free lawn chairs, and to her surprise, he pulled her onto his lap. His lips found the shell of her ear, and he whispered, “Is this okay, me being all blatant that you’re mine?”
She licked her lips and shifted on his lap to look at his face. She nodded, and although she never saw herself as someone who would particularly like PDA, she couldn't deny this felt really nice. He curled his fingers around her hip and pulled her closer to him so her back rested against his chest. After a while, Keira grew more comfortable and enjoyed listening to the other people sitting around the bonfire talking. She didn't know the other people, and Reese, even Nate, seemed indifferent to them, but Keira was entertained by their drunken conversations.
A little while later, Lindy and Big Mike returned from their behind-the-tree fuck encounter. He sat down and pulled her on his lap again. It was clear Big Mike was pretty drunk, given his glossy eyes and the redness rimming them. His voice was also slurred as he told Nate to toss him a beer. Keira didn’t miss how Lindy kept staring at Reese right before she’d do something blatantly sexual to Mike. It was as if she tried to make Reese jealous, although Reese paid her no attention, which in turn clearly pissed Lindy off.
They sat around the fire for another couple of hours talking. Keira couldn’t help but laugh at the sordid and drunken stories Big Mike and Nate were telling. It seemed the more beer the guys drank, the looser their lips became.
She knew that if they had been sober, they certainly wouldn’t be revealing some of their more embarrassing tales to everyone.
Reese brushed a strand of hair away from her ear and said in his low, deeply sexual voice, “You want to leave soon? It’s getting kind of late.” He let his lips brush back and forth along the shell of her ear.
Reese had this powerful magnetism about him that made Keira putty in his hands.
