With all eyes on us, my heart beat grows into a soft thud in my chest. My breathing is heavy and my head is hazy. Standing in the middle of a small group of watchers, Kate’s fingers are working between my legs as Ethan is holding me from behind, his strong bulge, protruding into my lower back. God, kill me now. How did I get into this situation and why do I like it so much?
Leaning my head back against Ethan’s chest, his slow steady breathing, sends me into a mental bubble as I focus on it. I fight to keep my eyes closed in fear of seeing the actual number of people watching us. I feel Kate lean into me, pressing her lips against mine. Her lips are soft and taste like sweet liquor. Reaching up, Ethan’s large hand grips my chin, roughly turning me away from Kate to slam his lips into mine.
