Macy bounces over to my bag while I let my hair out of the braids I put them in after my shower earlier. It’s not quite dry yet, but the waves are there like I wanted.
“I say this one.” She pulls out my plum maxi. It’s a stretchy cotton, ankle-length dress.
I shake my head. “I use that as a coverup for over my bathing suit.”
She frowns. “Why? It’s meant to be a dress.”
“Because it stretches around my ass and hips and shows every panty and bra line. At least when it’s a bathing suit, it makes sense.”
“Well, you haven’t worn it here, so it’s a dress this time.” She tosses it at me. “Wear it.”
I roll my eyes, tugging it off my head. “Fine. It’s long, so it’ll keep me warmer anyway.”
“Girl, you could wear your bikini to dinner and I bet that boy’d have you sweating without even touching you.”
“Shut up!” I hiss, looking to the adjoining door.
Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open before a huge, devious grin takes over. “That’s his room?”
I nod, pull my t-shirt off over my head and slip my dress on, letting my shorts fall to my feet.
I move back to the mirror to put on my earrings.
Loud moaning comes from behind me and I whip around, panicking when Macy lets out another, and then another and another.
“Macy!” I shriek, darting toward her, but she grabs the chair and rolls it between us, darting the opposite way from me. She turns her head, so her mouth is closer to the door and lets out a breathy, “Oh, yes!” and my face flames.
“You little bitch,” I squeak.
Footsteps pound behind me, and I look right as Krista and Carley nervously peek around the corner, both of them laughing when all they find is us.
Macy laughs silently, crossing her legs as if trying not to piss herself, and brings her finger to her lips telling them to keep it down.
“I’m gonna kill you!” I force through my teeth.
She laughs harder.
I yank the chair from her and attempt to cover her mouth, but all it does is make her moans sound desperate and muffled by blankets or something.
“Oh my god.” I look to Carley and Krista. “A little help, assholes?” I hiss, but they can hardly catch their breaths at this point.
“Why are we even whispering?” Carley giggles.
“Wait for it!” Macy says quietly, tipping her head back for one last sex call. “Don’t stop!”
That’s it!
I tug my dress up to my hips and jump on her, my hands smashing over her mouth just as she whips open the adjoining door, revealing a half-naked, dripping wet, frowning, Nico Sykes.
I freeze, Macy laughs uncontrollably now, and the girls gasp, followed by loud laughter.
His glower flails me, but just as quick, roams the room before settling on my naked legs around her waist. A single, dark brow quirks.
“Something I should know?” he teases.
My glare zooms to Macy.
She smacks my ass, letting my legs drop so I’m standing in front of her now, Nico still in the open doorway.
In a towel.
“She’s an idiot,” I offer, shoving Macy away with one hand.
“It was experimental, and effective,” Macy disagrees, shoving me right back. “If he only wanted to bang it out with you this weekend and ditch you come school, he’d have finished his shower in peace. The glare and balled fists show the truth.” She winks at him. “The boy’s smart, not willing to share our girl.”
Mine and Nico’s eyes meet.
Shows how much Macy knows.
Nico doesn’t give a damn. He probably just enjoys porn and her noises were, I don’t know, appealing or something.
I mean, I watched him have sex for shit’s sake, can’t fault him for simply listening to what he thought was me fucking.
A hard knock followed by a door opening echoes in Nico’s room.
“You ready, dickhead?” comes from inside and suddenly Trent is standing in our adjoining doorway.
He freezes, looks between us both and opens his mouth to speak but then something, or someone rather, catches his attention behind me and he glares.
Trent gently moves me to the side, so he can step in my room.
“What the fuck?” he spits.
I spin to see Krista is only in her underwear and bra.
She frowns at his words but then drops her eyes to her body. They pop back up wide and unaware. “Oh, shit!” She reaches for a towel off my floor and holds it in front of her. She grins. “To be fair, I had to run in here so I could see who was fucking!”
“What?!” he shouts.
She laughs loudly, dropping her head back. “Okay, that sounded worse. Come on, baby. I’ll explain in my room.” She wiggles her brows suggestively, disappearing with the others.
Trent looks at me, his irritation softening some. “Care if I walk through, Dem?”
“Go, just do us all a favor, and maybe close the door to her room?” My nose scrunches.