Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,23

not leaving this table for shit until I get every juicy detail. Now, this is the shit I’m talking about. I’m so glad I came.” She sighed.

We all agreed and then turned our focus to the threesome across the pool. Jake’s hand roamed across the small of her back while Ender held a bottle of raspberry Stoli.

“Jesus fuck.” I grabbed my bottled water, taking a long drink, and the three of us watched in erotic rapture.

“Chance, grab the tray of wine from the waiter.” Cindy snapped, but Chance listened. I suspected he needed some alcohol himself. However, our eyes never left the threesome. “I can’t chance missing any of this.” Cindy blindly grabbed a glass off the tray. It was like the party and music melted away, and we had a sensual private show about to start. Jake’s hand never left her as he escorted her to the booty ice sculpture.

Ender looked as though he were explaining something. She nodded and stepped forward, pressing her mouth right at the crack that ran down between both ice globes. Ender slid a shot of raspberry vodka down to meet her waiting mouth. She took every last bit and grabbed her throat, mouthing something to a smiling Ender. Jake came around her and licked a drop that clung to her lip.

“Ugh, the burn…” Cindy moaned and I squeezed my thighs together. Chance got up and walked to the bar. Either he was affected or had enough of us. “We need to move closer, this way we won’t miss anything. Sheesh, it’s freakin’ hot out here.”

I agreed, and Abel finally made his way over to greet Cindy. He and Woody had been playing DJ thus far.

“I’m glad you made it, Cindy.” He pulled her into a hug. “We’ve missed you.”

“Aww, how is it possible someone as hot as you can be so damn cute, too? You’re a conundrum. You know that?” She embraced him and thanked him for having her. He released her with a sexy smile still on his face. “Nice shirt, Ace.” She guffawed and he winked. She recently kidded him about nabbing my heart.

He wore a grey T-shirt that stretched across his hard chest that said Obey. Colorful tattoos ran down his arms to his fingers. A pair of black board shorts sat low on his trim waist and hung below his knees. His hair was slicked back and a five o’clock shadow dimpled when he smiled. Obey was a brand name he favored, but I didn’t expect her to know that. I’m positive she was assuming it was a BDSM thing, and he was a caveman. Which he was. But he was all about double meanings.

“Well, I’d say stop eye-raping him, but he’s yours. So have at it,” Cindy said, stepping aside, and I stepped up, taking her place in his arms.

Abel pulled me into the crook of his arm and turned to Cindy. “You say hello to Wood yet?”

I nestled my face into his chest, not wanting to see the sour look she wore.

She tapped her chin for a minute thinking. “Oh, you mean McPrick. Nah…”

“Once upon a time, Cin, you adored him, and he adored you. Life’s too short to waste time crying over the hand you have been dealt. It’s your responsibility to make the best of what you have. I used to struggle. So I understand.”

She blinked a few times, but no words came.

“A famous quote I’ll never forget. ‘Hell is to drift. Heaven is to steer.’” He reached up, squeezing her arm. “Steer your way happy, babe.”

She chewed her cheek before responding. “I’m fucking blown away. Where is that badass, deviant rocker I knew?”

“He’s still here…just maturing a bit. About time, no?” he said, reaching across my belly with his hand.

“Yes, and I’m going to be a happy auntie. But, all this Zen shit you’re laying on me is fuckin’ with my head.”

“Good! A good head-fucking does a person good. I came…I conquered…and now I’ll leave you to it.” He smacked a wet, juicy kiss on my lips and walked over to Ender and Jake.

And we watched.

By six o’clock, our lavish July Fourth party was in full swing with over two hundred guests mingling and nibbling on Michael’s exquisite hors d’oeuvres. Two enormous charcoal grills continued to provide traditional Fourth staples: burgers, hot-dogs, ribs, chicken, corn, and shish-kabobs. Some people danced by the edge of the pool to hip-hop songs while others socialized, sitting on padded lounge chairs or in private cabanas. The bars still