Having shooed the onlookers out the cabin with a series of cusses and dirty looks, I’m tugging on my clothes at a lazy speed. It’s not like I care that Brian’s watching me with that hungry look. I know his one fuck policy. With my shirt half way over my head, I move towards the door only for an arm to loop round my waist, pulling me back. “Brian, we have to go,” I mutter, tilting my head sideways as he nuzzles my neck before pushing him away and walking out. I have to get as far away from him as possible before I end up letting him fuck me again. I don’t bottom as it is. It feels as if everyone’s watching me. Hell, maybe they are. Emmett probably stood on top of a log and announced it, knowing him. I love the guy but sometimes I wish someone would like, sew his mouth shut. “Hey Taylor, wanna shove something up your ass!?” As usual, Hobbs has something to say but I’m not in the mood to listen to his bullcrap taunting. You’d think he’d have something better to do but, evidentially, he doesn’t. I pass Cody, my hand thrusting out as I clench his shirt in my fist, dragging him behind me. He may be a complete psycho but he’s useful for some things. Leading him past a clump of trees, I lean against one of them so I’m hidden from sight before pushing him down onto his knees and looking away. He knows what to do. My head lolls back against the wood as my lips part slightly, his warm lips encasing my dick. As he continues his ministrations, I glance at my bare and very viciously bruised wrists. The blue and black discoloring is obvious when compared to my originally alabaster skin. Just the thought of the sex with Brian is enough to make me cum so, naturally, I shoot down Cody’s throat. He swallows it hungrily and I want to gag. When did I stoop so low as to seeking out my ex to blow me? “Oh, my God. You can’t keep it in your pants for a second can you!?” Lazily, I let my head flop to the side; tired blue eyes resting on Debbie as she stands there in all her glory, hands on her hips. She was frowning slightly, but I could make out the amusement in her eyes. It mirrored that found in the eyes of my friends as they appeared behind her. Emmett’s hands flew over his mouth in an attempt to hide the laughter which threatened to spill from his lips, Ted just rolled his eyes as a smile tugged on his lips and Mikey? Well Mikey looked ready to explode he was snickering so much. Zipping up my pants, I flash a cheeky grin in their direction. “You know me, better out than in I say,” I tease, walking away from Cody without so much as a second glance. My arm is slung round Mikey’s shoulder as I manoeuvre him back towards the main camp-ground and the roaring fire in the centre of it where everyone else is sat, amusing themselves. Out the corner of my eye I spot Brian and the cheeky fucker’s GLARING at me! So I just have to glare back from under my hair, Mikey catching my glance and tugging my arm so I all but fall onto the log beside us, landing rather painfully on my tail bone but manage only to wince. Brian, Ben and Drew sit across from us, Em plastered to the side of the latter. Ben winks at Mikey, who blushes, but doesn’t let go of my arm, obviously worrying I plan on running away from him. Then again, I probably would. It’s when I see Hobbs watching me from the edge of the trees that I manage to worm my way out of Mikey’s grasp, staring at Chris. “Fag…” he mouths, sneering before he disappears into the darkness with me running after him, ignoring the yells from my friends.