Page 111 of Shade
Do you see that guy sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands? The one with his shirt off and a towel around his waist?
He’s confused. He’s never been turned down before.
I know what you’re thinking, or at least I have a general assumption of what you’re thinking. Everyone is turned down at some point in their life.
I can honestly say no, I haven’t been. From an early age, I’ve never had to work at getting some. Given my clout in the gnarly world of freestyle motocross, all I’ve had to do is glance in a girl’s direction and she was on my dick.
Again, I know what you’re thinking. Cocky much?
Yeah, probably.
So that’s why I’m completely thrown by Scarlet turning me down. Maybe she truly isn’t interested in sleeping with me, but then again, I see the way she watches me. There’s interest there.
Who was she talking about me kissing? I don’t recall kissing anyone the other night, but then again, there was someone in my room that night, wasn’t there?
Tiller walks in, holding his hip and limping on his fucked-up knee. “Dude, what’s your deal?”
My head snaps up when the door closes behind him. Originally, when the room was booked a month ago, we hadseparaterooms. Scarlet didn’t want to share a room with me, stupid, right? Here I am with Tiller because if he and Roan were in a room, one would die.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I mumble, flopping back on the bed dramatically. “Did I take a girl in my room with me the other night?”
“Yeah.” He stops in front of me, pretends he’s going to dump the bucket of ice in his hand on my head and then steps back raising an eyebrow at me. “Mad because I fucked her first?”
My eyes widen and I sit straight up. “Who?”
“Scarlet.” He laughs, setting the ice bucket on the nightstand. He falls back on the bed, then groans, having hurt his hip at some point tonight and rolls onto his left side to face me. “I fucked her that first night.”
Take notice in his face, the gleam in his eyes, the relaxed posture. “You did not.”
He shrugs, reaches for the bucket, and dumps the entire thing on his swollen knee. “Idid.”
Tiller doesn’t lie. At least he usually doesn’t. But do I believe him?
Actually, I do. Maybe that’s why she’s turning me down. Doesn’t want me to think she’s a slut by sleeping with all of us. Though she certainly wouldn’t be the first girl to make the rounds with all of us. Something about her tells me she’s not exactly like that.
DESPITE BEING TIRED, I can’t sleep. Probably because Tiller is up all night long with the stomach flu, or if you ask me, some kind of weird you-shouldn’t-have-fucked-a-girl-in-the-catacombs payback.
I told him that was a bad idea but naturally, when has Tiller ever listened to me?
Never.
I’m also pissed Scarlet had sex with him and not me. Still doesn’t stop me from wanting her, but now I want to know why she chose him over me.
That’s exactly how I end up in her room that morning with a chicken bone in hand and coffee, for me of course. If I were going to bring her coffee, she needed to give me something in return.
I might not have thought it through because guess who’s sleeping in nothing but a tank top with no bra? Scarlet Rose.
I can see her nipple rings and want to draw each one into my mouth and suck on the hardened pebbles.
Fuck me. No really, Iwanther to.
While I contemplate all the ways I can have sex with her in this bed before we have to leave, and fight the urge to act on it, I watch her sleep like some kind of creep. I hadn’t realized how naturally beautiful she is. Milky white skin, wild curls, adorable little button nose and full cheeks with a dusting of freckles across her cheeks. She’s definitely beautiful and in a natural, pure way.
Despite the nipple rings, she doesn’t appear to have any tattoos and I kind of find that hot. She’s unmarked by anyone.
Aside from Tiller. Goddamn it. Did he really have sex with her? I try to recall their interactions yesterday. She’s mean to him. But then again, most women who sleep with Tiller are never nice to him afterward. Apparently he makes them bleed. Whatever the fuck that means. Probably something to do with the fact that he’s a virgin stealer?
Scarlet wasn’t a virgin. No fucking way.
