Page 121 of Shade
We’re back at the house that night and I can’t help but think about how different this already is having her here. When Willa was our assistant, she didn’t spend a whole lot of time at the house when we were home. She traveled with us, but the house, I think Willa stayed clear of it in fear of knowing what we did here at night. Probably why she’s never lived with us.
With Scarlet around, I find myself thinking less and less about how the last seven months have been the worst in my life to this, sitting around a table outside at dinner, laughing with a girl I just met. I don’t do this sort of thing, have girls around me just for the company. They don’t want that from me. They want to say they’ve “been” with me, and then they’re onto the next guy.
I’ve grown accustomed to it and accepted it. I actually prefer it that way. You saw what happened with Rhya.
Camden shows up about the time the smoke from the barbecue fills the backyard. I swear that kid smells food and comes running next door.
Roan brings out a plate of hot dogs and hamburgers and sets them on the table in front of us. It’s me, Scarlet, Tiller, Camden, three other girls I’ve never seen before, and Auden. There are people in the pool too, ones I’ve also never seen, and Taco, he’s in the kitchen with Roan cooking.
Word to the wise. Don’t eat anything Taco gives you. His cooking skills are about as good as Scarlet’s driving skills.
Camden looks at Scarlet, tipping up his S3 hat we gave him the other day. “Who are you?”
Scarlet smiles and reaches for his hand, her hair whipping me in the face. “I’m Scarlet.”
Camden’s cheeks brighten and he smiles slyly. “Are you Shade’s girlfriend?”
I’m just about to answer for her, when she says, “No way. I’m their personal assistant.”
I can tell by the look on Camden’s face, he likes Scarlet already. Reaching forward, I smack the bill of his hat. “Don’t even think about it, Cam-man.”
That’s right. I’m letting a ten-year-old know Scarlet’s taken. No sense in confusing him.
Scarlet giggles and takes her seat again while Camden’s cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red. We all laugh, aside from Tiller who’s staring at the plate of food.
“I don’t think I can eat a dick-shaped food.” Tiller stares at the hot dog then the girl on his lap. “I’ll have a pussy instead.”
“What’s pussy?” Camden asks, reaching for the mustard and his own hot dog.
“It’s slang for a girl’s vagina,” I tell him truthfully. No sense in confusing the kid.
Scarlet snorts and whispers, “I can’t believe you just said that to him. How old is he?”
“I’m ten, but I’ll be eleven in a few months.”
Believe me, he’s heard worse. Remember? He witnessed live sex here once. Thank you, Tiller.
While Scarlet’s fixing herself a hot dog, I can’t help but notice the chick Tiller has with him tonight doesn’t appear to like Scarlet very much. Probably because she keeps glaring at her for sitting next to Tiller and talking to him. I want to say “hey, listen, I don’t like it either, but if you keep glaring at her, I might hit you.”
Truthfully, I’d never hit a girl and fuck, when did I get so possessive over a girl I met a week ago?
All those thoughts are lost momentarily because look who’s eating a hot dog?
Scarlet.
While Tiller may not want dick-shaped food, Scarlet seems to thoroughly enjoy it, but I tend to think this might possibly be paybacks for the incident earlier with Candi. Not only does she open her mouth wide enough to let’s say, fit a cock in there, she fucking smiles at me the entire time. Ordinarily biting down on it wouldn’t be my thing, and I’d certainly cringe thinking about my dick being bit, but it’s the way her lips wrap around it that gets me hard as a fucking rock.
I glance at Tiller and swallow, forcefully. He has the same expression as me, and I guarantee she’s enticing the same reaction from him.
Don’t believe me?
Just wait.
He bumps Scarlet with his elbow. “I got a real cock you can suck on. Or choke on. Either’s sexy.”
“Cock is like a chicken, right?” Camden asks curiously.
“Yes, it is.” Scarlet answers, before we can corrupt him any further.
