Page 124 of Shade
Drunk girl + rope swing = disaster.
Scarlet does exactly as we say, but I didn’t take into account that she weighs considerably less than any of us and overshoots the landing. She lands in the rocks curled up next to a cactus and let me tell you, she’s pissed off.
“You motherfuckers!” she shouts, standing up, bleeding from her legs and arms. Not badly, more like a pincushion with tiny beads of crimson.
I panic, as does Auden. “Oh shit!”
We jump down from the roof and get over to her at the same time as Tiller and Roan do.
For a moment, Scarlet doesn’t say anything and looks like she’s either on the brink of tears or going to blow up on us for convincing her to do it.
With shaking and bleeding hands, she attempts to, I don’t know, calm her curls down? All this looks like is her petting her hair. “What the fuckin’ hell?”
I look to Tiller, then Roan, and Auden, and back to Scarlet who’s glaring at me like I had something to do with this. Clearly I did, but not her landing her skinny ass around a cactus. The same one I hit when I was learning how to jump off roofs.
I reach out a hand to her, helping her off the rocks and down to the pool deck. “Uh, um, you’re all right, right?”
Again, I’m not sure if she’s in shock or what, but tears form in her eyes, and she masks them by ripping the beer from Roan’s hands, chugging it, then asking, “Do you have any Band-Aids?”
Tipping my sunglasses up, I nod. “Yeah, somewhere in the house.”
I take her inside, grab some duct tape and she sits on the counter in the kitchen, legs spread apart examining her elbow. “What’s the duct tape for?”
I pull out a strip and rip it off with my teeth, then place it over the marks and lift slowly. “To get the spines out. You’ve got some still in your thigh and elbow.”
Along with the various scrapes and scratches, I can see a bruise forming on her right hip.
She hisses in pain when I run my fingers over it, tenderly. “Does it hurt?”
She shrugs, but at my touch, her legs widen as if automatically. “Not really. The tape did.”
Okay, let me pause here. You’re aware that Scarlet has her nipples pierced, right? Yes? And she has her belly button pierced with a rather tasteful diamond loop.
Guess what else she has pierced that gets me hard pretty much instantly?
Her fucking clit. I can see it through her turquoise and pink flower bikini bottoms. I’ve fucked a few girls with them, and I’m well aware of what they looked like concealed under bikini bottoms.
I swallow, rather heavily, down the drink I have in hand and then set my sunglasses on the counter as I reach for a box of Band-Aids. Fuck, just fucking fuck.
Eminem’s “Love Game” blares through the house, nearly twenty people in the room next to us, some even around us but I don’t give a flying fuck when I step between Scarlet’s legs, nudging her knees apart.
My breathing is ragged when I swallow again, dragging my hooded eyes to hers. “Scarlet?”
Her eyes meet mine, her breathing halting. “Yes?”
The box in my hand moves between her legs, and she does nothing to stop me. Keeping my stare locked with hers, I take the corner of the box and run it over her clit on the outside of her bikini bottoms. It catches and confirms my theory. Clit pierced.
My left hand grips her hip, sliding her forward on the counter an inch and pressing my chest into her. I dip my head forward, lowering my voice when I ask, “Is your clit pierced?”
She says something, her breathing just as ragged and then sighs. “Wouldn’t you like to know, star boy.”
“Fuckin’ right Iwantto know,” I growl, moving the box again, dragging it over her clit once more. Heat ripples under my skin, my fingers itching to dip inside her pussy I know is probably soaking wet for me. “I want to rip these fuckin’ bottoms off you and eat your pussy.”
Her harsh, uneven breathing matches mine and I know I’m getting to her. Something in her changes, and I don’t understand the feelings rushing through me. I want to do so many things in that split second.
I want to touch my hand to her cheek and brush my thumb over her cute little nose.
I want to fist my hands in her messy curls and bring her mouth to mine.
