Page 125 of Shade
I want to be around her in any possible way I can.
Oh, and I desperately want to see this clit piercing. I’d like to bite it, maybe tug on it a little and watch her squirm beneath me.
I want to drive her as crazy as she’s making me feel.
She bites her bottom lip. “Shade. . . .”
Jesus Christ. As I’m inches from her, watching her ribcage rising and falling in rhythm to her heart, I take a sharp intake of breath. She sighs, reaching up to run her hand through my hair. My whole back breaks out in chills.
“Where’s my beer!” Tiller screams, dancing through the house.
At the sound of Tiller’s voice, Scarlet’s body jerks back, and she smacks her head on the cupboards above her head, and I drop the box on the ground.
You can’t miss that I’m hard. My board shorts do nothing to conceal it, and Scarlet notices immediately and starts giggling. I want to grab her and fuck her against the counter for laughing at me.
Reaching down, I take the box in hand. “Here,” I say, my face blank. “Put these on your cuts.”
She hands the box back to me, laughing that same laugh that seems to stab straight to the pit of my stomach. “You made me cuddle with a cactus. You put the Band-Aids on me.”
Is she fucking serious? You tell me. Look at the way her eyes never move from mine. Look at the way she steals my goddamn sunglasses again, puts them on and then props her fuckin’ leg up on the counter and points to the cuts on her leg. Yep. Serious.
“Put one there,” she notes to the small papercut-looking scratch just above her ankle. I think, and I can’t be sure, she does this on purpose because to the left of her ankle, I know where my eyes will wander. And they do.
Groaning, my head hits her shoulder, my body slumping into hers. “Fuck me.Please. I’m literally begging. I’ll settle for anything at this point, blow job, hand job, fuck, even dry humping. . . .”
I sound like a dumbass.
And Tiller agrees when he steps beside us, having found his beer, or a new one and licks the side of Scarlet’s leg where she’s been bleeding. Before you get grossed out, don’t be. He’s clinically insane. I’m sure of it. “Give it to the poor fuck, Northwest.”
Scarlet giggles and jerks her leg away. All that does is tighten it around my waist and bring my erection into the counter. I’m sad to say, it feels good because for a week, the most stimulation I’ve had down there has been the product of my own hand.
Scarlet pushes me back with her hand on my chest and jumps down from the counter taking my sunglasses with her. “Okay, I’m going to do this myself. You guys are going to get me in trouble.”
In trouble? For what?
When Scarlet slams the bathroom door shut, Tiller glances at me shaking his head in disappointment. “Dude, you’re pathetic.”
I am. I can’t argue with him.
Auden comes in next with a tube of antibiotic cream. “Where’s Scarlet? She needs to put this on those puncture wounds.”
Auden takes care of us. He might be a mechanic, but his dad is a doctor. He knows how to keep us out of the hospital, if we can help it.
I nod down the hall, adjusting myself. “In the bathroom.” And then I find myself at the bar trying to forget what just happened. What in the hell is this chick doing to me? I go from trying to save one girls life to being obsessed with sleeping with another one.
I need kicked in the head.
