My fingers dip to the inside of her bare thigh. What’s wrong with wanting to give the girl a little bit of pleasure, right?
Right.She’s been working hard this week. Maybe if I get her off, she’ll help me out?
Her breath hitches and I stop before I reach the hem of her bikini, afraid I pushed this moment somewhere she didn’t want it to go. “I can’t,” she whispers, clasping her hand over mine.
I shudder, not wanting to stop. “Why not?”
My nose is near her ear, all tangled up in her hair as I pant through parted lips.
She goes limp against me and I grip her hips harder, my cock still nestled between her ass cheeks. I lift my hips, pushing and pulling hers against mine.
Auden brings the side-by-side to an erupt halt, jumps out and starts yelling at Roan who jumped over the top of us on his dirt bike. I don’t pay any mind to what they’re arguing about, just that I’m seconds away from blowing my load in my board shorts and hoping it happens.
It doesn’t. Why would it?
Scarlet jumps off my lap. “I’m hungry. Let’s go have some of that salsa Roan made!”
“Fuck the salsa!” I shout back, but she ignores me.
And then she’s running across the track toward the house.
Fuck my life.
I look down at my junk. “Dude, I’m sorry.”
I wait five minutes before I wander back to the house, half tempted to call it a night and pass out on couch, or shower at this point but I don’t.
When I’m back at the house, Scarlet’s standing next to a group of guys. It’s certainly not unheard of for people to be here who I don’t know.
It’s also not surprising when local motocross guys show up. Most of them I tolerate, but I can’t say I’m friends with them. They use us for our parties and what we can do for them.
What pisses me off is when I see them handing her a joint. What a bunch of fuckers.
I have no problem with people smoking weed. It’s done around this house daily but not by me.
I don’t do drugs. Of any kind. I told you about Vicodin. But that’s not entirely why. Rhya was a good part of it, but it comes from adrenaline. I get my high on a bike. I don’t need drugs for that. I abuse alcohol enough. I don’t need to combine it with drugs.
Roan’s another reason. Not so long ago after a series of injuries, he found himself addicted to codeine for a good year. After seeing him struggle with it, and Rhya, I don’t even think about it. I know my personality enough that if I start, I won’t be able to stop.
Scarlet declines the joint, shaking her head. “No thanks.”
I like her more.
I sit down in a lounge chair next to the pool, watching her interactions with the guys, them all drooling over her and contemplating why the fuck she keeps turning me down. She says she can’t. She says she’ll get fired. Surely Willa doesn’t give two shits about who we fuck, so why would she care if I have a little fun with our assistant?
There I am, staring at Scarlet and that jerk off she’s talking to when Auden finds me, knocking into my shoulder. “That chick over there’s asking about you.”
I don’t even look. “Not tonight.”
“Dude, she’s a model for Victoria’s Secret.”
“I don’t care,” I mumble, taking the drink he hands me. I look at it, looks to be something clear. I take a drink and enjoy the burn it gives me.
I’m not going to tell Auden, but who’s here tonight holds no interest to me. There’s only one chick who matters, and she’s playing me. I know it.
Tossing the cup aside when I’m finished, I make my way over to the bar where Scarlet’s standing with the group of motocross racers.
She smiles when I step behind the bar. “Are you going to make me a drink?”
