Yep, flat-out drunk.
In my peripheral vision, I feel the burn of the other two guys’ attention as they hear her call me that.
“Is that what she calls you?” Nova laughs. “So apt.”
“That’s what I said!” Rosalie giggles. “Now, about my snacks… note them down.”
“Why are you moving so slowly?” whines Iris. “Scary reapers are supposed to fly. Look, I’ll show you.”
My stomach dips as she tries twisting onto her back, but slides off the edge instead. I catch her at the last second, shoving the coffee table away. Sitting down, I place her on my lap and tip her face back.
“They’re not drunk,” states Dash from somewhere behind me, just as I notice Iris’s dilated pupils and the faraway look.
“They’re high.”
“No silly, you’re high.” Iris snickers. “You’re touching the sky.”
“Where the fuck did they get drugs in the middle of the day?”
“The freaking brownies,” answers Nova. I look over my shoulder, catching him peering into a brown paper bag and pulling out a piece. Smelling it, he deduces, “It’s pot.”
Rosalie makes a grab for it. “Mine!”
Nova raises it out of her reach. “You’ve had enough.”
“Fine! I’ll have it,” mumbles Iris, attempting to slide off my lap.
I tighten my hold. “No one’s having it, Rainbow.”
She blinks, yanks me down by my tie, and presses her lips against mine. I’m powerless against kissing her back, uncaring about our audience.
Until Bianca smugly teases, “Oh yeah, she’s definitely not faking with him.”
I pull back, running a knuckle down her cheek. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”
“You’re so handsome.” She giggles, burrowing her face against my chest and taking a long inhale. “And smell so good. I wanna eat you, lick you… kiss you all the time.”
Fuck me. A drugged Iris is a horny Iris.
The second her fingers attack the buttons of my shirt, I lurch to my feet. Carrying her bridal style, I stride toward the door. “We’re leaving.”
Her movements sluggish and concentration shot, she still gets the top two buttons undone and slithers her palm underneath. My fingers tighten around her waist, while I suppress a groan at the feel of her teasing hand on my skin.
Switching her position so she has her legs wrapped around my waist, I pull out my phone with my free hand and text Seth to bring the car around.
Iris lifts her head, gaze zeroing in on my cheeks before she taps the sides with the tip of her fingers. Pressing in, she tries tilting it up.
“What are you doing there, Rainbow?”
Concentrating on her task, she mumbles cutely, “Making you smile.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t seen your dimples since yesterday.” Pouting, she chides, “It should be a criminal offense to hide them, Kian.”
“Is that right?”
“Uh… huh.”
