“Take your right hand and fuck that pussy, Em.”
She lets go of the wall and begins to play with herself.
“Fuck your pussy, baby. I want three fingers fucking yourself. I want you coming all over those fingers. Then I’m gonna lick them clean.”
“God …”
“That’s right, baby.” I’m going to own her. Just like Bones used to but only I’m not going to stop where he did. I’m going to demand more because I’m nowhere near done with her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EMILEE
FOR THE SECONDmorning in a row, I wake up in Titan’s bed. My body is just as sore as the day before. Getting out of the bed, I make it to the bathroom to brush my teeth and use the restroom. I see a T-shirt of his lying on the end of the bed, and I place it over my head, pulling my very tangled hair from the collar. I open the French doors, not thinking anything about it but come to a quick stop when I see three sets of eyes on me.
Grave sits at the kitchen table with a fork paused halfway to his mouth, which is wide open as he spots me. His eyes drop to my bare legs, and I tug at the already long T-shirt. This is payback for catching him in the act yesterday.
Titan stands in the open kitchen flipping pancakes. He looks me over once, and my body heats from the intensity of his gaze. I clear my throat and rub my neck awkwardly.
My eyes go to Cross. He looks less surprised than Grave did to see me here. He’s leaned back in his chair relaxing with his legs open and his left hand flipping his Zippo open and close. Cross always had a mysterious vibe about him. I was the least close to him because he kept to himself. Even between the Kings. Or maybe I was just never close enough to pay attention. All I know about him is that he has secrets. Murderous secrets.
Nineteen years old
I’m digging around in my trunk, trying to find my bag through all of my shit when I’m slapped on the ass. I whip around about to give whoever did it a piece of my mind but laugh when I see Jasmine. “What was that for?”
She laughs. “Bones can’t be the only lucky son of a bitch to hit that ass.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to my car, picking up the blanket that my mother made me put in there just in case I’m ever stranded in the winter. She forgets we live in fucking Vegas. “Aha,” I say, finding it hiding under there.
“Did you hear about Oak Grove?” she asks as I throw it over my shoulder.
Oak Grove is the Baptist Church that Cross’s father preaches at. “No. What about it?” I slam my trunk shut, and we begin to walk toward the school.
“It burned down last night.”
“What?” I gasp, coming to a stop.
She nods and looks over my shoulder. I turn to follow her line of sight.
The Kings all stand by Bones’s car. He has both of his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans and a white hoodie on. Titan stands facing him with a cigarette between his lips, and Cross has his ass leaning against the front passenger door. His bag lies at his feet. He has his right ankle crossed over his left. His left hand is in his pocket while the other flips his Zippo lighter open and close.
I look back at her.
“Now Father James is missing.”
“No way,” I breathe before looking back over at Cross. His eyes are on mine, and I wonder if he can hear us all the way across the parking lot. He snaps the lighter shut and then opens it again.
“What are you girls doing?” Trenton, her on-again, off-again boyfriend, gets our attention as he comes up to us with his best friend.
“Talking about what happened at Oak Grove last night.”
“The police suspect arson and murder.”
“How do you know that?” she asks him.
“Heard my father talking about it this morning. Guess a witness called the police and said that they saw Cross enter the church with his dad an hour before and then saw him leaving. Alone. Just before the place went up in flames.”
She covers her mouth with her hand. “His dad was left inside?”
