In answer, she slides her tongue against mine.
“Get the fuck out of here!” It’s Jake’s voice that has me breaking away from her, looking over my shoulder to where Ricky and Benji limp toward us, both their faces bleeding, bruising and swelling already coming up across their faces.
“You want a little more humiliation?” I ask them, keeping Marly shielded behind my back.
Ricky reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, smearing blood all over it before he throws it down on the floor. The pink slip to his car.
“Don’t come back,” I warn them. “It’s one thing being fucking disrespectful, it’s another being a cheat. Next time, I’ll make sure you don’t walk away.”
Ricky spits onto the ground and leaves, Benji limping behind him and then I see Rachel.
Her shoulders are sagged, and she has a wannabe puppy dog look on her face, “River I–”
“Bitch, get the fuck out of here,” It’s Sadie who steps between us, “You think I didn’t see what you did?”
“I didn’t know – I didn’t think they were going to hit them!”
I didn’t see who threw the spike strip but now I know.
“I warned you before, Rachel,” I tell her, voice calm, disguising my current turmoil.
“I’m sorry!” She cries.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Sadie hisses at her, “You could have gotten them killed!”
“I – we – I’m sorry.”
“Leave,” I grunt, “Now.”
She blinks rapidly and then dips her chin and turns, pushing through the crowd toward the exit.
I let out a steady breath and then pull Marly closer before I grunt, “Move. I’m getting me and my girl a drink.”
Chapter Thirty-eight
“Take it slow,” I warn Marly as she sips on the fruit punch I poured for her from the bowl at the table. I’d offered her a soft drink, but she’d asked for a small cup of the punch instead.
She keeps her eyes on me as she takes a small and tender sip, “Happy?” She teases.
I chuckle, “Just want to make sure you stay conscious and willing, princess, for when I get you back to my place later.”
She quirks a brow.
“I think I’m going to have you on the hood of the Plymouth, just like I wanted that first time.”
Her eyes widen and she takes a bigger sip of the punch, but I quickly grip the bottom, bringing it away from her lips. She can’t handle her alcohol and drinking that mix that quick will only come back to bite her in the ass later. Of course I’ll take care of her, but I don’t particularly want her to feel like shit tomorrow morning.
She places her drink down on the top of the picnic table we’ve selected to sit at. It’s far enough away from the crowd and after everything that just happened, I needed isolation. Glancing down, I see her thighs are pressed tightly together and she’s fidgeting, very subtly as if…
“Do you ache princess?” I rasp, the mere thought of it enough to have my cock hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
She dips her head in a shy nod.
I glance at the party happening not thirty feet away. After the first ten minutes people stopped paying us attention and are now too distracted by the beer kegs and the girls doing body shots to be focused on us.
“Come here, princess,” I growl under my breath, shifting on the bench to allow enough room for her, “Straddle my lap.”
Her eyes dart to the crowd and I don’t push her, waiting for her to make her decision. This is a boundary she needs to be willing to cross on her own.
