“I have a 4.1 GPA and plenty of skills I could brag about.” Sliding my blade out, I lean toward him, brandishing it in his face. “Care for a demonstration of my knife skills? I can carve your pretty face up quicker than you can draw a breath.”
Saint takes my wrist, pulling me back from his cousin, his eyes roaming appreciatively over my Strider SMF. “Do you always bring blades to parties?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” I quip, sliding my blade back into the holder strapped to my thigh.
He grins, holding my gaze prisoner with that lethal lens of his, and I return his stare. “You made your point, princess.”
“And you still haven’t answered my question.” I keep my eyes locked on his. “Why do you need Parker, and don’t insinuate it’s her cunt or her cocksucking skills because we both know that’s bullshit.”
He plants my feet on the ground and stands. Clasping my hand, he walks me down the stage toward Finn and his pathetic crew, while I try to ignore the tremors zipping up and down my arm from his touch.
He stops in front of them, keeping a tight hold of my hand.
Finn glances warily at Saint before sharing a look with Brooklyn. Brooklyn slows his thrusting pace while Parker’s mouth makes a loud popping sound as she releases Finn’s dick.
“Don’t stop,” Saint says. “The princess is going to give you a few tips.” He shoots me a wicked grin.
Asshole.
“She deems your cocksucking skills lacking.”
Her eyes narrow calculatingly. “I could always give you a personal demonstration, Saint,” she purrs, ignoring the scowl her boyfriend sends her way. “And you can make your own assessment.”
Saint scrubs a hand along his prickly jaw, looking like he might actually be considering it. “Tempting,” he says, winking at her. Finn growls, and he truly is an idiot. Saint grins like all his birthdays have come at once. “But we have a rule about sharing.”
Parker’s eyes legit light up. “I can blow you all.” Her eagerness is spew-worthy.
“Parker!” Finn snaps, glaring at his girlfriend as his erection noticeably wilts.
“You’re used to being shared,” Saint adds, licking his lips as if he’s genuinely interested. “We’ll put it to a vote.”
“Like fucking hell you will,” Finn spits, swaying a little as he attempts to face up to Saint. “She’s mine.”
“News flash.” Saint grins viciously. “I don’t think your slut got the memo.” Saint reaches down, caressing her cheek, and she stares adoringly at him despite his slur.
Unbridled rage courses through me, and I’m done pussyfooting around. “It’s her loss, Finn,” I cut in, keeping my voice level and my face devoid of the red-hot jealousy slaying me on the inside. “And my gain.”
I yank my hand out of Saint’s, shoving him aside so I can press up against a very naked Finn. “You know I suck like a pro and can go all night. How long did we fuck at Robbin’s party that time?” I pretend to count in my head. “I believe it was six hours straight.” I smile seductively, piercing him with a lustful look. “I’m game for a repeat if you are.”
Parker loses her shit, as I predicted. “You fucked that stupid slut?” she screeches at Finn, jumping up and lunging at me.
But she’s high, drunk, and a fucking imbecile, and I’m way faster on my feet. I have her in a headlock with my knife pressed to her neck before she’s even realized it. “Why am I the slut and your boyfriend isn’t? Huh? Haven’t you heard it takes two to tango?” I smile smugly at Saint as I spy Galen, Caz, and Theo approaching from behind. “To be clear, he wasn’t your boyfriend at the time. We were both single and free to fuck our brains out all night long, which we sooooo did.” I press the knife into her neck as she wriggles against me, and the blade cuts her skin.
She screams like I’ve just gutted her, and I remove my knife from her throat before I accidentally kill her.
If I end up in jail, I want it to be for something worthwhile.
Stepping back, I thrust her at Finn. “You deserve a fucking medal for putting up with that shit. I’m guessing her pussy is a better ride than her mouth because there sure as fuck isn’t anything else going for her.”
“Galen. Escort our guests to the front door. They’ve overstayed their welcome,” Saint instructs in a clipped voice. The veins in his neck are bulging, and the venom oozing from his eyes says he wants to throttle me and Finn.
“What?” Parker shrieks, her heavy tits wobbling with the motion. “You can’t throw me out! I came through for you.”
“And you’ll be rewarded in another lifetime for your cooperation,” Caz says, smirking.
“I’ll fucking warn them. I’ll—” Caz slams his hand over her mouth, silencing her before she says too much.
Warn who and about what?My mind starts working overtime.What does she have or who does she know that gives Parker leverage with the Saints?I need to dig into her connections to see if I can find out.
