“Let me watch the commercial,” I say.And then we can decide whether Scott deserves a heel to the fucking face.
I pick up Rose’s shoes while Lily retrieves the remote. Rose reaches out for them, her nose scrunching at the hardwood that’s most likely clean. But to Rose—it’s not clean enough.
There’s such malice in her features. I envision her impaling him in the eye. As much as I hate Scott—I don’t want her to blind him. So I retract my arm, keeping the heels in a firm hand. “I changed my mind.”
She gapes. “Give those back, Richard!” She doesn’t want to walk barefoot around the townhouse. Fine. I lift her easily in my arms, cradling her body, and she inhales sharply. But instead of arguing with me, she holds onto my bicep. My eyes fall to her breasts that rise with her heavy breath, and I internally smile.
I have the girl.
In my arms. Dizzy at my touch. I could have walked into something so much worse.
I carry her to the couch and set her down long-ways. She tucks her legs to the side, her dress rising to her thighs, despite her efforts to keep the hem to her knees. When I should be focused on the television, I ache to seeallof her again. The curve of her waist, her erect pink nipples, her bare ass and her mouth wide and full of my cock.
She meets my gaze for a second, and we don’t have to say a single word. She knows what’s on my mind. She can see the longing in my eyes, even if everyone else can’t. She glances at my belt, and my lips rise as I take a seat next to her.
I sit so close that I can practically hear her heart pounding out of her chest. I lean over to grab the remotefrom Lily, and as I do so, my mouth nears Rose’s ear. And I whisper, “I’m going to tie you up again.” I smile at Lily. “Thank you.”
Her sister goes back to Lo, who’s on a chair, and she lounges against his body.
Rose is stiff, but it’s not out of fear. Her thighs press tightly together, and I rest my arm across her lap, my hand on the bareness of her leg. As I switch on the television, she scoots closer and leans her head on my shoulder, trying to relax, but I know she’s imagining my belt, her wrists, our bed.
I want to make her so wet that she begs for me—that my name is the only one on her mind, the only thing she can possibly utter. I want to hear her scream in wild, crazed ecstasy. I want her to see how perfect we are for each other—mind, body, soul. No words this time. Just actions.
“You have to rewind,” Rose tells me. She tries to reach out for the remote, but I pull it away from her grasp.
She glares. “Vous devez toujours avoir le control.”You always have to be in control.
I try to contain a larger grin. “Vous aimez quand j’ai le control.”You love when I’m in control.
Her lips tighten, but she watches me carefully the way I do her. “C’est encore à prouver.”That has yet to be proven.
I rub the smoothness of her silky leg. “Ne t’inquites pas. Bientot ca sera un fait.”Don’t worry. I’ll make it a fact soon.
“Hey,” Ryke cuts in. “No fucking French.”
“Yeah,” Lo says, “Lily wants to hear you guys talk dirty in English.” He adds a smile to his girlfriend.
She turns beet-red at his admission. “You weren’t supposed to tell them that,” she whispers, still loud enough for us to hear. But she doesn’t seem to know that. “It was a secret.”
“Aw, love, it was too good to keep.” He kisses her on the lips, and he eyes the camera for a second while his hand slips up her muscle shirt, no bra underneath. Not that she’s particularly top-heavy. Rose has the biggest breasts of hersisters and a fuller ass, wider hips. I could stare at her all day and have no problem getting hard.
I rewind to the beginning of the promo spot and press play. Everyone goes quiet as the commercial begins with all of us standing in front of a white backdrop. We shot the footage at a studio in Philly not long ago.
We were told to just act like ourselves while the cameras were rolling, and after thirty minutes of being ignored by makeup artists and gaffers, we all naturally fell into our roles. No acting required. It was real—even from me.
The commercial starts by panning down the row of seven, Scott on the end. The footage cuts to close-ups, starting from the furthest person on the right.
On screen, Daisy does a handstand, her white T-shirt falling down to reveal her bare stomach and green lacy bra. She sticks out her tongue with a playful smile. A caption appears right over her breasts.
Daredevil.
And then Ryke pushes her legs from behind, and she falls over with a laugh. On his chest, the caption scrolls the word:Jackass.
So they’re labeling us.
The thought is silenced as the promo moves quickly.Next in line are Lo and Lily. He has her tangled in his arms, and his mouth meshes against hers as they kiss hungrily, passionately, a desire so intense that it’s almost hard to watch. It seems too intimate and too personal.
At the same time, the wordsSex AddictandAlcoholicfloat across their bodies.
