“And what is that, pip?” I close the door and turn the lock. “What do you want?”
Wyatt and Finn stand as they see Sara in my arms. I have her shoes in my other hand.
She glances at the others and grins. “Oh, yes, please.”
“Is she drunk?” Wyatt steps forward.
Finn smirks. “I’ll play with drunk Sara.”
“No one’s playing with Sara tonight.” Even though I really want to. “Drunk does not equal consent.”
“I consent.” Her hand tugs on my bun. Her pale green eyes collide with mine. “I’m so ready to consent. Fuck. You’d think it’d be easy to lose your virginity, but man, it’s like no one wants to buy a new car.”
My brow furrows as I look down into her discontent face.
“I’m practically giving it away and yet no one wants it. I’ve offered it to you and Finn, but no. And Drew. Fuck, the first date I basically told him I wanted to fuck him. But then he always has to be somewhere else.” She blows out a breath. “What does a girl have to do to get laid around here?”
Her pale green eyes lock with mine. She’s definitely had too much to drink, but she’s not slurring her words. How much of this is just frustrated, tipsy Sara?
“When you’re sober, we can discuss it, pip.” I set her down on the couch and she pouts up at me.
“Sober or drunk, it doesn’t matter if no one wants you.”
Peabody crawls onto her lap and settles. Her fingers sink into his white fur.
Sara rests her head on the back of the couch with her eyes closed. “I’m sure if I offered to suck a cock that would be presented to me, but spread my legs and absolutely no takers.”
Wyatt arches an eyebrow at her. Yeah, this is a side of Sara we should have expected. When she was younger, she loved to pull a guilt trip on us when we wouldn’t do what she wanted. And we always caved.
Because it was Sara.
“There was this one guy at the bar. He definitely wanted to fuck me, but do I want to fuck him? No. Of course not. That would be too fucking simple.” She sighs and pets Peabody.
Shaking my head, I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and a couple of pills.
Finn settles next to Sara on the couch. “If you could choose right now who to give your virginity to, who would it be?”
“Don’t answer that.” I hand her the water and the pills and glare at Finn.
Her eyes are full of mischief. “Why not? Aren’t you curious, Dante?”
She straightens. Her gaze takes in every inch of me before moving on to Finn and then to Wyatt. She taps her finger against her lips.
“We’re down one.” She passes Peabody to Finn and stands. “It’s not really a fair question though. See Kayla probably had the right idea.”
Sara’s smile turns wicked as she faces me. “She said I should just get naked. Which isn’t a big deal because all of you have seen everything already.”
She arches her eyebrow at Wyatt before meeting my eyes.
I swallow as she pulls her V-neck t-shirt off and tosses it at Finn. Her bra is lacey and her nipples are hard points, barely concealed. I explored them last night, but not enough. To have her for a whole night would be amazing.
“Maybe you should go to bed.” Wyatt’s voice sounds strangled.
She grins at me and turns to face him. Her hands go behind her back as she releases the catch on her bra. “Why would I do that, Wyatt? I’m having a good time. And this time I want you to look.”
She drops her bra on the floor next to Finn. He just sits back and watches, but he loves chaos. Lives for it. I like order, and Sara is currently out of control.
She unbuttons her jeans, shimmies them down, and steps out of them. Her panties are the only thing left on her.
