Good job not jumping his bones. But you’re making it obvious something’s wrong.
“You okay?” he asks, hastily locking his fingers with mine, casting his furrowed brows and analytical eyes down at me.
“Yeah,” I nod. “I’m just hungry. And tired.”
Walking out into the bustling bodies and shrills woven through dings and music, Gwen, Duse, Aries, and Cash are laughing and chatting while approaching us.
I don’t want to lose this either. But I’ve already fractured it by kissing Ora. She hasn’t said a word since she snapped on Razor and me this morning. She usually pops in before reading palms and shuffling tarot decks. But she didn’t today.
I guess all threads fall apart eventually.
Razor loops an arm around my waist, quickly dropping down and hooking his other underneath my legs, lifting me up into a cradle. My stomach drops, cracking a big smile that lets out the laugh bubbling up my chest.
“Sheee’s myyy bunny pie!” Razor singsloudly.
“Oh, no,” I groan, hiding my amusement on his chest.
“Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise!” Skipping and bopping me around, he spins, holding me tight against him and singing over the squeals getting squished out of me.
Then, everyone else chimes in.
The embarrassment increases tenfold, getting serenaded by a group of different pitches that are surrounding me, their volume exceeding the loudness that consumesVore, until the choppy, out of sync song is pressed against the trees.
I don’t know when Xene joined. I’m still hiding against Razor’s vibrating chest. But his guitar solo is finishing off the song, the bullets of air and whining trill resounding through the barrens we live in.
“Everyone was askin’ ‘bout you, Bunny!” Cash hollers over Xene, peeling my attention from safety with a gentle touch on my arm.
I fake a grin, making awkward eye contact with Ora before looking away into the front porch light to evade what I know is coming next.
“Why didn’t you wanna ride with us?” Cash tacks on, the impending question dropping my heart. “They love seeing you in there.”
Razor strokes the side of my thigh, carrying me across the withered grass. “I’m… I’m not sure I wanna do that again. It was a lot.” I explain.
The spears of buzzing light broadcast his understanding nod, and even though he’s giving me a grin, I can tell it’s a performance. Dejection dulls his eyes and he’s quickly throwing an arm around Aries, walking out in front of us to hike up the porch steps with her.
Xene rips open the screen door, still rocking out to the riff he’s twisting the doorknob with. “Who wants to get drunk and go to Waffle House?!” He turns around, blocking everyone from the door and bumping his brows. “Eh? Eh? On me, ladies?”
That sounds like hell.
All the cheers and agreements, even from Razor, have me looking up at him with a frown, telepathically asking if I can stay home.
“What, baby? You need to eat.” Entering the house, he heads straight for the hallway.
“We have food here,” I mumble.
He turns sideways to fit through the bathroom door with me, easily adjusting me into one arm to pull the chain on the lamp above the toilet. The shelf creaks from his tug, the warm light spreading over the raise of his brows beneath the makeup. “Like what? Saltines and cups of mac and cheese? Oh, yummy. What a bountiful feast. No, you need actual food.”
Setting me down on the counter, he smacks the door closed and starts unzipping his pants.
My eyes widen. “Uh…” Following his casual movement to the toilet, I purse my lips, wondering how he’s already comfortably pulling his dick out to use the bathroom in front of me.
Curious about what it’s like for a man, I catch myself waiting in suspense. I try to act nonchalant by rolling my shoulders straight with my neck, but he’s tilting his head my way, wearing a taunting smirk that exposes me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want this?” he hums.
Appalment scrunches my face, snapping away and finding a chunk of ripped wallpaper to focus on. “That’s gross.”
“Don’t get shy now, little bunny. You can watch.”
