I forced her back against the wall. Placing my palm high over her head, I leaned in. “I’d be very careful about opening that mouth of yours.”
She scratched her fingernails over the suit fabric covering my crotch. “Are you sure you don’t want my mouth open? Nice and wide so you can choke me with your big...thick...cock?”
I stood there for a moment, letting her run her hands over me. Almost willing my flesh to respond. As much as I despised her, she was still a beautiful woman, a willing body with a talented mouth.
She pressed the heel of her palm harder against me. “Remember how good I was at swallowing the whole length, like your good little whore?”
Nothing. No response from my cock. Not even a twitch of interest. It wasn’t just that she’d fucked my best friend. It was worse than that. This whole scenario was just so jaded, and worn, and...overplayed.
I thought of the fresh, innocent sweetness of Madison.
The tentative sweep of her tongue against mine.
I removed Skylar’s hand from my thigh. “It’s no good, Skylar.”
She inhaled a shaky breath. Her laugh was high-pitched and forced. “Come on, Piercy. Your secret is safe. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”
I turned away in disgust, her cloying perfume choking me.
She pushed herself away from the wall and took several steps toward the door. Once she was at a safe distance, she said, “As long as you play nice.”
I pivoted. My lips lifted in a sneer. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Her gaze traveled over my form before she turned, tossing a parting shot over her shoulder as she left. “You’ll see.”
CHAPTER 8
MADISON
Hailey dangled the dirty phone receiver a few inches from her ear with two fingers as she stared at me through the smudged bulletproof glass. “Well, at least you’re pulling off that orange jumpsuit.”
Using my fingernail, I traced the “fuck you” that was scratched into the counter surface.
I pressed my phone to the side of my face. It was just as skeevy as hers, but after two weeks in jail, where everything I’d touched, slept on, sat on, even eaten had had a ground-in layer of filth to it, I’d stopped caring.
Even the industrial bleach stench of the gray slab of soap they gave us to bathe with didn’t make me feel clean.
Nothing ever would after this experience.
The fluorescent lights in my cell never shut off. Not at midnight, not at three a.m. when the woman two cells down started sobbing into her mattress and didn’t stop until the guards banged on her door. I’d learned to sleep with my arm over my eyes, although sleep wasn’t the right word for it.
My lips twisted into a smirk. “Thanks. I’m hoping to be crowned jailhouse pageant queen later today.”
“Has Numbnuts been here yet today?”
Over the last two weeks, Hailey had come up with a string of names for my useless attorney: dumb fuck, dickweed, fuckwit, cock knob, fuckface. On her last visit, she’d outdone herself with dickweasel twatwaffle, whatever that was supposed to mean.
I twirled the sticky rubber phone cord around my finger. “He keeps pushing me to make a plea deal.”
Her brow lowered. “Fuck that!” A nearby guard took a step toward her and cleared his throat. She mouthed “sorry” to him and turned back to me.
Lowering her voice, she continued. “Fuck that. You are innocent. You shouldn’t have to plead guilty to something you didn’t do.”
The bitterness of my innocence mixed with the weight that this hellhole might become the new reality of my life nearly crushed me. “He showed me the video. Hailey, I’m behind the wheel in it.”
“You weren’t driving.”
“Numbnuts—I mean Barry—says I probably bumped my head in the accident and got confused and forgot I was the one driving.”
