Page 129 of Devils' Day Party
Raz laughs, harsh and loud, shaking his head and swiping his hand down his face.
“What we always do: get fucked up, fool around, dance. But you know how it works: there are no phones allowed at the Devils’ Day party.” He pauses for a moment, staring out at the trees. They’re all around, rolling hills covered in foliage, not a building of any kind to be seen. We truly are in the middle of nowhere right now, and I’m loving every minute of it. “You know Erina has to pay for what she’s done, right?”
“What are they going to do to her?” I ask, a chill working its way down my spine. Suddenly, it feels too cold to be in the water, so I climb out, scooting close to Raz’s sun-warmed skin and shivering until he wraps an arm around me. “And by they, I mean … Calix and Barron, right?”
“Unless Calix is stupid enough to believe Erina’s bullshit then, yeah. They have to deal with her. And not just for the video, but because she won’t leave Calix alone. Much as I dislike the guy, he puts up with a lot from that bitch.”
I remember the kid they beat up during freshman year. They hurt him—badly. Would they beat Erina up the same way? I can’t imagine it. It seems whenever the Knight Crew has trouble with a girl, they send Sonja. But Sonja’s here with us, so now what?
I almost ask what Erina’s done to Calix, but then it occurs to me that Raz doesn’t want to talk about Calix. He was jealous of him for years. Best not to stir that fucking pot.
“Didn’t you have an idea on what we could be doing right now?” I ask, watching as Raz’s lips curve up to either side in a cocksure smirk. He drags me into his lap for the millionth time that day, but it’s a much different situation with him naked beneath me. As I wiggle into a comfortable position, he groans and curls his fingers against the back of my neck, drawing our faces together.
“Now, who’s being cruel?” he asks, leaning down to nip at the pulse point in my throat. “If I fuck you right here, in front of Sonja, she’ll never forgive me.”
“Damn straight!” Sonja calls out, her voice echoing across the water. “Don’t make me witness something I can never unsee.”
“We can kiss, at the very least, now can’t we?” I murmur, pressing my wet lips against Raz’s. We’re both wet and shivering again, just like we were when we climbed out of the creek at my aunt’s house. Even as I take the timeline in different directions, there are themes here. Raz and I are destined to be naked and vulnerable and wet together. A small laugh escapes my lips, but Raz kisses it away, his fingers tangled in my wet purple hair, his mouth a hungry monster I very much want to be devoured by.
“You sure as fuck bet we can,” he growls back, our mouths pressed so close that I feel his words more than hear them. Raz uses his other hand to cup my ass as I turn toward him, straddling his lap, my wet heat far closer to his cock than it ought to be. The temptation is there, but it’s the resistance that’ll make it so much sweeter later.
My hands come to rest on his wet chest, playing across the few small tattoos that he has, finding the edge of the plastic bandage covering his new ink. I tease the edge with my fingernail, breaking our mouths apart and pressing our foreheads together, so I can look down and see both of our tattoos at the same time.
“Are you convinced this isn’t a Devils’ Day trick now?” I ask, and Raz chuckles, slanting our mouths together again. He tastes like danger and uncertainty, but also like passion and desire. He wants me, and I don’t just mean in a sexual way. There’s a craving in his eyes that says he wants to know more, learn more, see more. Raz has grown up in a gilded cage, and I so desperately want to show him the world.
“Permanently inking my name onto your pretty little hip, that just about convinced me,” he whispers, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, tasting me, savoring me. “You know what might work even better?”
“I can take a guess,” I start, smiling coyly, but then Raz shoves me off of his lap and into the cold water. I emerge sputtering, briefly reminded of Calix pushing me off the bridge the other day. Raz leans down, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking at me, but in a more playful way than I’ve ever seen before.
“You thought I was going to say sex, didn’t you?” he asks, shaking his head slightly, blond hair falling across his forehead. “But I want to prove something you.” He sits back up, cocking his head slightly to one side, his smirk falling into a self-assured smile. “I’ve had plenty of sex, but it didn’t mean shit. You mean something to me. I’m going to prove that to you by not fucking you today.”
