Page 103 of Wicked Savage Cruel
Out of nowhere, my orgasm slams into me. Fuck. I empty myself into my hand, my chest heaving as I meet my own startled reflection. That was unexpected. I’ll have to try that fantasy more often.
Irritation thrums through me. She left. She walked away without a word and now I can’t even get off without thinking of her. This is some seriously messed up shit.
Washing my hands, I take care of business, slip on my boxers and go back out to Sarah’s room in search of my jeans. Ah. There they are. I start dressing, eager to get the hell out of here, when—still naked—Sarah makes a beeline for me. Her small perky tits bounce with her steps and she gives me a wanton look. What is she up to now?
She runs her manicured nails over my chest and leans up on tiptoe to kiss my neck. “That was fun,” she says, her voice husky.
I force myself to remain still and face her. I do the polite thing and plant a kiss on her lips, giving her a sly grin. “Always fun,” I tell her. “But I gotta run. I’m supposed to meet Roman after school and”—I check the time on my phone—“school’s already out. I’ll catch you later,” I say, not really meaning it. Coming here was supposed to smooth shit over between us so we could go back to our casual arrangement. An arrangement I’m no longer interested in maintaining.
Her face falls and I hesitate. Tilting her chin up I brush my thumb along her jaw.
“Why the long face, beautiful?” She brightens at the endearment but forces a petulant look on her face. One I can see right through.
“I thought we could, I don’t know, hang out?” Her cheeks turn pink and I stifle a groan, forcing the easy and carefree smile to remain on my face. I need to end this. If the shitty fuck wasn’t an indication, this whole wanting to hang out bit certainly is.
“Sarah,” I draw her name out and tsk.
Her eyes water, and despite feeling like a piece of shit, I force myself to say the next words that come out of my mouth. “We’re not a thing. We’re friends with benefits—without the friend part.”
She sniffles. “And if that’s not enough for me?”
I look up the ceiling. We just went over this. “Then I’m out. I don’t do complicated pussy.” I grab the last of my clothes and head for the door.
“Stop.”
I don’t.
“Emilio Chavez, if you walk out that door you are never getting with me again,” she threatens, as if that is enough to make me reconsider.
“Later, Sarah.” This was a mistake. I should have stayed in class.
“Emilio, please.”
I sigh, but keep walking, pulling out my phone to text Aaron.
“I drove you. You can’t just leave.”
Clearly, she doesn’t know me if she thinks a thing as simple as a ride will slow me down.
Me: I’m going to your place.
Aaron: Why?
I roll my eyes.Come on, man. Get with the program.
Me: Shit with Sarah. I need a lift to Roman’s.
Aaron: Fine. I’ll drop everything I’m doing and be right over.
I grin.Fucker thinks he’s funny.
Me: Sounds good, friend.
I shovemy phone in my back pocket and cut across the lawn, grateful for once that he lives next door. If I wait on the porch for Aaron to show up, Sarah will just follow me and do the whole begging then yelling then begging again thing, so I make my way to the back gate and take a seat on one of the patio chairs.
Aaron’s place is nice. He lives in one of those cookie-cutter gated communities where all the houses look the same and they have to deal with HOAs that tell you exactly how long your grass is allowed to be. His parents do well enough if memory serves. He went to private school for a while before he started kicking it with us. Then he convinced his parents to let him go to Sun Valley High so he could be with his friends.
That blew up in his face. Well, sort of. I guess it's working out now, what with Allie around. Henderson and Roman made some sort of deal I don’t have all the details on. All I know is that he helped Roman win Allie back and Roman decided to drop the beef between them. Personally, I’m not that forgiving. He fucked up and we all got hurt because of it.
