Page 87 of Carnage
He giggles. “Flirt.”
“It is. It’s so ample and squeezable. It’s definitely not moist though.”
He scrunches his nose. “Eww. People are not moist. Not ever.”
“What about when the humidity is disgustingly high in the summer?”
“Sticky. Still not moist.” He grabs his mug and takes a sip of his coffee. “The more you say moist the grosser it sounds.”
“Moist, moist, moist, moist. Huh. You’re right.”
“I know.”
I kiss his cheek. “You’re so damn adorable.”
“I’d rather be sexy.”
“You are sometimes. Right now, you’re adorable. When you’re riding my cock, definitely sexy.”
His cheeks flush pink. “I accept your distinction.”
“Good.” I finger the mark I left on his neck. “I like waking up with you.”
Rue drags his bottom lip through his teeth. “I like it too.”
“I’m gonna find Leon.”
“I know. You’re gonna get rid of the boogeyman for me.”
Nodding, I sip my coffee. “I can almost taste it.”
He tilts his head. “Taste what?”
“The rage and frustration. The desire to make him pay for what he did to you, and who knows how many others. I want his blood on my hands. I want that for you.”
Rue shudders, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but as his eyes heat and he licks sticky crumbs and butter from his fingers, I realize that was lust blooming.
“You’re so hot.” He swallows hard. “I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
My phone buzzes, barging into my happiness cocoon, so I glare at it.
“Shouldn’t you grab it in case it’s important?”
“You do it.” I toss the phone on the bed. “The password is 1218. The day I changed my name to Carnage officially.”
Rue smiles. “You gave me your password.”
“Nothing to hide from you, precious.”
He looks down at the phone and unlocks it. The group chat has a notification, so I gesture for him to swipe the app open to read it.
“It’s from Colson. ‘Hey Carn, can you pass along a message to your man please?’”
I take the phone, curious what Colson wants to tell Rue.
Me: What’s up?
