Page 43 of Vigilante
“What? If you land on me, I promise to make it worth your while.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and she laughs, her head shaking at my antics. She’s known me long enough to understand when I’m not going to let up.
“Come on, what else do we have to do?” They look at each other and shrug their shoulders. That’s when I knew I had them. “Sit!” I say, plopping down, crossing my legs, and smacking the floor with my hand.
They join me on the floor. Sitting in a lopsided circle. Rocco takes a swig of beer, eyes on me. And damn if I don’t feel that heated look all the way to my core.
“Julia, you go first.” She tucks a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and gives the bottle a whirl. It spins fast at first, then wobbles its way over, hitting Max.
“No fair.” Rocco laments, and Max shoots him a glare before grabbing Julia by the back of the neck and kissing her within an inch of her life.
“I’m not going to lie, that was hot. No wonder why you disappeared for the last few days.”
Jules blushes furiously while Max sits there looking smug.
Rocco goes to grab the bottle and then stops. “If it lands on Max, I’m not kissing my cousin.”
I laugh. “Fair. If you get Max, and vice versa, you can have a redo.” I say, waiting for him to spin.
As the bottle turns, a feeling low in my gut twists around, hoping it lands on me. There’s one thing I know about a guy like Rocco. He would know exactly how to find my clit and keep it happy. I’m inclined to let him try, but not before making him work for it first.
The bottle lands on Max, and he groans. He picks up the bottle and spins it again.
This time, it spins all the way around and lands on himself.
“Guess you have to kiss yourself, tough guy.”
“Tough guy?”
“There’s a mirror right over there. Have at it. I’m sure you could use the practice.” I point to the mirror I passed on my way into the cabin. It’s flocked by two large deer heads.
He rolls his eyes and brings his lips to his own tattooed hand, giving it a loud peck. “There,sweetheart. Your turn.”
I snatch the bottle from him and take my turn. The bottle wobbles slowly, landing on Rocco.
He gives me a shit-eating grin.
“Pucker up.” He says tapping his finger to his lips as an invisible string seems to send the corner up into a smirk.
I crawl over to him. His eyes go wide as he watches me. He licks his lips, and my eyes flick down, watching the movement. That’s when I go in for the kill and press my lips to his cheek, but he turns, capturing my lips in his, catching me by surprise.
It’s rough and commanding, tasting faintly of beer. His hand snakes up the back of my head, tilting to deepen the kiss. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I hear a moan escape my throat.
“Get a room,” Max says, pulling Julia to her feet.
I break the kiss, feeling dazed.
Rocco’s eyes bore into my soul, looking like he’s two seconds away from devouring me.
I rise from the floor and brush off my hands, trying to act like Rocco didn’t just scramble my brain with that kiss. Grabbing a second beer from the fridge, I chug this one back even faster than the first. Chasing that buzz and needing to calm my erratic heartbeat.
Rocco comes up behind me, invading my space.
Jules and Max are nowhere to be found. They are probably up in their room, fucking each other’s brains out. Good for them.
“So, killer, how was jail?”
He smirks. “Why, you wanna know if I like being handcuffed?”
Oh, this motherfucker is cheeky.
