Page 20 of Jake Forever
Looking less than enthused, Anthony reached out and tapped the small screen. Once again, the image sprang to life.
As I watched, Dorian swung again, missed Jake by a mile, and slipped onto the floor. It belatedly dawned on me that Dorian must be drunk off his ass. Hehadto be, because there was no way on Earth he'd be having such a hard time staying upright if he weren't.
And where was Ronnie in all this? Unless he'd slid off the other side of the table, it seemed surprising that he hadn't jumped back in. I was still wondering when a new person stumbled into the frame.
It was Nipple Girl – the blonde who'd sitting at Dorian's table. She lunged forward, but not toward Dorian – I tensed – toward Jake.
What the hell? Was she planning to fight him?
A split-second later, I had my answer.
Obviously, it wasn't a fight she was looking for. It was something else. And the way it looked, it was the same thing thatI'dbeen fantasizing about just a few seconds earlier.
Watching her on the small screen, I felt myself frown. Her eyes were glazed, and her smile was sloppy. She staggered into Jake and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She shimmied against him, and her silver halter dress slipped to the side.
And there it was – the nipple – except I couldn’t technically see it, thanks to some sort of digital blurring effect. But no amount of blurring could hide the fact that it was out there on the loose, surrounded by more bouncing flesh than her sparkling dress could reasonably be expected to contain.
Somewhere behind the camera, Treyhadto be drooling all over himself.
But what about Jake? With my heart racing, I leaned closer to the screen and studied his face. He wasn't drooling. But he wasn't exactly fighting her off either. When she shimmied again, he turned and grinned straight into the camera, looking like he was having the time of his life.
What the hell?
A few feet behind Jake, Dorian was struggling again to push himself up. When he spotted Jake with the blonde, his nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. He lunged forward, as if looking to score a tackle.
Jake – with the girl still latched onto him like a monkey on a tree – twisted sideways just in time. The sudden twist made the girl's legs fly upward, giving me the briefest glimpse of skimpy red panties. She gave a squeal, followed by a giggle that abruptly ended when Dorian plowed into them, sending all three of them tumbling to the floor.
The camera panned down, and I saw a tangle of arms, legs, and blonde hair, thrashing amidst the saucy remnants of yup,myChicken Florentine.
Damn it.
My jaw clenched. Forget the chicken.MyJake. And my temper – it was rising with every second.
On the small screen, Jake rolled to the side, taking the girl with him. A few feet away, Dorian wallowed in the same spot, looking like a giant fish, flopping around in too little water, until his forehead flopped suddenly to the floor, and he stopped moving entirely.
I sucked in a breath. Was he dead? No. He couldn't be dead. If he had died, I definitely would've heard about it. Hell, it would've been national news.
I shifted my focus back to Jake. On the floor, she was on top of him now. They were pelvis-to-pelvis, face-to-face – my gaze narrowed– nipple to shirt.
Okay, so I couldn'tseethe nipple, but I knew it was out there, causing all kinds of trouble. I frowned. For all I knew there weretwonipples on the loose.
I stared down at the screen. Was Jake planning to just lie there? Holding some other girl, while Trey – the jackass that he was – filmed the whole thing?
No. Apparently, he wasn't. As I watched, Jake freed himself from the girl's embrace. Flashing another grin at the camera, he got to his feet and extended a hand to help her up.
But the girl didn't take it. Instead, she lunged forward and grabbed sloppily at his knees. Clutching at his pants, she started to claw her way up, stopping only when her face reached crotch level.
I felt the color drain from my face. What the hell was she doing?
Her lips were dangerously close to his groin. No. Scratch that. They were right there,onhis groin. I felt my teeth clench, and my fists grow tight. Either that chick was using Jake's crotch as a napkin, or she'd forgotten that it wasn't quite possible to give a guy oral through his pants.
And what about Jake? Why wasn't he stopping her?
But the way it looked, he wasn't evenwatchingher. Sometime in the last couple of seconds, he'd turned his head away from the camera, as if eyeballing something in the distance. But what?
And why, for God's sake, wasn't he doing something about the girl? Like for starters, detaching her face from his crotch.
A split-second later, I had my answer. From the direction Jake had been looking, Ronnie North barreled into camera-range. He plowed into Jake, sending the girl tumbling off to the side.
