Page 13 of Necessary Roughness
Knox gripped her arms and gently pushed her away. “Sloane, I think you’ve had too much.”
She pouted, then turned and climbed up into my lap. For a few seconds, I surrendered to how good her body felt on top of mine, especially imagining all the things I wanted to do with her.
All the things I wanted to dotoher.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off me and onto her feet. “You’ve had too much.”
Sloane gave me a sloppy grin, then went to her knees. “I’ll show you how much I can take.” She started unzipping my jeans, but I grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
She let out an annoyed sound. “I thought you two wanted to fuck me.”
“Trust me: I want nothing more in the world than to do exactly that,” I said. “But not like this.”
She turned to Knox, who nodded in agreement.
“Fine.” She took a swig of vodka. “I’m gonna get in bed and turn this threesome into aonesome. You guys can watch and join in if… if…”
“Sloane?” I asked.
Her chest convulsed once, and she pressed her lips tightly together. I didn’t need to be a senior to recognize the universal sign of someone who was about to throw up.
Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I grabbed the trashcan from underneath the desk and held it in front of Sloane. But I immediately realized the problem: it was a wicker wastebasket without any trash bag inside.
“Wait—” was the only word I got out before Sloane threw up into the trash bin.
And her vomit went through the holes and got everywhere, including on my hand and shoe.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
“Fuuuuuck,” Sloane moaned while staring down at the messy bin. “I…”
She proceeded to unload another volley of brown liquid.
“There’s no liner in that trash can!” Knox exclaimed.
“Well yeah, I know thatnow!”
Knox took a knee next to her, pulling her blonde hair away from her face. Sloane tried to tell him he was sweet, but all that came out was another gurgle of spittle.
“Get it out,” I said soothingly. “We’ll worry about cleaning it up when you’re done.”
Knox looked at me. I grimaced. We had definitely made the right decision in trying to stop her, but I couldn’t help but feel like I had missed out on anamazingopportunity.
Oh well. Maybe there would be another time.
Although this poor girl would probably never want to see our faces again after this.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Occupied!” I shouted.
The knocking continued, more persistent. Whoever was on the other side was shouting something, but the music deeper in the house was drowning them out.
Then the door exploded open, sending wood splinters flying through the room. Two men barged inside, quickly taking stock of the situation.
One of them grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me to my feet. “If you so much as fuckingtouchSloane…”
He slowly seemed to realize that I was much taller, and bigger, than he was. His eyes widened, and he grabbed the other manand yanked him over to take his place. “Bryson will handle this. He’s the fighter, I’m the lover.”
