Page 34 of SummerTime Madness
“Let’s go check out the ferris wheel, maybe find some food,” I say as I toss my bag onto the large California King size bed in the middle of the room. Talk about luxury. The villa inside is beautiful. Allgold accents, no windows, just open spaces with an outdoor shower, a heated pool, and smack in the middle, the large bed decorated with plush white blankets.
Truly beautiful, the amount of work put into something like this. But considering the money you have to pay for it, we should see if it’s worth it. The ocean breeze slides through the villa like a secret shifting the trees. I swear I can feel them recognize our presence.
The vivacious greenery calls to me like a siren. My feet move of their own accord, and my hand reaches out to touch the large palm leaves. So green, so healthy, but I pause when I spot the small orange and white filaments that remain frozen in time on the stem.
Could it be?
“Cordy, let’s go,” Chase’s voice rings from behind me, making me retreat and walk towards my guys.
Chapter Eleven
Ferris Wheel
Tate
I can’t stop thinking about being inside Cordelia. Especially with her in that dress, I want to rip it off her, teasing her until she’s begging for our cocks. But instead, we are walking down the strip in search of food and probably hitting the ferris wheel.
The sun is long gone, and neon lights move around us as we move closer to the tents–and the stage.
Crowds gather around shouting as Lana Del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” mix plays on the speakers. My head bobs with the beat as Chase walks arm-in-arm with Cordy, both stopping at a small, black vendor stand–Korean hot dogs. The crispy outside made my mouth water, or maybe it’s just the drugs that I took…
Everything is becoming too much.
My skin prickles as heat swarms my body. From the corner of my eye, I watch a man devour another while pressed up against a tree. Both are lookinglike they’re ready to fuck each other when something shifts within the trees.
“Tate, let’s go,” Chase calls to me, holding up a golden crisp corn dog in the air as he takes a bite of his while Cordy looks at the trees as if they are calling to her–I wonder what she’s thinking.
My feet move, but everything is becoming too much.
The lights… too bright.
The blaring music… too loud.
The party goers–grinding and melting into each other like heat-fueled animals.
I look over at Cordy as she bites into her food, her tongue flicking out to taste the sauce, and all I can think is–I want it to be my cock.
I want to eat her alive.
Fuck her until I forget how to speak..
Wrap her in vines and sleep inside her.
God, what the fuck is this?
The drugs?
The need?
Her?
Truthfully, I don’t care what it is but it feels good.
I grab my stick from Chase–he’s already high as hell, vibing with the music and letting the summer night breeze caress his beautiful face as he watchesCordy like she’s a god with only worship and devotion in his gaze, when a man bumps into him.
“Sorry man,” Chase says. but the man stands between us–no shirt, bloody lips, with his hands pressed into his eyeballs.
He laughs. Then sobs. Then laughs again.
