Page 62 of Hale's Pawn
Ainslee blinks and I know she’s so close to breaking. So damned close.
Karessa elbows Ainslee. “Huh?” she says as she looks at Karessa. “Did you say something?”
Karessa tries not to laugh. “Just asked if you’re ready to go.”
“Um…” Ainslee answers.
I reach out, tugging on a curl. “You don’t want to stay with me, baby?” I ask her, turning up my charm. I let go of a curl as it bounces back. My finger trails down her shoulder to her collarbone and down to her tits. “Fucking kiss me,” I demand and I lean down low enough for Ainslee. She doesn't even think about it as stretches on the tips of her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. She kisses me and in her kiss, she’s begging me to give her what she needs. I hear Karessa and Jagger clearing their throats. I flip Jagger the finger, wherever he is, and he laughs along with Karessa. I let go of Ainslee and she still has her eyes shut. She clears her throat and moves back. She wraps her hand around her throat as if thinking about how to get what she needs and how to get out of this predicament. I watch her for a moment, amused by her.
She shakes her head then opens her eyes. “That was part of my plan, just so you know,” she says to me. “Let’s go, Karessa.” She starts to walk off with Karessa but she turns to look at me again. I give her a little finger wave. Ainslee trips a little but she catches herself. “Karessa, help me,” Ainslee says and Karessa drags her away this time while she’s still looking at me.
Jagger laughs hard. “Oh man, she’s gone in the brain.”
I jump back in the pool and when I come back up, I answer Jagger, “As she fucking should be. I’m her number one priority and vice versa, but I have to make sure she gets that.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Petty Oscar Award goes to King Oran Hale of Pettyville.”
I laugh. “Asshole.”
Jagger laughs along with me and we hang back for the day, letting the girls do what they need to do. I’ll have her all to myself when she steps foot back in the villa. One thing about her though is that she always pushes my buttons and I can’t deny that I love it. I love how she just brings out this side of me. I just have to match her and we become a perfect thing. Destructive, but perfect. Like a contained chaos. Sexually, that is.
AINSLEE
“Can I ask you a question?” I say to Karessa while we sit at a restaurant, sipping mimosas. It was my idea, and drinking mimosas in Cancun is the best idea I’ve ever had. The heavy handedness of the bartender is the best part of this day.
Karessa looks up at me from her cell. “Yeah, go ahead.”
“I..” I clear my throat. “Should I be texting Oran a lot more? I didn’t do it with Eli and he never said anything, but I feel like I fucked up. I don’t want him to think I don’t care about him.”
“Has he texted you?” Karessa asks.
“Uh… I didn’t check,” I mumble. I pull my cell out and look at the texts.
30 minutes ago
Hale’s Spawn(Husband): I better be the only man you’re tripping over, Bug.
Hale’s Spawn(Husband): I forgot to check...Are you wearing panties?
I clear my throat and look up. I know my neck is red and I’m blushing. Karessa smirks. “Text him back. Go ahead. The more you do it, the easier it gets for you to remember doing it.”
“Okay,” I say timidly.
Me: I didn’t trip. You were seeing things, OH.
Me: ??. Yes, I’m wearing panties.
Hale’s Spawn: OH. Are you drunk?
Hale’s Spawn: What color?
Me: Yeah, Oran Hale. OH. Like... Oh. Oh yeah! Oh this! Oh that! Also, I am not drunk, thank you very much. I am feeling the tipsiness though. #Mimosas.
Me: The color isn’t orange, so there’s that. ??
Hale’s Spawn: Don’t hashtag me, asshole.
Hale’s Spawn: I’ll fix that slick-ass tongue. Watch.
