Page 122 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Whoa…” I held up my hands. “You have the wrong idea. I’m not dating Kash.”
I had no interest in ever dating Kash. The guy made sex appointments.
He glared down at me and crossed his arms. “Do you really expect me to believe that? I saw the video, Miss Pyne.”
What video?
“You think you’re pretty smart playing both the Murphys and the Kratzes. Either way, you come out on top, don’t you?”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was done with the conversation. I didn’t need another asshole in my life. However, it was kind of sweet that he was looking out for his brother. He obviously loved Kash—he had the completely wrong idea—but he was only trying to protect his family. For that reason alone, I could excuse his rudeness.
“I can assure you that I have no interest in your brother. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I moved to close the door, but his arm shot out, stopping me.
“I’m warning you, Miss Pyne, stay away from my brother.”
That was it. No more being nice. I kicked one guy in the nuts today and wasn’t above doing it to another.
“Listen, you tiny little man…” I opened the door enough to jab my finger in his chest. “For the last time, I have no interest in your brother. I don’t want to date him, talk to him, or see him. I don’t care how much money he has. All I want to do is have a shower, eat a couple of cookies, and go to bed. Now, get off my porch before I beat you to death with a rolling pin.”
He stared at me for a second before letting go of the door. “I’m watching you, Miss Pyne.”
“You do that,” I said, then closed and locked the door.
What the hell was all that about? Kash better not be telling people that we were dating. Something gave his brother the wrong idea. Oh well, I could deal with that later. First thing in the morning, I would find Kash and make sure he set his brother straight. Right now, I was going to enjoy the rest of my night, starting with a shower.
“Hoo.”
I pointed at the owl still staring in the window at me. “Don’t you start.”
Thank God there weren’t any windows in the bathroom.
While the visit from Kash’s brother disturbed my perfect night, it didn’t destroy it. My mood remained upbeat. Whatever tension had rolled into my body quickly melted away when I stepped under the warm spray of the shower. Steam curled around me until there was nothing left but the steady rhythm of water on my skin and the faint scent of my coconut shampoo.
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as water streamed over my face. Each drop washed something else away. Stress, anxiety, the various confrontations I had with Issac. They all swirled down the drain as my muscles loosened and my breathing evened out. For once, my mind was at ease. Free of the thoughts and fear that had plagued me since I got here.
This shower was preciselyhow I wanted to end my day.
I huffed out a contented sigh and looked down at the suds circling the drain. My feet looked so small on the tiled floor, tiny toes padding about in the water. I wiggled them about and thought back to when I was a child and mom took me swimming for the first time.
I’d always been small, but I felt tiny walking into that pool. Everything was enormous. The benches, lockers, and showers were these grand things that made it seem like I was in a world of giants. As I grew older, I became accustomed to being thesmallest one in the room, but this shower took me back to the public pool with Mom.
There was so much room in here that two full-grown men could fit comfortably in with me. I appreciated the multiple showerheads on the ceiling, but the size was too much. The closet Ravi, Issac, and I were in last night had less room.
“Seven minutes in heaven,” I snorted. “More like seven minutes in hell.”
Trapped in that dark place with nowhere to go while they put their hands on me. That was not heaven. So why did I keep thinking about it? I occupied myself with other things, but no matter what I did, my mind kept pulling me back to when Issac made every nerve in my body light up. How did he do that?
I used to roll my eyes at all the sex crazed teens in my high school. Now, I understood their behavior. If that was how touching felt, I couldn’t imagine what actual sex would be like. Not that I had ever questioned that before. I never considered myself a sexual being. Maybe I was wrong?
No. I didn’t have time for boys. Not to mention, every guy I’d met here was a dick. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t explore myself, right? Self-exploration was normal, and probably overdue in my case.
I was very distracted today, and that wasn’t good. I needed to focus on my education, and I couldn’t do that if I were thinking about some stupid party game. But I made myself orgasm…
My eyes dropped down.
Could I do it? Of course I could. How hard could it be? Issac wasn’t the gatekeeper of pleasure. He was a harbinger of evil. It was my body, therefore I controlled it.
I slid my hand over my stomach, inching closer to the apex between my thighs as a chime rang through the air.
