Page 35 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“None of us wants a bride,” Slater snorted. “That doesn’t mean she doesn’t get you hard.”
Ravi rolled his eyes. “What the hell does that prove? That girl gets us all hard.”
That wasn’t what Slater was talking about. Getting a guy going wasn’t difficult. Hell, a stiff breeze could get Levi hard. It was the desire Slater saw in my eyes that he was questioning. Most chicks were nothing more than a means to an end. I used them to get off and moved on. Georgia Pyne, on the other hand…
When she pulled out that pepper spray, I damn near bust a nut. And it wasn’t because she fought back. There was nothing extraordinary about that. It was her scent.
Something was intoxicating about the way she trembled, all terrified and wide-eyed while she pretended not to be scared. It took everything I had not to chase her down when she ran out of the cafeteria.
Georgia Pyne’s fear was my crack, and that girl was afraid of everything. Just talking to me had her wiping sweaty palms on her jeans. It was so fucking hot watching her try to not freak out. Like a little mouse trying not to panic in the lion’s den. Now that shit got me going.
I’d be jerking off right now if these assholes weren’t here.
“You want us to give you a few minutes?” Ravi asked while nodding at my groin.
“Why the fuck are you looking at my dick again?”
“It’s kind of hard not to notice.”
Levi gave him a look. “I didn’t notice it, but I would like to come back to the ‘again’ part of Issac’s statement. Did something happen between you two? I know Ravi’s had a thing for you…”
“Fuck off, Levi,” Ravi snarled back at him. “Don’t pretend that you haven’t checked him out.”
“Hey! It’s hard not to see things in orgies.”
And that was why I continuously turned down Levi’s ‘party’ invitations.
“Besides,” Levi said. “We were talking about Issac’s bride. Not my sexual proclivities.”
For fuck sakes. “Georgia’s not my bride.”
“But you want her to be.”
“No, I don’t.” Did Levi drink the magic juice this morning? “I just want to fuck her, okay.”
“Alright,” Levi nodded. “We can work with that.”
“What?” What the fuck was he talking about?
“If you fuck her, then she’s no longer a virgin, right?”
“Right?” What was his point?
“If she’s not a virgin, then she can’t be…”
Realization dawned on me. “Given away as a bride.”
“Ding, ding, ding.”
Well, shit. Why didn’t I think of that? It was a simple and easy solution to our problem. Hold Georgia down and fuck her hard. Hell, we could all fuck her. That was something I’d like to see. Four men using the shit out of little Miss I-don’t-like-to-be-touched. She would fucking hate that, and I would get off on it.
“You know, Levi,” I looked over at him. “Sometimes I love you.”
He nodded. “I know.”
Confident prick.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Levi got off the table. “Let’s go find her.”
