Page 89 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Don’t mind Georgia,” Rachel interrupted, lifted her hand to her mouth, and whispered, “I don’t think she has much experience with guys.”
Okay, first off, how was that any of Kash’s business, and second, why was she answering for me? “That’s?—”
“Shhh,” Kash pressed his finger to my lips. “Don’t worry, little firecracker, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
I was so confused that it took my mind a second to register the fact that someone was touching me. When it did, I slapped his hand away from me.
Kash then did something that I had no idea how to respond to. He lifted his hand and licked the tiny spot of my spit off his finger.
After which he lowly groaned and said, “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would.”
There were no words. I was speechless, and not because I was thinking of the proper decorum. My mind was literally blank. This man just licked my drool and groaned as if it were the most desirable thing on the planet. I could barely process what happened, let alone how to react to it. Nor did I have time to think about it.
The hand that slammed down on our table, brought an entirely new problem—a large angry problem who was staring at Kash with murder in his turquoise eyes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Murphy?”
Issac Kratz on a good day was scary. Right now, he was terrifying. If I could’ve made my limbs move, I would’ve run as fast as my legs would carry me. Rachel was also not comfortable with the situation.
Kash, on the other hand, wasn’t bothered in the least.
He sat back and smiled up at Issac, as if the anger openly displayed on his face was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. “What’s wrong, Kratz? You look like someone just stuck their hand in your cookie jar.”
I could hear Issac’s teeth grinding, and I was pretty sure I was about to witness a murder. When he got into a fight with Ravi, he looked calmer than he did now. But Issac didn’t lunge across the table. He didn’t swing a fist or anything else violent, despite the fact that he wanted to. I could tell that by the way his jaw clenched.
Was Issac afraid of Kash? No, it was something else.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Issac growled. “She’s mine.”
Who was his?
“Really?” Kash snickered. “I don’t see your name on her.”
Why did he look at me when he said that?
Issac leaned in closer to Kash and growled, “Oh, I’ll put my fucking name on her.”
That didn’t sound good. I wished I knew who they were talking about so I could forewarn her, but I didn’t see any girls close by.
Kash smiled back at him and sang, “Not if I put mine on her first.”
My eyes swung from Kash—who was still seated, yet somehow appeared bigger—over to Issac, whose looming presence was extra oppressive. Being stuck between these two growly men, arguing over some poor girl, was not a place I wanted to be. I was uncomfortable before Issac showed up.
“Fucking try it,” Issac growled in a tone so deep that I could feel it in my bones.
I definitely needed to get out of here. Maybe I could sneak away without them noticing? And where was Mrs. Gatch? She’d stared at me for two hours the other day because I coughed in the quiet section. These guys were one wrong word away from throwing fists, and she was nowhere to be seen.
Rachel and I exchanged a glance. She dropped her eyes down, indicating that I should go under the table, which was exactly what I did. Rachel followed a second later. Issac and Kash were too involved in their argument to notice, giving us a chance to crawl away.
I was getting ready to climb out the other end of the table and run for the door when Issac snarled, “Georgia is mine.”
What?
I froze half out from under the table, and looked back as Kash snickered, “I guess we’ll see who gets there first.”
Chaos erupted. Issac lunged, Kash flipped the table, and everyone else ran for the door. Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd heading for the exit. Not that I was paying attention. My mind was stuck on the last thing Issac said.
Georgia is mine.
