Page 27 of Bad Seed
Fucking so hard you can’t hear the howls over her screams?
“Oh, you know… Doing things.”
My god, is he blushing? Did this gigantic bull of a man go from ‘I will thrash a dozen men’ to ‘awkward nerd’ in two point five seconds?
I cannot let this go.
“What kind of things?” I ask, damn near purring while I trace my finger down his forearm. As I go, the terrain hardens, veins rising in his hand until they look purple under his soft brown skin. “Fun things?”
His lips part, a slow breath tumbling out. “Very much so.”
“Do you use this hand…?” I ask, skirting my nail off of his sleeve and down his pointer finger.
A deep chuckle rises from him. “Sometimes, I use both.”
Holy shit.I hoped when he was pressing against me before he wasn’t hiding a bottle of banana sauce in his pants.
Aubry fans his fingers out then takes mine. Extending my arm down, he leans over me, his lips almost on my ear. “Every night, in bed. Alone. I sit back on my pillows, open my phone, and…”
Yes. Tell me every dirty thing you do to yourself. Let me soak in the tub for years remembering you stroking yourself until I’m eighty.
“Watch The Office until one in the morning.”
What?
He’s snickering, proud of himself for that joke.Oh yeah, well…
My hands move before my brain realizes what they’re up to. I’m maybe three-quarters of his size, but when my palms slap onto his side and push—he gives.
He doesn’t just give, he tumbles…into the river moat.
Serves him right for stringing me along like that. I start to smile when the falling Aubry cries out, “I can’t swim.”
What!
He stumbles backward into the water, his face plummeting below the blue surface. I don’t think at all. One-second I’m standing on the grass, the next I’m leaping feet-first into the river. Cold shocks my bare legs. The water snatches my dress and balloons it out as I sink down to save Aubry.
“I’m coming!” I shout, chest in and prepared to go under.
Wait a second.
I bounce my knees realizing my feet are on solid ground.
“Ah ha!”
The water bursts, Aubry emerging like a vengeful sea monster. I grit my teeth, ready to be angry at him. Light catches on his body. His shirt is soaked to abs, pecs, and other muscles I can’t name but want to lick. He’s torn open two buttons, exposing more of his chest that glitters from water droplets. With a shake, he slicks his hands back through his hair, his eyes closed as he bathes in the moonlight.
If that’s a sea monster, throw me in the ocean.
Aubry drops his arm, his hip cocked so he looks like a swimsuit model in a wetsuit contest. “You jumped in to save me.”
“You said you can’t swim. You lied.”
He smiles at that, as if he loves being called out. “You did push me.”
“Because you didn’t… You made me think—”
“What?” he asks so innocently, I question everything. Not just if he was leading me on, but the whole night. Was every innuendo just a misunderstanding? Am I really only here for dinner?
