Page 54 of Bad Seed
“Sadie,” he says with a smile. Then his face hardens and voice drops. He damn near tears my panties off by growling, “Sadhvi.”
Not really getting the cousin feeling now.
My body breaks out in goosebumps as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. I want to tear his clothes off right now. The string quartet can play as he eats me out on these tiny plates. Forget stupid rule three. Why did I even come up with that?
“Aubry…” I whisper.
I don’t want to be treated like a cheap meal. I’m at least better than a Taco Bell run. But his hands, the veins rising up his forearm, the way his pecs flex as he holds me. My brain wants me to be treated like a lady, and my body wants him to fuck me like top ramen.
I know what I meant.
“Why don’t—?”
“Hello.” The waiter flies in with two steaming plates. Aubry lets me go and we both snake our hands back as a triangle of beef dotted with red and green sauces lands before us. “Are we ready for round three?”
I eye up the man across from me. My pussy’s screaming at me for round ten, twelve, two hundred. But I grab my fork, cross my leg tight, and smile. “Bring it on.”
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HAUNTING GREEN LIGHTS flicker through the reeds in Coyote pond. The fireflies zip around the trees shedding leaves into the still waters. Only the flicker cuts through the soft darkness that’s fallen across Loomis. In the distance, I can make out the mountains from the haze of light that never dims. A sigh slips out as I take in the beautiful view.
“Are you cold?”
Aubry was quiet for most of our walk to digest and shake off all that wine. My head’s still buzzing an hour later. Or maybe it’s the man whose arm I’m holding like my personal bodyguard.
In a dreamy blur, I start to shake my head.
But he’s already unbuttoning his shirt.
The way he does each one with one hand sets my teeth to chattering. Like a gentleman he slides his shirt off, drapes it over my shoulder like a fancy cape, then takes my arm.
My brain shatters. The heat of his body runs down my back and over my shoulders. Even worse, he’s standing there in just a tank top. Exposing those arms in public is dangerous. Women are liable to faint. Men too.
“This is nice,” he calmly exclaims like I’m not suffering an existential crisis here.
I’ve blown so far past I can’t fuck him to I’m not sure how. I don’t even think I have fucked him before because a man this unfairly gorgeous and built can’t be real. And gallant. That’s the word, right? Like those knights with their horses and…
Oh, shit. I’m picturing Aubry Gene on a horse, hair streaming, white shirt tearing open as it billows in the wind.
“Eep!”
“Is something wrong?”
He gazes down at me with a mix of worry and also dead certainty that he knows he’s driving me mad horny. We’re alone, by a pond, at night. The chances of anyone spotting me straddling his cock as he rams me into a tree seem remote.
“Your…” I try to draw my finger down his bare arm, attempting to call him out on breaking the rule. But as I trace it, the vein twitches and my tongue turns to concrete.
“My what?” he asks, damn near laughing.
His what? His arms? His eyes? His smile? His ridiculously talented tongue that could be on my clit right now if I wasn’t being so stubborn?
“Tattoo?” I mumble, tracing over the black lines like I’m trying to draw it myself.
Aubry’s knowing smile dims. He pulls back on his shoulder to look at his ink.
“What is it?”
“A plant,” he says cryptically.
