Page 60 of Petals of Blue: Part One
The other bodies writhing on the dance floor disappear.
Just me and Jared. The boy who hurt me, now the man who ignites me.
Until it isn't just us. Heat scorches my back and new hands wrap themselves beneath my hip bones."My turn," Roman rumbles in my ear, soaking my pussy.
Rome tugs me away from Jared, breaking the kiss and starting a new fire in me as he trails his own path of nips and licks up the side of my neck.
Holy shit...
Thirty-Eight
FELIX
She. Is. Something. I don't think defining Blue with words is possible. She has something that few people have.
It's an energy. One that no matter how hard you try to avoid it or deny its existence, it captures you anyway. Once it has you, you wonder why you fought it to begin with.
Shedraws you in, and once she so much as smiles at you, you'll never want to be free of her orbit.
Blue Bennett is life. How would you describe life?
Life is...
Beautiful, dark, chaotic, scary, wonderful, maybe even a little unpredictable? And you know what? No matter how unbalanced the scales can get sometimes between the good and bad, you still fuckingcrave it. Want more of it. Beg for more time with it. Worship it.
Blue is...
Beautiful, dark, chaotic, scary, wonderful, and a little unpredictable. And I know for a fact, no matter the good days or bad days, Icraveher. I want more of her. To beg for her time. I want to worship her.
So if I had to describe Blue, I would tell you she has an energy that matcheslife.
Her face is lit up like the sun, while her body grinds like sin. Arms lifted over Roman's shoulders, she looks larger than life and like she won't ever stop reaching for the stars.
One year older.
I vow right here and now never to miss another birthday.
"We should get her home," Declan suggests, having chosen to stay mostly sober with me. I wouldn't have minded if he had a few more drinks, but I'm proud of him for setting a boundary for himself.
As the designated driver, I've spent the past few hours watching over the group and making them drink water. Declan has been taunting me with not-so-subtle dick touches, making my job to look out for everyone a bit harder.
Like right now!
"Felix?" he moans in my ear and slides his hand up my shirt.
I clench my jaw and grab his like I love to do. Canting his head to the side, I growl out my demand, "Get your ass to the break room. If you aren't on your knees when I get there, you aren't coming for a fucking week."
He chokes on a gasp and calls me rude. That's what teases get. I watch him push through the crowd, and once he's out of sight, I hustle for Kevin and Levi.
Their heads are close together at the bar, but they listen adamantly when I ask them to keep watch for me. I don't mind their knowing smirks because I'm all in on Declan.
I have no embarrassment or shame about our budding relationship. He's mine, just like Blue is—will be.
I'm thankful for my jeans keeping my boner at bay, but once I bust through the door to the staff lounge, I'm ready to rip the fabric from my body. Snarling and popping the button, I lock the door behind me.
"Impatient much?"
My blood heats in response to Declan's sassy remark. I turn and stomp toward his kneeling form just feet away from me.
