Page 44 of Her Wicked Knights
"And your chance to dance with me is rapidly diminishing?" I tease, popping a fry between my teeth and waving it around a minute. "Don't worry, Mars. There's always prom."
She rolls her eyes at me. "I do request a dance, actually. Is there a list I should add my name to somewhere, or do you want to pencil me in?"
"Saucy." I chuckle. "No need to be jealous, angel. I'll make room for you no matter whether you want the first dance or the last or every one in between."
Marley blushes, and the red on her cheeks looks so good on her, I want to embarrass her again. She's so damn delectable like that.
I think inexplicably of last Halloween, the relay when she had that apple in her mouth, and how she looked good enough to eat. I should have taken advantage of that moment and dropped the apple so I could kiss her and feel her lips against mine, see if she tasted like the Honeycrisp she was biting into.
"Okay," she agrees slowly. "It's a deal."
I want to tell her to tell Jake to fuck off and make this a date instead. He's been even more unbearable than usual these days, and I don't see whatever she must feel. From the outside, it doesn't even look like they like each other all that much. Iwonder if they're growing apart, or if Marley's finally starting to realize that something is off between her best friend and her boyfriend. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they were so vocal about both being out of town this weekend so they could go get a hotel somewhere and spend the weekend fucking.
"What's a deal?" Colton asks, sliding into the seat next to mine. I glance at his suit, and he cuts me a warning to keep my mouth shut. His mom had some sort of fancy event this evening, which Tripp and the Archer's were also subjected to. Based on the fact that Tripp is nowhere to be seen and Colton didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, I'd say Colt sneaked out early.
"Homecoming." Marley grins. "Rev is saving me a dance."
"Really?" Colton muses, eyeing me slowly before turning his attention back to her. "You mean, you're saving him a dance. Will there be one for me, too?"
"Do you want there to be?" She laughs, loud enough to draw the attention of a woman seated down the counter, who watches us curiously for a moment before turning back to her phone.
"Why wouldn't I?" Colton challenges.
"You don't dance." Marley argues. "And whatever you were doing last year doesn't count. I watched you refill your flask in the back of the limo. You were drunk."
"I'd dance with you."
There's a heartbeat worth of silence, and I want to thank Colton because she blushes again. "Okay." She nods. "How did I get so lucky? A dance with RevandColton? I guess I'd better ask Tripp, too, so he doesn't feel left out."
"Don't even ask." I shrug. "It's not like he'd turn you down."
"What if he does? That would be embarrassing. I-"
"Excuse me?" A man stands near the register with his check and cash in hand, and Marley holds up a finger to tell us she'll be right back. We both watch her as she walks away, and suddenly,Whit's words pop into my head. Before I can convince myself otherwise, I turn to Colton.
"If you could have her..." I make sure to keep my voice low enough that we won't be overheard. We're the only ones seated in this section anyway. "But you had to share, would you?"
"Share?" Colton sneers. "No. I'm not into other men, Rev, I've told you. No matter how bad you want my cock, you can't have it."
I roll my eyes, not offended by the teasing in his tone or the truth of his words.
"I'm serious. Like, if she loved you, but she also loved me and Tripp. Would you do it?"
He's quiet for a minute as he turns to me, searching my face for an explanation. I watch him rub his palm over his jaw absently.
"Do... what?"
"Share. I'm not saying would you fuck me or let me fuck you. I'm saying, if she wanted to go to dinner with you and give you a blowjob on Friday night then come sleep at my house and get turned into the filling in a me and Tripp sandwich, would you be okay with that?"
I notice he doesn't make any comment on the 'me and Tripp sandwich'. He's quiet again as he considers the question, and his eyes turn to watch Marley as she hands the man his change, smiling sweetly when he holds his hand up to tell her to keep it.
"I think I'd agree to just about anything if it meant I could have her."
"Me, too." I tell him, acknowledging the ugly truth that Whit brought to my attention a few months ago.
You can't force someone to fall in love with you, and I'd never get away with something crazy like tying her up in the church’s basement and keeping her captive until she develops Stockholm syndrome. But if I could come up with a way to get her to loveme, I'd do it, regardless of whether it was fucked up or morally reprehensible.
"What are we talking about?" Marley asks, leaning on her elbows on the counter and snagging a fry from my plate. I assume she doesn't realize the angle pushes her breasts together and gives us an amazing view of her cleavage, and I'm not too much of a gentleman to tell her.
