Page 82 of Show Me How
That shakes me out of my haze enough for me to ask, “For what?”
“It’s a douchebag move to not warn you properly first. I wasn’t expecting it to hit that fast.”
My spine straightens slightly. “Really?”
His eyes dig into me before he chuckles in disbelief. “You can take it as a compliment if you want to.”
“I thought I did something wrong,” I admit. My fingers are sticky, and I move them awkwardly to my side. “Did I?”
“Not even close. You’re a risky little thing, though.”
I flush, remembering the mess on my cheek. “I’m not sure where that came from.”
It doesn’t even matter, though. It’s there, this part of me I never knew existed until I met him.
“There’s a lot more to you than you think, princess.”
Letting that sink in, I roll my lips and follow the movement of his hand as it moves to my face. His thumb swipes over the apple of it, and I grow hotter when he pulls back, exposing the thick liquid on his finger.
“Can I use your bathroom?” I squeak, hardly waiting for him to answer before starting that way.
If I stay, God knows what I’d ask of him. I’d embarrass myself by asking him to hold me or something . . .
“Of course you can.”
My legs are weak when I stand and then scurry away without another word. Slipping into the bathroom, I flick the light on with my elbow. The water from the tap is cold, and I don’t give it a chance to warm up before washing my hands. I watch his cum slide down the drain and grin like a creep as what just happened finally sinks in.
I never thought I’d have the guts to do that. To ask for it. To make him lose control.
Shade lost control because of me.
Mission accomplished.
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Daisy tugson Bryce’s hand when she glares at the sign in front of us.
Oak Point Pumpkin Patch is scrawled across it in thick, hand-painted orange letters and sandwiched between pumpkins of all sizes. They look absolutely nothing like the real pumpkins sprawled all over the field. These ones look like they’ll melt into puddles of goo before we even make it to Halloween.
“There are so many traditions we could start that don’t involve this,” Bryce says.
Daisy pulls her forward, and I follow. “Like? Name one.”
“We already do matching costumes for Halloween.”
“Only because you can’t stand me dressing up as something that doesn’t match you. Plus, we don’t include Shade in that tradition.”
I chuckle under my breath when Bryce glares at me.
“Are we in a threesome and I just haven’t realized it?” she asks.
Draping my arm over Bryce’s shoulder, I reach past her and tap Daisy’s earlobe. “That would be impossible. You’d never forget that if it were the case.”
“Exactly. Warm up, Frosty. This is what friends do. They go out and do things that don’t include drinking beer at a bar or getting a tattoo,” Daisy pushes.
Bryce shrugs my arm off but doesn’t shove me away. I’ve been under her skin for a long damn time now, and there’s no plucking me out. She’s my friend, and I like to keep my friends. I do just about anything to ensure they don’t leave, actually.
