Page 80 of Ecstasy
Kaitlyn stiffens, her lips still on my throat, her fingers still grazing my chest. I can feel where every inch of her body connects with every inch of mine and I can’t stand it.
I need her to get off me.
She sucks in a breath. “What?” She sounds offended.
I don’t bother repeating myself. I sit up abruptly and she crawls backward on the bed, holding up the white sheet to cover her chest as if I didn’t just fuck her sixty seconds ago.
I don’t bother looking at her as she stumbles off the bed, picking her clothes up from my floor. It’s dark in here anyway. Not much to look at.
I run my hand through my hair, lean my head against the headboard at my back as Kaitlyn huffs and stomps around as she gets dressed, clearly pissed.
I was surprised she came up to my room with me so easily. She’s not a cheerleader, but I thought she and Rihanna were friends. They were always hanging out with each other at the house on the weekends. Shows how much I know about the inner workings of girls.
I close my eyes, and Mom’s eyes flash in my mind.
Green.
They were so green.
Looking up at them through the bath water, they were brighter than usual. Things are usually murky underwater. Dim. But not her eyes. Not then.
This is why I don’t fucking sleep.
I open my eyes to clear the memory.
“Have a great night, Eli,” Kaitlyn snarls at me, but she doesn’t open the door.
I wish she’d open the damn door.
“Yeah. You too.”
She sighs again. Loudly. “I thought Alex was the asshole.”
I think about Alex shoving Zara onto the kitchen counter. I think about him pushing that bottle between her teeth. I think about how I wanted to break it over his head.
My thoughts shift to last fall.
How he got hammered because his dad cheated on his mom, again.I think about how he followed that girl upstairs.
“He is,” I assure Kaitlyn. “Close the door on your way out.”
That does the trick. I watch as she storms out, slamming the door so hard the white model Trans Am on my nightstand slides into a glass of water, making a high-pitched sound that makes my skin crawl.
I stretch out my hand, without looking, to steady it and my fingers curl around the cool metal car. I rise to my feet and head to my desk on the opposite side of the room from my bed. I sit down, flip on the little black lamp, and tap the keyboard on my laptop.
The browser is already open, cars for sale in Falls Creek on my screen.
I grab my noise-cancelling headphones and slip those on, turn upFeel You Out, and start scrolling through cars, first checking out an old Corolla that would be a good daily if I wanted to spare the 370Z a few miles.
But I’m not really seeing the dark green paint, gone pale from the sun. I only just notice the rust on the side of the driver’s door. I’m barely paying attention.
All I can see is her face as she came on Alex’s dick.
I press my thumb to my mouth and bite the skin hard enough to bleed. The taste of iron fills my mouth, and I think about herblood. I wonder if she’d let me lick it from her thigh.
I wonder what it tastes like.
Sweeter than mine.
