Page 89 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Oh how the tables have turned.

I could feel the threat when Gio looked down at me and shook his head.

There were two options I could go with. I could not say anything and keep his secret. Or, I could blow this shit wide open in front of these men he respected. Guess which one I went with?

“Hey Dar?—”

That was all I got out before a deep pulse vibrated through my ass, causing my pussy to clench. All words were lost as I sucked in a gasp and held onto the only thing I could, Gio’s arm. It took all of my concentration not to moan and took even more to try and ignore the muscle tensing under my hands.

Clenching my teeth, I dug my fingers into Gio’s arm and silently prayed that I wouldn’t orgasm in a room full of people. I humiliated myself at least once a day, but there were some things that should remain private.

When my knees threatened to buckle and I thought all hope was lost, the vibrations stopped, allowing me to catch my breath. While I was pleased that I managed to hold myself back, my pussy was not. My thighs were slick, there was a coil of tension wound up in my core, while my walls continued to pulse for a few seconds afterwards.

So not only was I annoyed at the thing in my ass, pissed off at the shoes destroying my feet, and hating myself for agreeing to a bet where I had to play good girl for an entire day, but I was also turned on. This was becoming a very exhausting night.

And to make matters worse, my change in demeanour didn’t go unnoticed.

Darry arched a brow, Atlee smirked, and Gio stared down at me with a pleased glint in his eye that I desperately wanted to poke out.

The second my knees stopped shaking, I slapped Gio in the chest. “That thing vibrates?”

“Be good,” he warned, “or you’ll find out just how much it vibrates.”

By be good, he meant to keep my mouth shut.

Telling someone like me to be quiet was like telling a bird not to fly. If I had that ability, then I wouldn’t get in the situations I did. Half the time I didn’t know what I was saying. The words just came out. Besides, how could someone hide something like that from a friend?

If I had something going on with Memphis’s dad – gag – he would deserve to know. And there was the whole married factor. The woman had a husband. I knew what it felt like to be cheated on. Stupid Cindy with her big boobs. How could I keep this to myself? It was irresponsible.

Memphis’s voice rang through my mind.

“Stay out of it, Nova. You’re only going to cause trouble for yourself.”

Ugh, even fake Memphis was the voice of reason.

Saying anything would cause trouble, and I did that enough on my own. And it wasn’t like Gio was underage. He was eighteen. They were both consenting adults.

“Fine.” I hissed. “But I’m not happy about it.”

Guilt pulled Gio’s brows together. “Neither am I.”

Maybe he had a conscience after all. Her on the other hand…

Darry’s mom stood across the room with her arm looped in her husband’s like a dutiful wife, but her stare said otherwise. Her eyes roamed over Gio, and not in a ‘there’s my son’s friend’ way. She didn’t feel bad at all.

And she definitely hated me. When her eyes met mine I could taste the venom in her glare.

So, when some guy came in and announced that dinner was served, I did the only appropriate thing. I reached down, grabbed Gio’s hand, and laced my fingers in his. All while smiling back at her.

“What are you doing?” Gio asked, but didn’t pull his hand away from mine.

“I’m playing good girl, remember?”

“No,” he cocked a brow down at me. “You’re playing with fire.”

That might be true, but I wasn’t the one who looked like they just got burned.

When people started filling out of the room, Gio leaned in and whispered, “don’t egg Carissa on.”

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