Page 58 of Deliverance

She was asking questions today about the Brethren…I didn’t know how much she knew. Clearly, she knows next to nothing. I also didn’t know how much I was allowed to tell her. So, I kept it brief. I told her how we all formed for a common cause. That different families are higher up in our hierarchy, but we are all on the same team. I tried to cut it short after that and thankfully, Walcott came up and interrupted us.

I know he’s technically not a bad guy. I mean, he’s Asher’s little lap dog bitch and whores himself out like it’s an Olympic sport, but he’s nice enough. I keep trying to convince myself of that, but when I saw Bridgette wiggling her ass on his dick the other day, my opinion of him slipped. Of both of them, really. What is her deal? Is she so desperate to prove that she’s straight? To who? Herself? She’s been all eyes on Putnam since day one. Now it seems like she’s flirting and giving attention to anyone who will look her way.

Except you, of course.

No, not going there. Besides, it’s not like I look her way. I do my best to avoid eye contact as much as possible. Which is honestly pretty fucking difficult, considering we live in the same building. At least she’s a floor above me, but still.

The traditional back to school bonfire is tonight, and at the persuasion of Walcott and pleading from me, Skyla and I are heading there now, even if she does look like she’s on her way to play bingo. Shaking my head at her dark grey sweater and jeans, I can’t help but want to claw my eyes out. Does this girl not realize she’s one of the most beautiful women on campus? That her body is fucking banging? That she could have every man and woman on their knees for her if she would just stop dressing like an uptight stepford grandmother? Yeah, not wife. Grandmother.

I’m wearing a pair of ripped black jeans, I know, shocker, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd crop top that I cut up a few years ago with my combat boots. Of course, I have my signature black lipstick on and my red curls are messy in a ‘I woke up like this’ way. I run my fingers through my hair to fluff it up as we move through the courtyard and towards the glowing flames of the fire. The music is already bumping, drinks are flowing, and people are humping and grinding everywhere in sight.

Glancing over at Skyla, she looks like a fish out of water. Her eyes are flicking around nervously like she’s not sure how to breathe around all this fun. Okay, that’s a little mean, but seriously. The girl needs to lighten up.

I begin shaking my hips to the beat. Dragging Skyla against me, I grind against her as my hands rest on her hips, forcing her to wiggle, dance, something! She laughs and slowly starts moving for a few seconds before I see Jonathan Bailey, Tatiana’s little brother. He has a beer in his hand that I quickly swipe from him before giving him a wink. Recognition hits him the instant he looks at me. He should; I was sucking on his sister’s tongue at that party Bridgette threw this summer last time I saw him. He’s a sweet kid, which is why instead of getting upset, his shoulders slump and he makes his way back to one of the kegs to get another beer.

“Who was that?” Skyla asks over her shoulder.

“My neighbor, he’s too nice to say no to me.”

“Maybe he likes you.” She throws out.

I snort at that and shake my head.

“I fucked around with his sister this last summer. He knows he’s definitely not my type.”

Skyla laughs at that, and I grin. I love that there is never any judgement from her. I mean, here I am giving Liam shit, when honestly, I’m no better than a man. I love women, all women. They are all beautiful and vibrant and I’m single, so naturally, I want to experience as many as I can have. Sky doesn’t judge me for a second, though. She goes along with my crazy ass, which is another reason why I knew she’d be my best friend instantly.

The song suddenly changes to something a little more sexy. I know there is no chance I’m taking Skyla home tonight, partly because the girl is definitely straight, but also because I’m pretty sure she has a thing for the swim coach. Don’t ask me how I know, it’s just a feeling. The way she talks about him. There has to be something there. She hasn’t said anything yet, though, so I’ll wait until she’s ready.

Anyways, since Skyla is a no go, my eyes scan the surrounding area for my next mission. I haven’t been with anyone since…yeah, so it’s more than time to get back out there. There is a girl behind Skyla with chestnut brown hair and matching eyes. She has a cute little round nose and when she spins around, dancing like nobody is watching, I confirm she has a nice peach shaped ass.

Perfect.

Giving her my best smile, I move away from Skyla as I prowl my way towards her. When she notices me in her space, she startles for a moment before I speak.

“I’m Maggie,” I say.

“I know,” she answers.

She does? I don’t really recognize her, and that’s weird because typically I know everyone.

“I’m Maryia Sewall. We did ballet together when we were like, five?” She laughs, almost nervously.

I frown at that before recognition hits me. Holy shit. I knew the Maryia Sewall with the biggest thick framed round glasses that did absolutely nothing for her. I also remember the Maryia Sewall having really short matted hair who lived in a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt.

She was hiding all of this under those clothes and glasses? What the fuck is with these girls? First Skyla, now her? My god. I think it’s official. Everyone is hot, they just don’t know how to dress their body.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say into her ear before I start moving against her.

She looks a little shy at first. For a moment, I think she’s going to push me away until she smiles slowly and starts moving against me. I wedge my leg in between hers, forcing her to grind on my thigh and she does, wrapping her arms around my neck as she pulls herself in closer.

Shit. Okay, that was easier than I thought it would be.

Her eyes bore into mine, and I can practically see the lust fighting to the surface. Hesitance plays heavy in her gaze, though. Lifting my hand, I brush her hair to the side, exposing her neck. It’s a small move. I always try to initiate an intimate touch that is non-threatening. If she jerks away or is visibly uncomfortable, I back off and turn my sights elsewhere. The way she angles her neck, though, like she’s waiting for my touch, desperate for it, I know that’s not the case here.

My fingers trail down her skin before slipping to the back of her hair. I cup the back of her head and lean forward, pressing her lips to mine. She’s shy at first, hardly moving. Just a few seconds, though, and her lips move against mine, her tongue darting out to tangle with my own. Butterflies rush through me as her arms pull me in closer, and I can’t help but smile against her as I deepen the kiss.

Fuck. I can’t get enough. Maybe it’s because it’s been too long, or maybe it’s because this girl is seriously gorgeous and her tongue is like silk against mine, but I want to fucking devour her whole right here under the moonlight. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I look into her eyes, our heavy breathing matching.

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