Page 6 of Deliverance

“Fucking love it.”

I practically preen under his attention as he holds his hand out.

“C’mon, do a spin for me, baby.”

I slip my hand into his, doing a little spin as he speaks.

“Oooo, girl. Now, what are you doing looking this delicious and still not underneath me yet?”

“Keyword there is yet,” I say as I face him, not letting go of his hand.

His eyebrows raise in surprise, but a satisfied grin takes over his face. With a quick yank, he pulls me to his lap, and I end up falling onto it sideways. He smiles down at me as his arm wraps around my waist, and he buries his head into my neck. Inhaling softly, he places a few kisses against my skin.

I moan loudly, even if it is more than a little forced, as I keep my eyes on Asher who is now dragging the mousey bitch against his jeans over and over again.

“Jeremy,” I moan again, giggling for good measure.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, and I’m forced to give him at least a little attention.

Turning my head to face him, I nod as I loop my arms around his neck and begin kissing him. Our tongues tangle together, sloppier than I like, as his hand snakes up my dress. I sigh and moan loudly, grinding myself against his body and pulling a moan from his chest.

I hear Angela excuse herself, and Dane follows along. I don’t really give a fuck if she’s upset or grossed out, though. I’ll leave her brother just how I found him as soon as Asher fucking looks at me.

“Oh, Jeremy. I want you,” I whimper as I toss my head back.

Asher’s eyes open, landing right on me.

Finally.

“I want you more, baby,” Jeremy says as he tears his mouth away from me. “You mind if I steal her for the night, Putnam?”

Asher frowns, his mouth still not moving from the bimbo on his lap as he waves us off. After another second, he finally comes up for air before pushing the girl off his lap. My heart swells with relief. He doesn’t like the idea of me with someone else. He is jealous. I knew he had feelings for me, I just knew?—

In the next second, Asher is pulling out his cock and forcing the girl’s mouth down onto him. I watch in shock for a moment as Asher settles back into the seat and begins fucking the girl’s throat.

“Do whatever you want with her,” Asher says to Jeremy as he closes his eyes and faces the sky.

I feel a crack in my chest as Jeremy chuckles in celebration. His slobbery lips land on my neck once more, but I can’t take it.

“Get off me.” I sneer as I shove him away and climb to my feet.

“Where you going?” Jeremy calls out. “C’mon, baby.”

He fucking wishes. I’m shoving my way through people, doing my best to keep my cool as I finally make it into the house. Somehow there are even more people in here than outside, and right now I just want everyone the fuck out. This party was stupid, this night was stupid, I was fucking stupid. I don’t even know why I try some days; it’s always going to be the same with him. I just?—

Before I can finish my thought, I’m slamming into someone. A pair of hands reach out and catch me, stabilizing me before I fall on my ass and make an already shitty night that much worse. When I look up, I’m caught off guard to see that it’s Bartlett. My eyes move to see our neighbor, Tatiana, under her arm. Jesus, she’s worse than Asher, I swear to fuck.

Bartlett looks at me with a curious gaze before what looks like concern enters her eyes.

“You good?”

For a moment, I want to break. No, I’m not fucking good. Nothing is fucking good. I’m obviously not going to say any of that, though. So, I do what I do best. I turn the bitch scale to an eleven.

“Get your nasty fucking hands off me! I’m not a pussy lover like you,” I spew, forcing several pairs of eyes to land on us.

She doesn’t react, just lets me go with an impassive look as she holds Tatiana just a little closer.

“No, you aren’t. It’s too bad for you. Instead you’re dick whipped over a guy that barely tolerates your existence. Take a look out there, whose throat is his cock down? Spoiler alert, it’s not yours.”

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