Page 13 of Unrivaled Love
This is unbelievable!
"Listen.” She holds her hands up in the universal “settle down” pose and my belly turns to fire. “Dick called this morning on my drive in. When I saw you here I didn't know if you knew or not so I figured we could play for it and I'd decline the deal if you won."
"But they didn't want me." I remind her. The rejection stinging my chest and sending tension through my limbs.
"No, well, they did, but only if we split it. It was going to be a three year thing with us sharing it and then when you retire I'd take the whole thing."
I'm sorry.
Come again?
What the literal fuck?
I can feel my eye starting to twitch.
This kid is already planning my retirement party?
Sure I'm 28 but I'm in my fucking prime.
Plus, the rage coursing through my veins is anything but mature.
In fact, I feel downright childish as an anger level I’m uncomfortable with surges from my core to my limbs.
"You conniving little…" I grumble through gritted teeth as I feel my lips pull back in a sneer.
How dare she take money right out of my fucking pocket?
She’s not even old enough to rent a fucking car!
FUCK!
She's going to pay for this.
My brain is fogged with the sweet songs of revenge as my body stalks towards her. My pulse is drumming in my ear as I observe Pee Pee taking timid steps backwards.
So she does have self-protection instincts after all.
But her back pedaling isn’t enough. I lunge and get my hands on her before she can run.
As she tries to duck out of my grasp; an image surfaces of dragging a jersey up over an opponent’s head in a fight and so I pull her to me in what might look like a hug.
Her eyes flash wide in surprise before I shove her head under my arm and pull the back of her shirt up over her head blinding her.
For the briefest of moments I’m stunned. Like the dog who accidentally caught the bunny. But when I see her trying to stand and straighten out her shirt I decide I’m not done with her yet.
I shove her head further down under my arm before I sling a leg over her back like I’m a fucking cowgirl.
Giddy-up.
I’ve never been in a fight before. It’s a strict no fly zone in soccer. Pushing gets you carded in a game, punching would be instant ejection and suspension. But my body isn’t ready to relent.
Pee Pee can't get away with this.
Running on pure instinct, I tickle her.
My fingers dig into her rib cage and she shrieks. Her arms flail frantically at my legs. I dig deeper with vengeance as my guide and move down to the crevice of her hip bone; the spot that always caused me to almost piss my pants when my sister would tickle attack me.
"Shit, Jo, stop!" Pee Pee squeals and a maniacal grin spreads across my face.
