Page 33 of Privilege
I can feel her pussy starting to contract. If I slid one finger inside of her right now she’d fall apart all over me. Her skin is flushed, and my entire hand is drenched in her juices.
One finger is all it would take…
“Fuck, Cara, I’m gonna come,” she almost screams, her thighs shaking so hard I’m surprised she’s still upright.
I yank my hand out of her bottoms and step backwards. She falls forward a little, her stomach muscles clenching, and she catchesherself by putting her hands on her knees. She peers up at me with eyes full of angry tears, and for a moment I think she’s going to slap me but she doesn’t.
She stands up slowly, still panting, and her nostrils flare. I can hear the gears working in her mind as her brain comes back online.
Yeah, Jamie. I can play games, too.
She takes a deep breath, steadies herself, and then nods once. She sees me.Reallysees me. And she knows she’ll fucking lose.
“Go home,” I say.
Her eyes flash, but then she stomps off out the side door.
I take a deep breath and exhale loudly, relieved. Rich and I have enough obstacles with his family. I don’t need sniveling exes, too. And as much as I love Rich, he’s neverbeen good with conflict. Having met his mother, I can see why.
There might have been some better ways to manage this situation, including having a sidebar with Rich and simply asking her to leave. But before I can fully process the level of mean girl I displayed, I realize Dane is standing in the other entrance of the pool house. His eyes are glued to my hand—the one that only moments ago was in Jamie’s pussy.
“Youshould watch yourself with that,” Dane says slowly. “Jamie’s cunt is a fucking curse.”
“I take it you know first hand, then?” I say. Tired of this pointless, exhausting game of socialshitI stalk towards him. “Isthatwhat happened with you and Rich?”
Dane sneers, his mouth twisting into an ugly line. “Never got a chance to taste her,” he says. “We were interrupted.”
“Dane. You’re a good person. Why can’t we sort this out together? Whatever happened—”
“You’re not part of this family, Cara,” he says coldly. “You’ll never understand. And you can’t fix me.” He blinks, like he surprised himself. “This.You can’t fix this.”
My heart squeezes. “I might not be part of the family, but I can still help.”
He laughs. “You’re so far out of your depth, Cara. You’vebarely had a tasteof this world and you’re already losing control.You don’t belong here.”
It cuts to the bone, for someone to say it like that. Bluntly. Baldly. Smash my ribs in with a sledgehammer. Because he’s right—Idon’tbelong here. But I never thought it mattered.It doesn’t matter to Rich, and I very stupidly thought Dane didn’t care either.
I force back the tears burning in my eyes. His expression is taut,conflicted,like he doesn’t know whether he should kiss me or yell at me. Before he gets a chance to do either, I turn and walk away.
I’m almost out the door when I see his reflection in the glass. His face…Jesus.It’s like he’s been hit in the chin with a fucking tire iron. His eyes catch mine in the reflection, like in the mirror on my first night.
“It’s okay Cara,” he says quietly. “Someone has to be the villain, right?”
Chapter Seventeen
Dane
Over the years, I’dwatched countless girls go up against Jamie and make a run at Rich. Half of them ended up in my bed instead but that’s besides the point. The point is, I’d never seen anyone take theI can make you want it so bad you’ll never be able to look me in the eye againapproach.
Not nobody, Dane.
I shake off the thought.
Cara makes me think of this old Italian couple in Siena. I stayed at an agriturismo outside of townfor a couple of weeks, a tiny rundown vineyard with creaky beds and dirty windows. But the food was killer and the owners were the warmest people I’d ever met despite the fact that they didn’t speak a word of English exceptyou eat more.
They must have been a hundred years old, but every Saturday night they got drunk and had sex, their moans leeching out into the darkness and seeping into the grapevines. Sometimes one or both of them would wander into the main living area pantless or topless and rummage around for more wine, junk hanging out, grey pubes for days, tits to knees, but they’d be holding hands and laughing and chatting away in Italian. It made my heart clench. That people could love each other like that.
I see it for them. Rich and Cara. I see them old, and wrinkled, and drunk. And I’m so happy for him that I can’t breathe, because that’s all I ever wanted for my brother. My worst fear was that he’d knock Jamie up and end up like his dad, or worse—mine.
