Page 32 of The Red Zone
Fuck me. She was such a tease.
With a wry smile on my lips, I pulled out my two middle fingers and thrust them back inside her so hard it made her breath hitch. She followed that up with a taunting smile that made my fucking head spin.
Now, what I hadn’t planned for was the surge of jealousy at her mentioning another person taking my place. For a quick moment, I tried convincing myself that it wasn’t jealousy, that I was simply caught up in the moment of lust and hormones. That was until I felt her inner walls begin to clench around my fingers all while her breaths grew quick and shallow.
She was close. So close that I could feel her beginning to ripple around my fingers.
“I—"
“You what?” I challenged. “You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?”
She nodded and I let one more desperate moan slip past her lips before slipping my fingers out of her heat and turning to walk away. My hand was soaked, coated in her juices and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to taste her.
I couldn’t let this go that far, though.
Behind me, Mae let out a frustrated groan which made one corner of my mouth lift upward.
“What the fuck?”
“You said twenty minutes… it’s been twenty-one,” I called over my shoulder, not giving so much as a glance back. “Goodnight, March. You could use some rest. Might help… take that edge off.”
As I turned right toward the front door of the poorhouse, I heard her muttering a stream of choice expletives as she shut off the water.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up early to clean the pool before practice. Only this time, I fished out her light blue swimsuit top from the deep end, grabbed her bottoms from the deck, and placed them on the ivory finished rectangle dining set. That way whenever she woke up, and tried coming out here to enjoy sipping on her morning tea at the head of the table like usual, she’d be met with a piercing reminder of last night’s endeavors.
Man, what I would’ve paid to stick around and see the look on her face.
ELEVEN
MAE
“I have a proposition for you.”I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and plopped down next to October, who was sprawled out on the fluffy white sofa with his eyes glued to the television screen above the small fireplace.
He didn’t bat an eyelash when I strolled into the pool house unannounced. Granted, the door had been unlocked, and sometimes, like now, I forgot Scarlett didn’t live in here anymore, and I wasn’t welcome to march right in with no reason. Old habits die hard, but if he wanted to give me shit over it, I’d classify it as Landlord privileges.
“Not interested in going down on you right now. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Could you be any more crass?” My face scrunched together as I turned to look at him.
“Really? You’re going to pretend like you weren’t milliseconds away from coming on my fingers last weekend?”
Why, yes. Yes, I was.
So much so, in fact, I made up some lame excuse as to why I couldn’t attend Scarlett’s Friday night dinner last weekend. What was so wrong about pretending?
It was simply a temporary moment of weakness that never should’ve seen the light of day. Or, more technically, the dark of night.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy reveling in a self-deprecating joke from time to time—keeps me humble. Like the time I accidentally fell face first on the runway at Milan Week of Fashion. Humiliating? Yes. But I was modest enough to laugh at the memes that circulated on Socialgram after.
Reliving the mortification of almost hooking up with October, though? No, thank you.
I wouldn’t even allow myself the indulgence of remembering how much I liked the feel of his hands as they explored my body or how the heat of his breath against my neck as he worked his fingers in and out of me sent goose bumps down my spine.
Nope. I would not allow it. More importantly, I could not allow it. Because if I did let one teenytinythought slip through my brain, then that would leave the door open for me to convince myself falling into bed with him would be a rational decision.
And frankly, I’d rather bathe in cow manure than wake-up in bed next to him after a hot and heavy night of giving into horny Mae’s desires. October was already revolting enough, but add in morning breath to the mix and I would be left with no choice but to swear off the entire male species as a whole.
