Page 67 of Petals of Blue: Part One
I frown.Hmm. I can feel Felix waiting for me to answer, and when I check to see if Jared or Roman have any ideas, they’re scratching their chins. Normally we do something like decorate our place, get candy for the trick or treaters and go out for some drinks or see some live music.
"We haven't talked about it, actually. We've been a little..." I catch Blue's gaze and fuckingrelishin the widening of her eyes when I say, "distracted."
Violet hums and taps her fork on her mostly empty plate of potpie. "Ma and I go see scary movies at the theater together every Halloween. You all should come!"
Blue breaks our stare down to frown at her cousin. "Do I get a say, V?"
"Nope!" I interject, ready to play my chaotic role to get us even more embedded in Blue's life. "Violet invited us. No takebacksies."
Felix pinches my leg a little, making me gasp and glare at him. He's not looking at me but at Violet with a soft expression. "We would love to come. Thank you, sunshine."
"Great!" Violet shouts and jumps from the table. "I don't mean to eat and run, but my friends are going on a hike, and I told them I'd join."
"What time will you be home?" Blue asks, looking nervous.
"Not sure," Violet admits and kisses the top of Blue's head. "You stay. I have someone waiting outside. Love you! Bye guys, thanks for dinner."
Just like that, Violet's gone in a whirlwind of blonde hair and enthusiasm. "Does she always have so much energy?" Roman wonders out loud.
Blue sighs and takes a small sip of her wine suddenly looking exhausted. "Yes. I don't remember the last time I slept in while she was home."
Roman nods like he understands and pulls her chair away from the table. He lifts Blue by the elbow and starts pulling her toward the couch. I'm shocked she doesn't fight him or say a word as he wraps a blanket around her.
"You stay here. Brownies will be done shortly. We'll clean up and come join you in a few minutes," Roman explains, pinning her with an intense stare.
I can see the side of her face as her expression pinches. Just as she's about to protest, Roman rubs his thumb across her cheek and begs, "Let us take care of you. Please."
She deflates, and as I load the dishwasher, I hope like hell we will have a lifetime of taking care of Blue.
Forty-Three
BLUE
It's fucking hot in here. Not the kind of heat that makes you sweat but the kind that makes your core boil. My tummy flutters with bubbles from the molten lava between my legs.
The tension in the room ramped higher and higher with each man who surrounded me on the living room sectional. When Roman asked me to relax and we'd watch a movie soon, a teeny red flag went off in my head that this might not be a good idea. But damn it felt nice to be taken care of for once in my fucking life.
The red flag that started waving around in my mind an hour ago has gotten much larger, brighter and far more frantic the wetter my pussy gets.This is not a good idea.
Thisbeing whatever my body is craving.
If I'm being completely honest, I don't know what Jared put on the TV. We're already forty-five minutes in and I haven't focused on the screen long enough to figure it out.
I don't care either. All I care about is Felix's motherfucking hand moving beneath the blanket spread across his and Declan's lap. I hear nothing but the hitches in Declan's breathing.
The movie isnothingcompared to the slow build of whatever those two are doing. Oh, I forgot to mention—Jared'storturingme. Maybe I should have protested when he sat so close to me, but there were a few inches then. Now, not so much. Literally none.
My body had a mind of its own when I pulled my knees up and rested them on Jared's thigh. Total mistake. He's warm and solid. His hand rests on my leg, fingers tickling the skin between the hole in my jeans.
I'm wet and pliable.
The wine loosened me up enough to put myself in this position, and the slight buzziness in my head keeps me from really paying attention to the red flag.Caution, do NOT enter.
I won't, but they?—
Shifting, my nose catches a yummy whiff of Jared's sweatshirt and a little sigh exhales from my mouth. Mortification swamps me, and I duck into his arm a little. Roman's heavy gazestilllingers on me. I don't think he's seen more than a few minutes of the movie either.
I'm pleading with the universe to give me the boost I need to jump off this couch and leave, but it doesn't happen. I'm comfortable and incredibly fucking intrigued by the new sounds coming from the other corner of the sectional.
