Page 7 of Stitch
“Hi.” She smiled, and I found myself grinning back at her.
“Hey. Sorry for walking into you.”
She giggled breathlessly. “My fault, but I’m glad I did.”
She wriggled against me, and I opened my mouth to invite her up to my room, and then reality hit me like a sledgehammer to the nuts… or nut, in my case. Too soon?Always. I couldn’t take her upstairs. I probably couldn’t even fucking give what we both wanted. Jesus.
I backed away from her.
“Uh… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.” Where was my head anyway? Did I give her any opportunity to consent to me touching her? Or kissing her? I practically shoved my tongue down her throat and sucked on her tonsils. Idiot.
“I… sorry.” I backed away, and made my escape down the hall, up the stairs and into my room, while she probably stood there wondering what the fuck kinda loser she just sucked face with. Yeah, that would be me. I’m the loser. Dammit.
I slammed the door as I walked into my room, and poor Elise let out a panicked scream, before she realised it was me.
Cammy
It was like amoment from a movie. We crashed into each other, and our eyes met, and then he turned into a sex beast.Wow. I slid my fingers over my lips, remembering how he just took what he wanted, how he pushed me against the wall, and snogged my face off. I could feel his dick pressing against me, so I knowhe wanted me. He definitely wanted more, so why the hell did he run off like that?
I barely got a look at him. He had light coloured long hair, and a slightly scruffy long stubble on his face. Not really a beard, but more than just stubble. His eyes; they were intense and bright, and yet… were they blue? Or green? I hated that I couldn’t tell. The light in the hallway was dim, and it had also been behind him, so he was more like some dream guy that I couldn’t quite picture completely.
“There you are! I must have run past you or something.” Lissa held out a sparkly top for me, and it was way more ‘me’ than her.
“Wait… this is mine!” She giggled.
“I know, remember when we went away for that girls night, and packed in a hurry? I must have grabbed it by mistake. You’re lucky Ice hasn’t seen it. He’d have made me wear it for… uh… he’d have liked me in it.” I couldn’t see her blush in the dim light, but I’m pretty sure I could feel it.
“Girl, I have so many questions.”
She dragged me back to the bathroom, so I could change into the top, then she folded up my discarded clothes and left them by the door.
“Wait!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“What? You look fine. Better than fine, actually. Better than me.” She turned to the mirror, and fussed with her clothes. She’d changed too, into jeans and a skimpy top. “Ice will go mad when he sees me in this. He’s so territorial.” Something told me she was aiming for specifically that side of him. What was their deal?!
“I met a biker.” She frowned at me in the mirror.
“You’ve met a lot of them. There’s a room full of them, dummy.”
I grabbed her arm. “No. I mean, I ‘met’ a biker… like, uh, we bumped into each other while you were gone, and wow, it was intense. He walked into me, then uh… then he kissed me.”
Lissa gasped, turning to stare at me, grabbing my other hand.
“Oh my god! Who was it? Do you remember his name? Was he in the bar?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t really see his face that well. Just his eyes, his intense eyes, oh… and he really knows how to use his tongue. Damn, I should have followed him upstairs.”
“He went upstairs? Okay, that narrows it down. Not everyone lives here, but also, we can see who’s missing from the bar. We’ll figure it out! You really don’tknow what he looked like?”
“Babe, I was a bit busy being snogged and dry-humped to take a mental fucking picture! His hair was long, I think. He had a stubbly beard… or a short beard, I think. He was a bit taller than me, oh and he felt fit, you know… strong. He’d been drinking, but I don’t know, whiskey or something. I tasted it a bit.”
She sighed. “Honestly, I only know a handful of the guys so far, so I can rule out Ryder, and Reacher, they’re both married, and short haired. Ice, obviously. Has-Been, you’d have noticed if it was him. He’s huge, and has the dreadlocks. And it can’t be Torch; he has the shaved head with the tattoos on it.”
“Oh. That’s his name, he’s kinda scary. Why’s he called Torch?”
Lissa shrugged. “No idea, why don’t you ask him?”
I still didn’t think that was the done thing, or surely she’d already have done that, but if I had enough drinks in me, I probably would.
