Page 38 of Between Never and Forever
“I don’t want to go slow,” I tell him. “I want to make it all up.”
The time. I want to make up the time. What we’ve lost. What we’ll lose. I try to explain but the words stick to my tongue, and all I want to do is breathe them into him.
“C’mon.”
His warm hand encases mine, and I close my eyes and let him lead me. The sand feels gritty and strange between my toes, and I flex them back and forth as we walk, sending electric shocks up my calves and thighs. I squeeze his hand and press my thighs together. My stomach jumps. My pussy throbs.
I open my eyes as the music gets louder, wrapping me up with sound.
“Why are we back here?”
I roll my head to him and his smile glows. I put my fingers on his lips again, seeking out his heat. When he speaks, his mouth drags over the pads of my fingertips, burning my fingerprints. I think they’re altered forever.
“We can’t have you running off into the surf, Sav. We should stick close to your friends.”
I shake my head no, the motion slow and heavy. I smile back at him as he laughs, rumbling my chest and between my legs.
“I want to go home,” I tell him. My voice sounds wistful and dreamy in my own ears. “I want to go home with you.”
“Okay. I can get you home. Wait right here. Don’t try to wander off again. I’ll be right back.”
He lets go of my hand, and I frown down at it. It’s empty and alone now. I close my eyes. He’s gone, but I’ll wait. I hum along with the music, swaying back and forth to the tune.
Hands wrap around my waist, and I sink into him. Lips press into my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, reaching for him, wanting more. His mouth moves to mine, and when it lands, I pull away.
It’s wrong. Spicy. Not citrus. Tequila. Not whiskey.
I open my eyes, and instead of brown, I’m met with blue.
“Sean?”
“Want to get out of here, Savvy?”
He leans back in for my lips, slow motion cutting through the color, and I dodge him.
“Yeah.”
I do want to get out of here. I’m leaving with Levi. I open my mouth to say that, but I’m smothered with spice and tequila and someone else. I shove at his chest, twist my body to make room between us, but it doesn’t work. I swing through the color, but nothing happens.
“Sean. Get off,” I mumble against his mouth, trying to shake my head.
“Savvy.”
His voice is a moan. I feel tentacles or ropes or hands on my hips, my ass, my chest. I push and push, and my shoulders burn.
“Off, Sean. No.”
It’s wrong. It’s all wrong. The taste. The feel. The man. I twist again, bring my knee up into something soft, and he grunts. His weight is heavier, suffocating, and then...
He’s gone.
I shake my head, open my eyes, and watch as Levi shoves Sean. Sean swings at him, and I yell. In my head? Out loud? Stop. No. Don’t hurt him. Then Torren comes out of nowhere and shoves Levi. Levi stumbles backward, but rights himself quickly and lunges at Torren.
“She said no.”
Levi growls, throwing his own fist and landing it on Torren’s jaw, then kicking at Sean on the ground. I see the colors explode, shock waves flowing outward from the impact. Red. Deep red.
“What the fuck,” Torren yells. Throws his body into Levi. “Get the fuck off of him.”
