Page 34 of Pray for Scars
Nat smiles, falling backward onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. “Liber,”she whispers dramatically.
I roll my eyes, still holding the mesh suit. “And what the fuck is Liber?”
She claps her hands over her face, giggling. I wonder if she’s already snorted something. Maybe she’ll share again. She kicks her tan legs on the bed, then rolls over, propping herself up on an elbow.
“Party house, for the Unsaints.” She lifts one shoulder. “The boys own it.”
My mouth drops open. “Not their parents?”
She tugs at her lower lip as she watches me for a second. “Not their parents,” she finally says.
“But they don’t even fucking work!” I run a hand over my hair, very aware I need a haircut. I got a shower at Lucifer’s, shockingly, but my bangs are getting on my last fucking nerve.
“They do,” Nat says softly. She pushes up to a seated position, her legs dangling off the bed. I see she’s wearing a golden anklet. She averts her eyes a second, chewing her lip, and I wonder how much she knows. She looks up, meeting my gaze again. “They work. Just not, ya know, usual jobs.”
“So what do they do?” I ask.
She nods toward the bikini in my hand. “Put it on.”
“Why?”
“I saw how you looked at him,” she says, looking up at me through her lashes. “I saw howhelooked at you.”
I stiffen. “How’s that?”Like he wants to eat me alive.
She shrugs. “Like he wanted to fuck your brains out.”
I’m momentarily speechless.
She nods toward the bikini again. “Put it on, and let’s get your nice ass back in that pool.”
I blink in surprise as she smiles up at me.
“Don’t worry,” she whispers almost conspiratorially, “we’ll get you good and fucked up first.”
I glance at the bikini in my hand.
Perfect.
I change, leaving my clothes on the bathroom counter, and Nat gasps when I come out, her eyes flying straight to my tits.
“Look at thoseboobs!”she gushes, jumping off the bed and bounding in front of me. I glance down at Nat’s own melons, think about Ophelia’s double Ds, and my face heats.
I cross my arms. I’m used to getting naked, but I’m not used to competing for attention. Being an escort was a one-on-one job, not a free-for-all.
And why the fuck do I even want that bastard’s attention?
You’ll be the most beautiful corpse I’ve ever buried.
Fucking bury me then.
“Nat, really, you don’t have to—”
She pulls my arms from my chest, still gawking at my tits. “No, really. They’re so perky. So small and—”
I yank my arms from hers. “Thanks,” I bite out.
She laughs, shaking her head, flicking a braid over her tan shoulder. “I mean it in the best way.” She pokes my stomach. “Damn Sid, and how’d you get those abs?”
