Page 264 of Ominous: Part 1
I changed into white sweats after my swim, but I don’t have a shirt on, and I catch a glimpse of the top half of my tattoo as I lean against the counter and light up, facing the windows, heat lightning flickering through the clouds.
I got tattooed because I could. Because I’d turned eighteen and Dad couldn’t stop me. It’s good enough, but I didn’t put a lot of forethought into that or the play on the keychain Dad got me.
The next thing, though… I want it to be meaningful.
As I inhale, I think of Eden with tattoos. It turns me on, just imagining it.
I spark up the lighter to watch the flame jump in the darkness of the kitchen and open plan living room, then I push it in my pocket, inhaling from the joint again.
Aside from the music, I can’t hear much of anything. I know it’s thundering outside though, and I can see the glint of waves tumbling from the thin stream of moonlight to the east. There’s the faintest glow of the blue pool lights two stories below, too.
Eden is down there. With my friends.
It makes me feel good, for some reason. I don’t particularly want Dom near her, but I know Janelle and Jasper will watch out for her. And I just wanted another joint, and a second alone. Truthfully, I was half-hoping Eden would follow me, but she was talking with Janelle, their feet in the pool at the deep end, and she must like her.
I close my eyes, listening to the music, the taste of marijuana on my tongue, down my throat. I exhale through my teeth, tipping up my chin, keeping my eyes closed. In my head, I see Eden smoking, clouds of white smoke drifting through her nose.
That was fucking hot to watch, even if it was Dom’s fucking joint.
I drop my hand to my dick, over my pants, palming myself and thinking of how I’m going to fuck her tonight.
I inhale again, not high, but I feel loose, and good, and I want to go find her and take her away from everyone else and—
Someone’s hand comes over mine.
My eyes fly open, my heart racing as I look down into Luna’s eyes.
Confusion and annoyance pound through my temples.It’s very, very hard for anyone to sneak up on me.
But I was thinking of Eden. She’s got me all fucked up.
I stand up straighter, joint pinched between my thumb and forefinger, and I see the orange tip glow bright as I take another pull.
The light reflects in Luna’s eyes.
She’s in only her white bikini, her hair pulled back into a short ponytail, diamond studded flip-flops on her feet.
I slip my hand from under hers, pushing mine into the pocket of my sweats.
And she just grabs my fucking dick.All right, then.
My body feels hot, and I see her lips pull into a smile, one dimple flashing in her oval face.
“Why are you up here?” she asks, her voice low, palm running up and down me.
I turn my head, exhaling, watching white and gray smoke drift through the darkness of the house, the bass from the speakers jolting beneath my white Chucks. I don’t answer Luna.
She keeps running her hand along me, then she presses her other palm over my tattoo, just above the waistband of my sweats as she flicks her eyes along the length of my body.
Sleeping with Luna is easy. Not becauseshe’seasy, because fuck, so am I, really. But we’ve done it so many times, she knows what I like, I know what gets her off, it’s effortless.
But now, thinking of the same old shit with her—grab her throat, her eyes roll back, she can come without me having to touch her clit, she deep throats like a champ—it feels a little… boring. And I know she’s probably fucked Dom recently too, and when I think of him, downstairs withmy girl,untouched by him, or anyone, I kind of want to snatch her away from the whole fucking world.
She’s just for me.
I’ve never wanted someone just for me. Not since…
I take another pull from my joint, refusing to think of my psychological issues.
