Page 131 of Darcy
I take the metal from them, playing with the loops. “Did it come with instructions?”
They all look at Arlo, who shrugs. “No?”
Thirty minutes later, after Slate gave in and Googled the solution, my new ring sits proudly on my finger. The pizza has been abandoned in the kitchen, and the five of us retreated back to the den. The four bands sit snugly together, and the weird wiggles that confused me before have settled into an intricate Celtic knot, with the four rubies surrounding the diamond in the centre.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, stroking over each of the lines.
“It will look better when you’re naked,” Dodger says, stroking my hair away from my neck to press a kiss to the skin there.
I’ve somehow ended up sitting in his lap, my ass bracketed by his thighs as the others lounge around us on their own beanbags.
“I agree,” I murmur, turning my head so I can kiss him. “But don’t you think there are a few things to sort first? We should pick a date, and then there’s the matter of whose last name to pick…”
I’m teasing, of course, but the way their faces go slack with disbelief is entirely worth it.
“The date is Dodger’s birthday,” Slate says, reaching behind me to undo my bra snaps. “Because it’s closest, and he’ll want to unwrap you. As for your last name, I think that’s obvious.”
“It is?” I gasp as he tugs the fabric away and stares hungrily at my exposed breasts.
“You get the last name of the reigning Rainbow Road champion.”
“So yours, then?” Darcy Fletcher-Reyes… It doesn’t sound too bad, but I don’t particularly like the idea of choosing one over the others, even if it’s just their last name.
“Well, you can’t exactly have Prophet’s. That would just be confusing.” Slate’s words earn him a cuff upside the head from the drummer.
“She can have my name if she wants it.”
Dodger’s hands rest on my bare waist. “I vote we have a tournament to figure it out. All of us put forward one game, and then we play each of them until a winner is decided.”
“No way. You’re gonna pick some obscure beat ‘em up with weird button commands,” Arlo complains.
Dodger quirks a brow. “And you’re not going to make us play some vintage arcade shit?”
“Or we head back to CoD and see who manages to get a 360 noscope first try,” Arlo says, leaning back on his beanbag to grab one of the many sketchbooks he’s abandoned all over the house. The second it’s in his hands, he starts to flip through it in search of a clean page.
Slate visibly cringes. “I could’ve gone my entire life without hearing that phrase ever again.”
Arlo looks up from the book just long enough to shoot him an offended look. “Hey! It was ourthing.”
Prophet drops his head into his hand. “That was when we wereteenagers, Lo.”
“You guys are so lame, and my last name isnotbeing decided by that,” I protest, shoving my sweatpants down along with my panties in my haste to end the discussion. “I vote I leave my name exactly as it is. Or I just become Mrs. Hazardous.”
“We can table the discussion for now,” Dodger murmurs, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. “But for the record, I think Darcy Cartwright is—”
“I’m not taking the last name of a man who won’t even tell me his legalfirstname,” I retort, only to drop my head back on a moan as he sucks on my throat before licking the spot.
“I barely even remember my legal first name,” he replies, breath whispering over the damp patch his tongue has made on my neck, making me shiver. “I’ve been Dodger ever since I was a kid. Just like Prophet is Prophet.”
My thoughts are turning fuzzy, but that might be because he’s circling my nipples with his thumbs, teasing them into hard points as the others watch.
“Besides,” he continues, pinching both buds hard until I moan. “I love the way it sounds when you scream it as you come all over my cock.”
His voice, combined with his filthy words, makes goosebumps flare across my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, because he releases my poor tormented nipples a second later, then takes my hand in his and brings it to my breast.
“Show me how you suck your own tits,” he murmurs. “You know I’ve always wanted to watch.”
Arlo’s head snaps up. “She can do that?”
