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He notices my withdrawal and pulls me back with an arm around me. I lean into him and rest my arm along his thigh.
I’m being stupid, I’m just tired. It has been a long week… a long year.
“No fucking way. They just found and confirmed another body!” Bobby cries with excitement after his phone pings. He scrolls rapidly down the screen with his thumb, reading under his breath for a moment. He’s a fast reader.
“That serial killer guy? The school one?” Joseph asks, moving to look over Bobby’s shoulder as Bobby nods a yes.
“Bobby has a strange fascination with him,” Nok whispers and bites the lobe of my ear.
“So does my sister,” I mutter, feeling nauseous. “I don’t like it. It makes me ill and anxious.”
“Where did this one happen?” Nokosi asks, trailing his fingertips up and down my bicep.
I try to relax, but how can I? My memories are gone and they’re talking about… I just can’t even think about it.
“Denver, Colorado,” Bobby replies, even more excited now. “That’s really not all that far!”
“It’s like a twenty-hour drive,” Joseph says, laughing loudly.
“Road trip.”
“You’re vile,” I state, shaking my head with judgment. “How can you be so blasé about death?”
“It’s interesting.”
“It could be you.”
Bobby and Joseph look at each other, excitement evident once again. I roll my eyes but can’t stifle a small laugh at their expressions. These are the kind of people who go looking for danger. We’re more alike than I thought.
“Do they have any evidence pointing to who it might be?” Nok asks the question I too was thinking.
“Not that they’ve said. Apparently, suspects have been arrested and released.” He clicks his fingers. “I personally believe that it’s not just one person, I believe it’s many.”
“Many killers?” Joseph asks his enthusiastic friend, gulping the gin like it’s water. I follow suit, cringing when the liquid touches my lips.
“Yeah, like maybe it’s just a bunch of jilted girlfriends trying to throw off the cops?”
I roll my eyes at their conspiracy theories and drink more alcohol. I’m feeling buzzed already, but not so much that I can’t control myself. Though I don’t let Nok know that. I want him to think I’m thoroughly intoxicated.
I press my lips to his, eager to forget this night in his touch. He kisses me back, growling when I hold tight to the front of his shirt.
My sister comes to mind, her concerns that he might hurt me. She spoke of it again this morning and I know she’s wrong. I know that I was wrong about him.
Sure, he’s a bit of an asshole, but is he so much an asshole that he would hurt me if given the chance?
“I think,” I mutter against his lips and hiccup convincingly, “that I’m a lil bit drunk.”
He grins and holds out his hand for the bottle, closing his strong fist around the neck. “Then I should catch up.”
I kiss his sweet, cherry gin lips and then taste it on his tongue with mine.
“What is that devious mind of yours concocting?” he whispers as his friends laugh and joke about murder mysteries and reservation police and how they’d all protect themselves like olden times. We shut them out, letting our eyes pass the communication between us.
“How we can get rid of them,” I whisper and guide the bottle to my lips.
The drunker he thinks I am, the better.
“Boys,” Nok yells suddenly, his eyes on mine, pupils dilated with arousal.
They both fall silent and look at us.
“Leave,” he barks and sucks my lower lip into his mouth.
They laugh as they go, taking the rest of the gin with them, wishing us good fun and good fucks. Little do they know.
I fall backwards onto the blanket the moment the door closes and stretch like a contented cat.
Nokosi kneels at my feet, circling my ankles with his hands. It’s a warming feeling and I moan when he starts to massage my calves, getting higher and higher with each stroke of his fingers. When he reaches my skirt, which stops above my knees, he drags it upwards baring my flesh and the triangle of my black thong.
His breath becomes ragged when I sit up slightly, letting my hair fall around my shoulders as I lean on my elbows and let my knees part.
“Rip it,” I breathe, looking into his amazing eyes. The pupils expand, showing his arousal right as his hands grip the lace-covered fabric and pull it apart where my hip dips.
His smile is one of masculine approval and he makes quick work of the other side.
And then, when I’m free of the cloth that hides my sex, I part my knees again slowly and show him all that I am. The cool air hits my wetness making me shiver with excitement.
He watches as I push my own fingers between my lips and circle them over my clit. I have courage from the alcohol that I would not have otherwise. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I wouldn’t be so quick to part my thighs for a man I only like when it suits me and not because I think he’s worth liking.
