Page 57 of Let the Light Shine Through

“Was it the tube socks?”

He groans loudly, saying, “It was the tube socks.”

My laughter bounces off our vinyl enclosure.

“You showed up in your sexy-as-fuck tube socks, your one-piece thing—”

“It’s a romper,” I clarify, rubbing my finger on the skin between his eyebrows.

“—whatever it’s called. And your tits looked amazing. And your ass looked even better. All week I’ve been keeping my hands to myself, but today almost broke me. Then I had to sit there and watch some asshole put his hands on you.”

“Technically, he didn’t use his hands at all.”

Roz drops his face to my chest, breathing out, “Jesus Christ.”

“Would it help if I told you it was small?”

He waits a minute, then asks, “Was it?” his breath fanning down my cleavage, causing my nipples to stiffen.

“I don’t think so.” I think back. “He only had a chubby, so it’s hard to tell for sure, but the way it was pressed between my ass—”

Roz’s head pops up. “He’s fucking dead.”

I grapple with his shoulders, trying to keep him in our “boat,” but it’s actually pretty hard when you’re also wheezing from laughing too hard, and I have to resort to wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Good gawd, Roz. I was joking.” Kind of. Not really. The guy was on his way to being fully erect, and he did seem like he was packing, but my jealousy at seeing Roz with Pixie blocked it all out, straight erased him from my memory. If Roz hadn’t brought the guy up, I would’ve forgotten all about him. Nothing about him was worth collecting.

“Your sense of humor sucks,” Roz says, settling himself so his weight’s on me again.

I roll my eyes, pulling his hair at the ends. “I’m hilarious. You’re just a bad drunk. And mean.”

Roz’s own chubby thickens between my thighs, and I have to silence my moan before it can escape.

“I thought you liked it rough.”

Bringing his hand up, he tugs his fingers through my hair roughly, and this moan I can’t suppress at all.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” I warn, my thighs tightening around his hips to bring him even closer. Roz may have a dirty mouth, but can he deliver?

“Baby, I’ll have you finishing before I even start.”

Gold and black eyes stare back at me in an animalistic, crazed, feral way—exactly how I feel—then his hard length lines up with my pussy, grinding mercilessly, the dampness already there soaking the material of my underwear, probably all the way through to my romper.

My eyes clamp down on a sneeze, and I instantly turn my face into the crook of my elbow. Nothing actually comes out, but it’s a habit engrained in my brain from elementary school to sneeze there and now it just happens automatically.

“What the—” Roz’s weight disappears as he lifts himself. “Are you okay?”

I just nod, trying to pull him down, but he remains suspended above me.

“Is it allergies?”

“Not really?”

He’s peering down at me with that concern he wears like a badge of honor, and when his penetrating gaze refuses to let up, I sigh, telling him, “It happens when I’m horny, okay?” Like, chill.

The corners of his lips twitch.

“For real?”