the nearest aisle, and I follow her like an obedient puppy. My heart starts racing, and my palms sweat up a storm as if this were an actual first date. We take our seats, and the lights dim just enough for some stupid quiz to replay on a loop on the screen.
Scarlett leans in. Her honeysuckle sweet perfume grazes over my dick like cool fingers and leaves it aching for some attention. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Those glassy green eyes of hers dance over my features, and a knot builds in my stomach because I know she’ll never be mine.
“I think we should go together. As soon as we get there”—I trace her lips with my gaze—“I’ll follow your lead.” God knows my body is begging to devour her in twelve different ways. Scarlett has been the star of my twisted dreams now for weeks. I can’t really blame myself for something I have no control over, but I won’t deny I haven’t enjoyed the hell out of them.
“My lead.” Her lips part just enough as we lock eyes, and her fingers fumble over her mouth a moment. “Um”—she clears her throat—“is there anything off limits?” Her eyes rake over the length of my body as if she were sizing up her next meal.
A dull laugh penetrates my chest, but I won’t give it. “You have an all-access pass to everything you see.”
A crowd of girls moves in from behind her, and I groan. Tucked in the middle of the crowd are Savannah and her shrew crew.
Crap.
“Hey!” Savannah gives a wild wave and lands in the empty seat to my right. She leans over to Scarlett, her hand landing over my crotch as if to stabilize herself, and I gently remove it. “Sorry if I acted like such a witch the other night. Rex totally explained that you had a little too much to drink and got carried away with the music.” Crap. I may have uttered those words, but only to suppress any raunchy rumors she and her rumor mongering friends were about to spew all over campus. It’s bad enough there was a choir of he’s making out with his sister! going off around us. “And when he said you were lonely, it just broke my little glass heart to pieces.” She sighs for effect. “Trust me, I’ve got a whole list of guys that are just as desperate as you are to get into the dating pool. I’ll set you up first thing!”
I sink in my seat a notch before slowly shifting my gaze toward Scarlett.
“Oh, is that so?” Scarlett bleeds a black smile my way that suggests I hold on to my nut sack because she’s a damn good shot with that bow, and everybody knows it. “Why, I look forward to meeting up with guys just as desperate as myself. In fact, I’m just dying for you to make this happen.” Scarlett throws me the death stare.
No sooner do the lights dim to pitch than Savannah’s hand finds a home on my knee. I’m quick to remove it. Casually, I shift as the movie gets underway and find myself pressed up against Scarlett’s side of the theater. Her knee hits mine as if telling me to scoot the hell away, but I’m not budging. Her shoulder presses to mine as if to physically move me to the other side, but I give her a run for her muscular money. For the next two hours, Scarlett and I press in so tight you can’t squeeze a dime between us. I couldn’t tell you what the movie was about, but for the next one hundred and twenty minutes, Scarlett Kent’s body adheres to mine, hot as a fire—and burning alive never felt so good.
By the time I get home, I’m shaking like a virgin as I throw myself into the shower. All I see is Scarlett, all I can think about is what it would feel like to be deep inside her, with my face buried in her tits, her bottom seated on the throne of my lips.
Holy hell, I’m too far gone. I come hard thinking about having her in a hundred different ways, but there’s no satisfaction, no relief. And there won’t be until I’ve got the real deal. The only problem is, that little detail is never allowed to happen.
The Hollow Brook Country Club is smaller, far less opulent than the one in Bel Terra, but then, Bel Terra has always