No, I don’t. I never do.
With a smile, I grip Asher’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Baby, you couldn’t handle me if you tried, but I’ll make you a deal. You can have me any way you want tonightifI can ride those sweet lips.” I graze the pad of my index finger along his thin lips. His eyes hood over, pupils dilate, and arousal takes the stage. “Before we leave, you should know just one thing, stud.” I rise on my toes, speaking in his ear. “I’m on my period.”
I inch away in time to catch a glimpse of his mouth falling open, then close and open again—a fish out of the water.
I’m not on my period, obviously. I wouldn’t sit on his face if I were, but it’s all a means to an end.
Asher stumbles over his words; his scowl deepens, and judging by the doll-like shock etched into his eyes, he must have a vivid, disgusting image flashing before his eyes.
I think he’ll throw up.
“Bye, bye.” I wiggle my fingers in a childish wave, leaving him stunned and searching for his tongue.
Or maybe a trash can.
Theo scoots over when I approach, patting the seat beside him, then slides the caipirinha my way. “What did you tell him? He looks horrified.”
“I played nice, mostly. He didn’t understandno, so I used my weird sense of humor.”
“He’s not looking for a wife, huh?”
“I didn’t ask. I told him he can have me tonight since he asked oh so nicely. I also said I’ll ride his face. “I take a sip of the drink, “I might’ve added I’m on my period.”
Nico chokes on his whiskey, breaking into a coughing fit that prompts MJ, who sits nearest, to pat his back, her cheeks deliciously pink and heating every time she touches him.
I offer Theo a smile when he eyes me with a look of utter disbelief. “What? I’m not really on my period. He should’ve listened when I saidnothree times in a row.”
“You’re cruel, you know that? You ruined the best fucking thing in this world for that guy. He won’t tell a woman to sit on his face for a long time, if ever.”
An excruciatingly pleasant shudder zaps my thighs.
He saidtell.
Not ask...tell. My imagination fires up again, the fantasy more detailed now that I think Theo enjoys dictating the rules in bed.
“He will,” Nico says, bringing me back to reality. “No man in his right mind will forfeit eating pussy. He’ll check she’s not on her period first, though.”
“I’m so not sorry.”
They jokingly chastise me until Jared goes to order another round of drinks. MJ entertains Nico, smiling, chatting and biting her lips. She’s toying with the silky tendrils of her hair, squirming in place, her eyes dark, swimming with intense desire that Nico overlooks or ignores. Either way, MJ won’t leave the club by his side, I can tell.
Meanwhile, Cassidy scowls at me from the other side of the booth when Theo moves closer, his lips against my ear.
“Dance with me,omorfiá.”
FOUR
Theo
DANCE WITH ME, OMORFIÁ.
What a stupid fucking thing to say. I should’ve known better. I’ve felt the unexplainable pull toward Thalia all evening, so I should’ve known asking her to dance would be the equivalent of poking an ant hill with a stick.
The way her body fits pressed against mine, the intoxicating, disorienting, fucking exhilarating smell of plums, peaches, and some sweet flower in her perfume... it’s too intense. This entire evening is too fucking intense.
Thalia monopolized my attention since she set foot inTortugo. Neither her big rack nor curvy body caught my eye first... her thick curls did. I never saw curls tighter than hers. She has so much hair I’d struggle to grasp it in one hand. Her body is a sight to behold and as if that’s not enough, she’s confident, sensible, and funny in her own special way: weird, sarcastic, and a little inappropriate, but I’m here for it.
Thalia sways her wide hips as we dance, twirling around to flash me a dazzling smile, her moves every fucking bit seductive. The music has changed five times since we stepped onto the illuminated dance floor, but I can’t bring myself to take her back to the booth.