26. Tasha
CHAPTER 26
Tasha
The entire ride up here, I spent envisioning my best friend’s body mutilated. Chopped into a million pieces orstabbed—a murder documentary in the making. All I had to go on was a spotty signal leading me to her approximate location. Several times, it showed her as in the fucking lake, which had my heart plummeting thinking she’d drowned. I was ready to murder anyone that got in my way and put that black belt to use. But no. She’s fine. Just dicked down and head over heels for this guy.
I have to say, though, I’ve never seen her look so happy and content. I never thought I’d see that sparkle in her eyes after her mom passed, but every time she looks at Max, there it is. Gleaming away, flickering with happiness. It’s almost gag-worthy.
The guy she loves might be a little fucked up, but if he has Julia looking like this? Well, I think I can forgive him.
I chug the bitter beer back in several long gulps, earning me an appraising look from Rocco. It’s annoying how hot he is with that eyebrow piercing and tattoos crawling up his well-defined arms. It makes me want to trail the design with my tongue.
Wow, that buzz has gone straight to my head, and I feel light on my feet.
I wipe the dribble that slid down my chin with the back of my hand.
“Let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game do you have in mind, sweetheart,” Rocco says, eye fucking the shit out of me. I find myself clenching my thighs together, chasing a semblance of friction.
“First, I’m not your sweetheart. And secondly…” I look around and feel the weight of the empty beer bottle in my hand. I bring it up and, with a wicked smile on my face, point it right at Rocco. “A little spin the bottle.”
“No way, Tash,” Julia says, rolling her eyes.
“What? If you land on me, I promise to make it worth your while.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and she laughs, her head shaking at my antics. She’s known me long enough to understand when I’m not going to let up.
“Come on, what else do we have to do?” They look at each other and shrug their shoulders. That’s when I knew I had them. “Sit!” I say, plopping down, crossing my legs, and smacking the floor with my hand.
They join me on the floor. Sitting in a lopsided circle. Rocco takes a swig of beer, eyes on me. And damn if I don’t feel that heated look all the way to my core.
“Julia, you go first.” She tucks a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and gives the bottle a whirl. It spins fast at first, then wobbles its way over, hitting Max.
“No fair.” Rocco laments, and Max shoots him a glare before grabbing Julia by the back of the neck and kissing her within an inch of her life.
“I’m not going to lie, that was hot. No wonder why you disappeared for the last few days.”
Jules blushes furiously while Max sits there looking smug.
Rocco goes to grab the bottle and then stops. “If it lands on Max, I’m not kissing my cousin.”
I laugh. “Fair. If you get Max, and vice versa, you can have a redo.” I say, waiting for him to spin.
As the bottle turns, a feeling low in my gut twists around, hoping it lands on me. There’s one thing I know about a guy like Rocco. He would know exactly how to find my clit and keep it happy. I’m inclined to let him try, but not before making him work for it first.
The bottle lands on Max, and he groans. He picks up the bottle and spins it again.
This time, it spins all the way around and lands on himself.
“Guess you have to kiss yourself, tough guy.”
“Tough guy?”
“There’s a mirror right over there. Have at it. I’m sure you could use the practice.” I point to the mirror I passed on my way into the cabin. It’s flocked by two large deer heads.
He rolls his eyes and brings his lips to his own tattooed hand, giving it a loud peck. “There, sweetheart . Your turn.”
I snatch the bottle from him and take my turn. The bottle wobbles slowly, landing on Rocco.
He gives me a shit-eating grin.
“Pucker up.” He says tapping his finger to his lips as an invisible string seems to send the corner up into a smirk.
I crawl over to him. His eyes go wide as he watches me. He licks his lips, and my eyes flick down, watching the movement. That’s when I go in for the kill and press my lips to his cheek, but he turns, capturing my lips in his, catching me by surprise.
It’s rough and commanding, tasting faintly of beer. His hand snakes up the back of my head, tilting to deepen the kiss. His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I hear a moan escape my throat.
“Get a room,” Max says, pulling Julia to her feet.
I break the kiss, feeling dazed.
Rocco’s eyes bore into my soul, looking like he’s two seconds away from devouring me.
I rise from the floor and brush off my hands, trying to act like Rocco didn’t just scramble my brain with that kiss. Grabbing a second beer from the fridge, I chug this one back even faster than the first. Chasing that buzz and needing to calm my erratic heartbeat.
Rocco comes up behind me, invading my space.
Jules and Max are nowhere to be found. They are probably up in their room, fucking each other’s brains out. Good for them.
“So, killer, how was jail?”
He smirks. “Why, you wanna know if I like being handcuffed?”
Oh, this motherfucker is cheeky.
“Yeah. So, I can lock you up and leave you hard and wanting more.”
He grabs my hand and brings it down to his crotch with his very hard, very erect dick, letting me feel his entire length.
“Already there, sweetheart. And I’m no killer.”
His dick twitches against my palm, and I run my manicured finger down it. Rocco takes a swig of his beer, Adam’s apple on full display as he swallows, eyes never leaving mine. I bet he’s the kind of guy who loves to eat pussy.
I grip onto his cock and pull him ever so gently towards me. He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my mouth. “I told you. I’m not your fucking sweetheart.” Before I press my lips against his.
All the thoughts I had empty from my head as he pins me against the kitchen counter. My hand works his cock, feeling it grow even harder for me. Goddamn, he’s big.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted off the ground and placed on the top of the counter.
I’m pleasantly surprised by being manhandled by him. We’ve just met, but I’m buzzed enough not to care. He’s hot, and I’m horny. And he has the right equipment to give me exactly what I want—a hot quick fuck.
My hands roam up his chest and wrap around his neck. “Don’t get any wild ideas. This doesn’t mean anything.” I say, kissing him.
His hips dig into my thighs, and I feel his cock pulse against my pussy, and it sends a jolt of heat skating all over my skin. “Think that all you want. You’ll be begging for more once I’m done with you.”
“Oh, I think you’ll be the one begging,” I say, biting his bottom lip, making him moan so loud that I smirk in satisfaction. I have him right where I want him. Wrapped around me and ready to give me anything I ask for.