Chapter 14 #3
Huh. This is an interesting development. With me, Callie comes off friendly and a little bubbly. But with her brother, she has sass. Maybe it’s a sibling thing.
“So, what are you doing here with Lola?” Sylas asks.
“She’s my new friend. And I invited her to lunch with us.”
“You did, did you?” Sylas asks slowly, only now seeming to realize what I’m wearing.
He drags his eyes over me, all the way down to my feet, before taking his time to come back up and meeting my eyes with his. “You look… different."
I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“I like it.” He grins, giving me a wink.
My shoulders relax, and I try not to preen at the praise. I’m already making this awkward.
“What's the hold up?” Wesley asks, swaggering over to us without a care in the world, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He joins us, stopping when he sees it’s me. “Lola?” he says my name, but it comes out as a curious sound. “What’s she doing here?”
That sparks a flicker of anger. I’m right here, yet he’s asking the others as if I’m not.
“She was invited to lunch,” I huff out. “And she has a name. If you're going to talk about me, talk to me.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I clamp my lips shut. What the hell is wrong with me?
Hey, at least I didn’t stutter over my words. That's a plus.
“Mhhm,” Sylas hums, a low chuckle that goes right to my clit as Wesley leisurely turns his gaze my way. “Lola Girl has some bite, it seems.”
“Guys, leave her alone,” Callie warns. “Be nice, or you’re going to have to deal with me.”
“Hey.” Sylas raises his hand. “I am being nice.”
“Wesley,” Callie chastises.
Wesley cocks his head to the side, slowly assessing me.
He takes a puff of his cigarette, eyes still locked on mine as he leans forward. There's this intense beat between us that has my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.
This is the same man who had his cock down my throat, making me gag with tears spilling down my cheeks, and who had me struggling to breathe, nearly making me pass out as he used me like a savage.
“Okay then,” he says, smoke flowing from his lips. “Let's go eat.” His lips curve into a dangerous grin at the last word.
Wesley steps back, blowing the rest of the smoke to the side before stubbing out his cigarette.
“Don’t litter,” Callie huffs, bending down to pick it up. “A bird could eat that and die.”
I try not to smile. She sounds just like her brother. It’s kind of cute.
“It’s just a bird,” Wesley says dismissively. “Who cares?”
“I do,” We both say at the same time.
Callie and I turn to one another and smile before we start to laugh.
“I’m not sure how I feel about this,” Sylas comments, looking between the two of us.
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t care about how you feel.” Callie grins, looping her arm through mine. “Nola is my new bestie. Get used to it.”
“He’s definitely not gonna like it,” Wesley chuckles, turning his attention to Sylas.
For a moment, I wonder who he’s talking about, but as we start to walk toward the car, I see Jasper standing there, a murderous look on his face.
His arms are crossed over his chest, his broad body standing tall.
He doesn’t say anything when we reach the car, just continues to glare at me.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he hated me.
“We have an extra person coming with us for lunch,” Callie informs him, breaking the glare Jasper has on me.
“We do?” he questions.
“Yup,” Callie replies. “So, whose car are we taking?”
“Yours,” Sylas answers. “It’s too cramped for the five of us if we take mine.”
“Sounds good to me.” Callie looks my way. “Shoot.” She grimaces. “You didn’t actually tell me if you're cool with coming or not.”
“Of course she’s coming with us,” Sylas states, this time wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Isn’t that right, Lola Girl?”
I think my whole brain just short-circuited.
He’s touching me. I can smell him. He smells so good. I wanna lick him. Taste him. Fuck—
“Nola?” Callie looks at me with amusement. “You okay?”
I can feel all three guys’ eyes on me.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, trying to ignore the fact that I’m being really weird right now. “I could eat.”
“See?” Sylas says. “She could eat.” He looks down at me and grins. “I sure as hell could eat too.”
Oh god, yes, yes, he can. I volunteer as tribute, again.
“Then let’s go.” Jasper’s cold, annoyed tone snaps me out of my little happy, horny bubble.
“I’m driving,” Callie says, making her way to the driver's side. “Nola, you want the front seat?”
“Uh…” I look between the three of them.
“I’ll take the front seat,” Jasper interjects, heading towards that side. “The three of us won’t fit back there.” He opens the car door and gets in, letting it close a little too roughly.
Is he really that upset I’m going?
Well, he’s going to have to get used to it. If we’re going to be spending the rest of our lives together, he’s gonna have to be around me. A lot.
Because I’ve only had a taste of how that man feels inside me, and I want more.
I’ll tie him to a chair and ride him like a carousel if I have to.
“Looks like you're in the back with us,” Sylas says with a wink.
He lets go of me to open the door. “After you, my lady.”
Wesley snorts as he heads to the other side. “You're such a fucking lame-ass.”
“It’s called chivalry,” Sylas calls out to Wesley before looking down at me. “I hear it’s dead,” he whispers. “But with me, it will never die.”
The giggle that bubbles out of me has me immediately mortified. My eyes widen as I slap my hand over my mouth.
Sylas only grins wider. “Progress.”
“Huh?”
“You laughed.”
“So?” My brows furrow.
“Last time I heard that sound, you were ten.” He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear, and when he speaks again, I swear I stop breathing. “I like it. I like any sounds you make, Lola. I’d love to hear more.”
I’m sorry, what was my name again?
I blink up at him dumbly. He chuckles, nodding his head towards the door. “You first.”
Yeah, I’m not sure how I’m going to make it out of this outing alive.