Page 34 of Scars of the Sun
Her hand, soft and smooth, lightly grasped my jaw, just holding it to her, and I braced myself for her to push me away. She would push me away, call me a fuckboy, then pull me back in with a fight before succumbing to me.
But, no, instead she just held me there, made more of those quiet, high-pitched whines. Ominous music began to blare through the speakers, encasing us in the impending horror atmosphere, but I was too preoccupied, and too confused, to let myself be swayed.
I pulled away, and Ramona let me. I tried to see her through the darkness, read the emotion in her eyes that were awash with the blue-tinted light coming from the screen. I planted my nose in her temple, taking a draw through my nose, but all I could identify was desire. That should’ve been fine, that should’ve been all the permission I needed to feel her up and make her come in this public place.
Instead, I planted one last peck on her hairline and settled back into my seat.
There was a moment of tension between us, where we both were confused at what the hell had happened, but I was too busy trying to make myself focus on the movie with her still stiff in my arms.
Eventually, we relaxed into our seats, munched on popcorn and drank our drinks. At the first jumpscare, Ramona didn’t react, just continued to stare forward. The next, though, she hid her eyes in my shoulder. When a character was murdered in the most brutal fashion, a gnarly strike to the neck with a makeshift weapon that sprayed blood everywhere, she didn’t curl into me until they’d pretty much hit the ground.
When the movie ended, the final girl driving away as credits rolled, I was a weird mixture of pissed and fuckingconfused. As we left, I threw out the mostly-full bucket of popcorn that we’d both barely touched, and marched us toward the exit.
The sun was on its way down, adding to my disorientation because it was flying high and bright when we’d arrived. Ramona clasped my hand, and it just pissed me off even more—alone, itshouldn’thave made me angry.
When she walked up to the passenger side of my truck, she stood, looking and… waiting for me to open thedoor?
I slammed my hand on the window beside her head, making her startle, her brow to wrinkle. Now, with the light of the sun, I watched her honey eyes turn from hard to soft to glazed over, and I slammed my other hand, caging her in.
“I want you on your fucking knees. Suck me off. Now.”
Something flared, a flicker of fire before she softened itagain, and I stared back in horror when she gave me that little smile and started to slide down the body of the truck. To do what I demanded.
I smacked my hand beside her head, startling her to stop. I’d parked further away from other people as a habit, but I was too angry to care if someone saw. Fooling around with Ramona with the risk of people seeing was fun, but something we shared together. This… meek, agreeable act wasn’t fun. Finn’s words last night, when I’d been insulted at the mere implication Ramona was asnooze, ripped another growl from my chest.
My brow connected with hers, and I could feel her pulse skyrocketing, the thumps of it vibrating the air between us. “I don’t do that fake shit, rich girl.”
She gasped, and a few moments of crackling silence coursed between us. “W-what are you talking about?”
“Don’t fucking play stupid with me. You’ve been acting weird all day. Like I want some weak little thing to agree with everything I say or do. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if you’re gonna keep it up, I’m taking you back right now.”
“I don’t?—”
“Bullshit,” I sneered. “Like I want some empty-headed rich girl. If you don’t want me to go drop you off, get on your knees, suck me down that tight throat of yours until you fucking choke—because now you’ve pissed me off—or start fucking acting right.”
Ramona jerked her head away from mine, and when our gazes collided, my gut swooped. “Stop.”
I raised a brow, body craning around her even more. “Stop what, rich girl? Trying to get off? Wanting to fuck your throat until you gag? The way you acted tonight tells me that’s all you’re good for.”
I watched my crude words pummel into her and the resulting hardening. Her amber eyes turning to beautiful, glinting gems instead of the digestible murk they’d been since we’d left Vinny’s.
She shoved at my chest so hard that I stumbled back a few steps, trying to keep my ground and not fall on my ass. Her fists clenched at her side, hair wild and fluttering in the slight breeze coursing around us. “You talk to me like that again, and I’ll kick your fucking ass!”
My laugh was mean, too loud and sharp, and I took two steps back toward her. I could hear the blood pumping through her heart, the echo of it in her chest. Her outraged panting whistledin and out of her lungs. The fluttering of her lashes as she blinked.
The scent of her lust as it spiked.
“I’ll make you a deal, Princess,” I let loose the claw on my finger as I pointed it at her. Another step, and she let me graze it against the ticking muscle on her jaw, all the way down to the pulsing on the side of her neck. “You act right, and I’ll only say that stuff when you wanna hear it.”
“You’re an ass, and no one talks to me like that.” The venom in her words had tilted, swirled.
I let mine twine around hers, react and spin. “Wrong. I do, and youlikethat I do. You need to fight back so that when you finally drop to your knees and open your mouth, it’s even sweeter.”
Her nostrils flared, and a car honked in the distance, followed by some shouts. A few birds squawked past us, flitting from one of the sparse trees in the lot to another. But my attention was on her, nearly on my toes with anticipation for what she’d do next.
She had my own breath catching, my grin ticking higher when her hands shot out again, but instead of hitting me, they went to my waist. And in a flurry, she had my belt undone and was unzipping my fly. “You’re an un-evolved child. I’m surprised no one’s ever put you in your fucking place.” My palm returned to the warm glass of my truck, hips canting into Ramona’s touch as she flipped my steel-hard dick out of my boxers. She teased the barbell hooked through the slit, and I groaned.
“Who said no one has before?”