Page 126 of A Little Jaded
She jumps off the coffee table and ushers us into the kitchen while my stomach swims in response. The smell of fish clings to the air, and I cross my arms as I walk around the room, studying the red and white plaid-covered lumps lining the island, kitchen table, and countertops. Yeah, my sister is rarely up to anything good, and I have a sinking suspicion tonight’s no exception. Feeling Raine’s gaze, I look up and tilt my head. “Should I be worried?”
Her attention drifts to one of the bowls closest to her for a split second before she links her fingers in front of her and shrugs. “Guess we’ll see.”
There’s my girl.
I follow her lead, moving into position behind the bowl in question. Griffin flanks my left, and Maverick shifts to my right as Finley rounds the room, giving all the guys curious, knowing looks, and fuck me if it isn’t intimidating.
Watching her warily, a knot forms in my gut, and Griffin leans closer, dropping his voice low. “Do you think she knows how terrifying she is?”
Mav chuckles. “Trust me. She knows.”
With only the island separating us, Raine moves closer—distracting us from shaking in our sneakers—and taps her perfectly painted black nail against her chin. “Remind me, what do you get if you win?”
“Other than bragging rights?” Griffin offers for me as he tears his attention from my little sister prowling the kitchen like a caged tiger. “Nothing.”
Raine snorts. “Well then. Good luck.”
Finley appears beside Raine seconds later, shoots my girlfriend a warning look, and places her hands on the counter separating us. She’s careful not to touch the bowl beneath the cloth as she pins me with an unreadable look. “You sure this is the one you want?”
My gaze meets Raine’s again, and I smirk. “Pretty sure.”
“Hmm.” Finley sneaks a quick peek at Griffin but doesn’t say anything as she casts her stare at Mav. “How ‘bout you? You sure this is a safe bet?”
“None of this is safe,” Mav replies dryly.
The bastard makes a good point.
She smirks, steps back, and calls out, “Lift the tablecloth!”
I pinch the corner and raise the checkered fabric. Dropping it immediately, I look at the ceiling and groan, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Turning to Raine, I growl, “I thought you said this was a safe one.”
“Finley dared me to do it,” she rushes out, barely containing her laughter. “I swear?—”
“And you fell for it!” Finley interrupts. The girl’s practically giddy as she claps her hands and throws her head back in laughter. “I can’t believe you actually fell for it! Wait, wait.” Fumbling with her phone, she pulls it out of her back pocket and points it at me. “I gotta get this on camera.”
I lift the fabric again, my body already threatening to heave. Tuna fish, peanut butter, and chocolate sauce are swirled in the bowl, creating a diarrhea-brown concoction with chunks of flaky fish. My nose wrinkles, and my throat knots as I look up at my sister again. Her phone is pointed directly at me, and I glare at her through the screen when her brows pinch. Slowly, she lowers the phone, letting her thumbs fly across the screen as she watches…something. Eyes wide, she turns the screen off and shifts her panicked look to Raine.
Confusion lines Raine’s forehead as she stammers, “W-what is it?”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, distracting me. I must not be the only one receiving a text because buzzing and ringing start chirping throughout the entire kitchen. I watch as everyone pulls their cell phones out, one after another, while the blood drains from Finley’s face.
“Don’t,” she begs. Rushing toward a few guys, she grabs their phones from their hands and holds them close to her chest, her eyes growing wider and wider with every passing second as she searches the room for…what, exactly? A solution? A safe spot to stash the phones? Don’t get me wrong. My sister’s known for acting unstable on occasion, but this? This is a new level, and if I had to guess, it has something to do with my girl standing beside her.
“No freaking way,” one of the puck bunnies giggles. When her attention snaps to me, she covers her mouth.
“Fuck, man.”
“Looks like she knows what she’s doing,” a freshman says to his friend beside him as he shows him his phone.
I unlock my cell and find a video from an unknown number. Dread coats my stomach, but I open it anyway. It only takes me a second to recognize it. The cabin. I’m on the couch with Raine on her knees in front of me. My cock is out as she bobs her head up and down on it. Her hair is pushed away from her face, and I can see the hollows of her cheeks as I clutch the back of the couch, my eyes rolling back in my head. The sound doesn’t entirely match the footage like it’s been dubbed over or some shit. But even if the video was silent, it would be just as incriminating. And maybe it’s my imagination, but if I close my eyes, I can still hear it. My grunts of pleasure. The slick sounds of me pushing in and out of her lips. The tiny mewls and whimpers of appreciation as she sucks on me. I don’t know how anyone would’ve gotten this footage, but I know exactly when it happened. And the angle? It only feeds my confusion. It looks like it was taken from the balcony. Like someone actually climbed up the trellis and filmed through the back window. At least, I hope it’s what it looks like. That the slight blur is due to the window. Because the idea of Raine thinking I’m the one who filmed this is enough to make me sick to my stomach. I shut the screen off and look up. Everyone in the room is staring at their phones. And those who aren’t are looking at me or the flash of brown as Raine rushes out of the room.
Fuck.
Forcing my body to move, I charge after her. “Raine!”
The front door slams behind her. I almost crash into it but manage to stop in time. Twisting the handle, I shove it open.
“Raine!”