Page 21 of Grease's Guide
“It would be the biggest honor of my life to join you and this club for as long as I breathe… but I draw the line at sharing that Prince Albert Kronos is sporting down below,” she announces.
“Selfish Bitch!” We hear Halle yell, followed by a growl and slap. Lyra throws her head back, laughing, and the sight overtakes me. I need her.
I grab the back of her neck, bringing her head forward and crushing my mouth down on hers. I let go, not caring who is around me. I tangle my tongue with hers, shoving it down her throat, fighting for control. I nip at her lip when she growls into my mouth and takes control of the moment.
“Alight, get a room,” someone yells.
“Perfect idea,” I whisper against her lips. Surprising her, I pull back and set her down before bending and throwing her over my shoulder.
“This really has to stop becoming a thing,” she chuckles as I race from the room.
“Only one way that's gonna happen, Tootsie,” I reply, rubbing the apple of her ass. Fuck, this trident is about to burst my damn zipper.
“When I finally plant my seeds in you, baby. When it takes root, and we’ve created a whole ass life together. That, Toots, is when I will stop with the chariot rides.”
“Did you really just call them chariot ri…. Oh!” Yup, she caught one to that. “You want to get me pregnant?”
“From the moment you told me to fuck off and every day since… and you know what Lyra?” I ask, pushing into our room.
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“My wait is finally fucking over.”
Chapter Sixteen
Lyra
I walk out of the hallway after Grease fulfills his promise of filling me up. I pat down my hair as Grease grabs my waist and pulls me back into him. He’s kissing my neck, and I laugh before swatting at him.
“Stop it! You got a small taste. Now let's enjoy the party until we can re-visit….”
“Alright, alright, alright. We gave you your claiming time. Now she’s ours,” Halle says as we enter the common room.
“Yeah, Shoo,” Sunny says, and I want to laugh at her attempt at being stern.
I smile as Grease growls, and the girls pull me away to the back of the room. They are all standing in a circle, and the minute I’m pulled into that circle, I want the ground to swallow me whole. Every single eye is on me. Pipers, Sunny, Jade, Ophelia, and even Izzy’s eyes are focused on me, even if she can't see me clearly. I take a deep breath and try to get this part over with.
“I’m so sorry I left and didn't tell anyone. I’m sorry I didn't tell you what was happening. I’m most sorry I may have brought danger to your front doors. I…”
“Stop, stop, stop,” Piper says, walking up and throwing her arms around me. I burst into tears at the warmth of her arms, the emotions riding high, and her simple acceptance of my apology. The other old ladies instantly surround me, and I feel like I’m in a mosh pit of love, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
“We were never mad at you for leaving or lying about your situation,” Piper says softly, pulling back.
“We were mad you didn't invite us to join the fucking circus,” Halle grumbles.
“That's not true either,” Izzy says in a soft, almost panicky voice.
“Is so! I’m pissed as fuck I didn’t get the invite! Do you know how famous I could be for my knife-throwing skills? Just picture it,” Halle throws her hands in front of her, spreading them wide. Like she's presenting the biggest show of her life.
“Halle’s Hat Tricks! I can make Loki stand on a platform. Shirtless, of course.”
“Of course,” Jade mutters, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. I try not to laugh.
“There’s a spotlight on me the whole time, but Loki is standing on his platform. He could even have a rope around his neck. Then, when the spotlights hit him, the floor drops out, and he falls; the stage goes dark. Spotlight only on me. Then…. Bum bum bummm…. Spotlight shows Loki, cut rope hanging down his neck and chest, smiling so adoringly at me, my knife stuck to the backboard behind him. The crowd would cheer at my marvelous skill at slicing the rope mid-fall and saving the Damned in Distress.”
“I think you mean damsel in distress,” Ophelia says.
“There are no damsels in the reckless omens,” Halle scoffs. “Even Izzy kicked ass when she had to!”