Page 76 of Calavera Society
“Here, drink this so your anxiety will level out.” His voice sounds almost genuine but I’m genuinely sure Rey doesn't have a kind bone in his body.
Still, I know he’s right, especially when I reach for the glass and notice my fingers are shaking.
“Thank you.” I say softly, lifting the glass to my nose and sniffing before tipping my head back and swallowing down the frigid drink. My eyes water and I shiver as I hand the glass back.
“I thought Jose Quervo was your favorite.”
I keep my face from showing my surprise, but I’m thrown for a loop that he knows a detail like that, especially that I’ve drank twice in front of him but neither time did he see me drinking liquor.
I clear my throat, “Jose is my sancho for sure, but I prefer it at room temperature.” I give him a playful wink, making his brows shoot up a second before his eyes narrow like he’s trying to figure out why I’m not slapping him with a snarky reply.
To be honest, I’m just tired of the bullshit already. Rey is in the same boat as me whether he’ll admit it or not. He got dealt the same hand as I did when it comes to my father. Our situations may be different in some ways, but where it matters, we both got the short end of the stick. We’re both jaded, slightly fucked in the head, and have a life worth of anger embedded into our souls.
Still, I’m as surprised as he is. Setting aside the fact that we somewhat mirror each other’s fucked up-bringing, flirting with the king of pricks was not on my to do list, but it somehow feels natural. Eh, I blame the lack of sleep, the stress of this whole fucking town and the tequila.
“I just mean it hits harder -better- when it’s warm.”
When he doesn’t reply to that and the tension becomes awkward once more, I return my attention to the not so fascinating view outside the window. I have so many questions, but I know Rey wouldn’t be forthcoming with answers so I’m not even going to bother. Besides, I’m sure the awareness of our comparable situations is one-sided. It would be a miracle if Rey pulled his head out of his ass and came to the same realization I did, but I’m sure that’s asking for far too much.
“Do you purposefully speak that way?” He asks with a rougher voice than normal.
I cock a brow at him unsure of what he means.
“Everything you say sounds like an innuendo, so I’m wondering if that’s something I should expect from you or is that how you speak when you’re nervous.”
I scoff at his clarification, “First of all, I’m not nervous and secondly, no I don’t. You just have the mind of a gutter rat, despite having the looks of a hellbound god.”
That last part wasn’t meant to be said aloud but again, tequila. No sleep. I’m stupid.
His bark of laughter surprises me, making me jump and causing him to laugh more.
With a growl that sounds more like a pissed off kitten, I lean forward and grab the bottle along with the shot glass, but Rey’s hand wraps around my wrist stopping me.
“I think you’ve had enough,” I’m about to tell him to fuck right off when he speaks above me, “besides, it’s my turn for a shot.”
His eyes slide down my neck to where my cleavage shows in the heart shaped halter top of my dress. He licks his lips, turning my core into a ball of fire that not even God would be able to extinguish.
“Then take one.” My voice comes out surprisingly strong.
His eyes come back up to mine, “Oh I will, I’m just trying to decide the best place on your sinful body I should lick the salt from.”
I’m still leaning forward, my wrist in his firm grip and my chest rising and falling as he lifts a finger to my lips. I can’t help it, and fuck me I try not to, but the second his finger touches my red stained lips, my tongue peaks out to touch him.
A thrill runs through me when his eyes darken as he clenches his jaw.
“Should it be here, on these perfect lips?”
He drags his fingers down to the erratic beating of my pulse along the side of my neck, making my eyes roll closed, “Or here where I know you’ll be most sensitive.”
When his fingers drop to feather touch across the swells of my breasts, I’m fairly certain I’m about to pass out from all the blood dropped out of my head and straight to my throbbing clit.
He opens his mouth, but I beat him to it, using my free hand to press his hand firmly to my chest, “Here…or you could do all three.”
Desperation colors my words brightly. but I can’t find it in me to care right now. All I care about is shutting him up and hoping to get some relief from this ridiculous need in my body. If this leads to nothing, I can’t guarantee I won’t rip someone’s eye out.
I’m unprepared for Rey to yank me forward, so when he does, with eyes as hungry as I feel, I land on my knees in front of him. He frees my hand only to grab my jaw, tipping my face up toward him, “Desperation looks delicious on you, muñeca.”
“Why do you call me that?” My voice sounds husky to my ears.