Page 37 of Lick

She takes a step closer to me, placing her hand on my chest and making my heart drop. She tilts her head back, giving me her full attention. “Do you wanna kiss me?” There’s a slight quiver to her voice. “Would you put your lips to mine? Use your tongue?” Her hand travels up my chest until I feel the sharpness of her nails dig into the flesh. With the feel of pressure against the back of my neck, I allow her to pull me closer. “Can I get a taste, Lick?”

I study her face. I can see the certainty of her words as they dance with the courage of the alcohol. I know I’m a dick. I’m confident I can get her to do the things I’m sure she’s never done. I can be one of those guys. But with Jenni, I will never be one of those guys. My heart won’t allow it, and that knowledge scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

“Sweet Tits, I’ll give you more than a taste.”

“You will?” she asks, pushing against my chest with a surprised look on her face. “Because–”

Then everything happens in slow motion.

Her eyes grow big…

She slaps her hand over her mouth…

Lurching…

And vomit sprays from her mouth, passing through her fingers and hitting the white of my shirt and the leather of my cut.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Instinctively, I push her from my grasp, making her stumble back. Her back hits the wall before she bends over, continuing to empty her stomach onto the floor and my boots.

“Fuck me,” I grumble.

“What’s going on in here?” Scarlet is standing at the end of the hall. She looks panicked as she watches Jenni continue to heave.

“Get the fuck outta here,” I tell her just as Heather comes up behind her.

“Holy shit,” she whispers.

I move towards Jenni, pulling her hair back away from her face. “What the fuck have you been giving her?”

“Nothing bad, just some Kamikazes.”

“Like two pitchers full,” Scarlet says.

“Get this puke cleaned the fuck up.” I glare at Heather. She goes to open her mouth to contest when Jenni heaves again, spilling more liquid onto my boots. I sweep her up into my arms and turn towards my room.

She needs to get cleaned up, and I need to get the stench of her puke off my skin.

“You need to help me out here, baby.”

Her Gumby arms are doing nothing but hindering my plan to get her undressed. They flail over her head as I pull off her T-shirt. By some miracle, she doesn’t puke on herself. Her shirt is mostly vomit-free other than the areas that were touching my shirt as I carried her into my bathroom. Either way, the fucker is gonna have to get washed.

“There you go.” I pull the shirt free, tossing it into the sink. She stands there in only her bra, the sheerness of the material allowing me to see the dark coloring of her nipples. I rip my gaze from her body and continue with my task.

Holding her by the arm, I quickly reach behind me, turning on the shower. I grab my own shirt by the back of the neck, slowly pulling it from my body. I switch my hold on her when I take my arm out of the shirt completely, dropping it in the sink as well. The steam of the shower is intensifying the smell as it permeates the air.

“You’re strong,” she mumbles, her head hanging limp.

“Yep.” With one hand, I pull the belt of my jeans loose. “I’m strong.”

“You’re mean.”

I chuckle to myself. “Yep, I’m mean.”

I grunt as I push my jeans down, freeing my legs. I work at toeing the fabric from my feet as I pull at the button of her jeans, revealing the white satin of her underwear. Her head rolls back as she meets my stare.

“Why are you so mean, Tylan—Lick. They call you Lick because that’s what you do. You lick, lick, lick. You lick girls’ vajayjays, but not mine.” She’s starting to ramble. “Nope, not mine.”