Page 22 of Final Girl

I want him to watch when I carve out her heart. Maybe I should make him eat it as punishment.

How dare he touch her? How dare she let him touch her when she knows he’s mine? Didn’t I warn her about what would happen?

The sheets are thrown off the bed, only their naked bodies keeping each other warm. I clench my teeth so hard I’m worried I may crack one. My eyes narrow on a red spot on the bed. Is that blood? No. I back up, my eyes wide.

She was a virgin? And she gave him that? That was mine to give. Pike’s always avoided virgins, but I always knew one day he’d be mine. He would love that I saved myself for only him. Only him touching me. Instead, he took that from someone else.

How dare he. They are both going to pay. I rush out of the house, thankfully without Pike hearing or catching me. I jog down the street to my rental car and take off. I need time to think and regroup. Because this isn’t going the way I want it to. Not even a little bit.

I punch the steering wheel. Time to head to the one person I know that wants Delaney dead just as much as I do.

Delaney’s Step Daddy dearest. Or should I say, my daddy? She took him from me like she’s taken Pike from me.

She’ll pay.

They both will.

Why can’t he see me?

Chapter Eighteen

Okay. Wow. Um. The big nasty finally happened. I lost my virginity. I mean, I knew at first it would hurt, but Pike made it so. Well, just so enjoyable. And it wasn’t only once. He took care of me multiple times.

I wasn’t expecting to enjoy my first time. But again, this is Pike. Opening my eyes, I glance over. He’s still here. His arm draped over my stomach, holding me with possession. All protective. I would have expected this to be uncomfortable, since I’ve always heard from Tali how she hates cuddling after. Complaining that it makes things numb and sore, but I love this.

A smile comes over my face, and I want to move, but I don’t because I don’t want to wake him. But maybe, hmm, maybe I can wiggle myself down so that I can play. I’ve read enough books that I feel as if I can do this.

I want to take care of Pike like he did me.

He wouldn’t let me do any of the work all night. I knew he had experience, but what he showed me last night was more than I ever imagined. I’ve read a lot, like a lot, and the way he devoured me was out of this world. Like one of my book boyfriends come to life. He was all about my pleasure.

Pretty sure I came more over him simply kissing me than actual sex acts.

I move slowly, inch by inch. Not letting his arm fall to the bed. I gently slide his arm to the side. I don’t get far down the bed before he’s on the move.

“Where do you think you’re going?” his voice rumbles, as he shifts up on his elbows to stare down at me.

I bite my lip. “Well, you wouldn’t let me get any turns in all night, and I wanted to repay the favor.”

He rolls to his back, his, um, cock standing erect under the blanket. I lick my lips, wanting him in my mouth. It’s like he senses everything I want and throws the sheet down, uncovering himself. He folds his arms behind his head, and gives me an expression that basically says, well, get on with it. So I do just that.

I’ve read enough books to grasp I have to check my teeth. Hopefully, I do this right.

“You want to suck my dick, beautiful?” He strokes his length and I nod, not even blushing.

“Can I?” I bat my lashes, hoping I give off a sexy vibe.

“Never have to ask. I’m all yours. Anytime you want me. You could breathe and it makes me hard.” I laugh at that. But he gets this serious glint in his eye that says he isn’t joking. Eek.

I kneel next to him and lean in, placing a kiss at the head, tasting the pearly bead of liquid already forming there. A lot salty and a little sweet.

“Lick your palm.” Pike tells me what to do and how to do it.

I open my mouth as wide as I can, enclosing my lips around him. He’s a tight fit. My jaws ache but I’m no quitter. I want this. I want to give him this. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him further into my mouth while flattening my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Never thought this would be something that I enjoy, but the expression I see on Pike’s face is plenty of reward. He has one hand gripped in my hair and the other white knuckles the sheets.

I start to lick and suck as he guides my head, moving it up and down.

He licks his lips. “Fuck. I need to taste you too,” he growls. “Get up here and sit on my face.” He teaches me about the sixty-nine position. Eating me while I suck him.