Page 19 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Ivy-Worry however, it seems they’re just as repulsed as I am.

8 hours ago…

“What the fuck just happened?” Everly pants as we run back to the car.

“I-I can’t leave him. What did I do?” I stammer, trying to catch my breath.

“What did we do? I-I…” Millie sobs as we continue to run, almost making it to the car.

“I-I need to go back. I need to help Desmond save him. This is not okay. I promised!” I yell.

“This is so fucked up!” Everly states.

“We need to call for help,” Millie cries out as we finally reach the car, pulling the doors open and hopping in. We all take a moment to catch our breath as we stare out the windows into the night.

“We can’t call for help. We have to trust that Des got out of there and that he will save Silas,” Everly whispers. Millie begins to rock as I slam my fists against the dash.

“We tell no one about this! We don’t speak about it until we have confirmation from Des that everything is good,” I tell them, and they both nod.

“Say the words. If either of you speak about it, we all go down. We all were there tonight, and we all took part. Take this shit to the grave!” I spit. It’s not that I don’t trust them, but Everly has loose lips and Millie is the biggest cry baby of us all.

“We take it to the grave,” they both say in unison.

“Now, let's get back to the house and pray no one is around to see what the hell we look like tonight,” I order as Everly starts the car and pulls away from the curb. Millie rocks faster before she speaks.

“We need a story. Where were we tonight?” she asks.

“How do we explain being covered in dirt? What the fuck could we have been doing?” Everly quips. Fuck! She’s right.

“Anyone's parents not home tonight?” Millie asks, and I nod.

“My house! I’m pretty sure mine are away. We can go there and clean up, then head to the sorority house,” I suggest, and they both nod.

I need to know that Si is okay. Please, for the love of god, be okay.

I can’t help the guilt that flows through my veins as the realization of what a failure I am for leaving him to suffer alone hits me.

How could I do that to him? Maybe he is right, I am Poison Ivy.

Nothing but an oil that blisters the skin and makes you want to tear your flesh from muscle just to stop the itch.

Shaking my head, I splash more water on my face and get ready for the day.

I have no time to sit here and think about all the what ifs; I have to do something.

All I want is for Silas to barge into my room with his big tattooed moody ass and yell at me, giving me all his rage and anger for what I did.

I’d sit and take it just so I could hear his voice and know that he’s alive, even if he’s mad as hell.

A knock at my door takes me out of my thoughts as it swings open and Beth walks in, dressed in a short pink sundress with nude heels, makeup and hair done like she’s going to a professional photo shoot.

She holds a white garment bag and walks to my closet, hanging it up.

Raising my brow, she smiles as she unzips it and takes out a deep red dress with a black bow on the seam at the waistline.

“Tonight is Katie’s remembrance party. I expect all of you ladies to wear these dresses.

Next week is the pinning ceremony, so don’t forget to pick a boy to pin you,” she states, her voice high pitched and annoying.

It’s like nails on a chalkboard . I nod, not saying a word because if I did, she wouldn’t like what I have to say.

“Today we celebrate the life of Katie Andrews, and tonight we party for her.” She smiles and I return it with my own fake one as she returns the dress to the bag.

“You got it, Beth,” I say in a sickly sweet tone. She turns on her heels and exits my room. Nothing like spending the day celebrating the life of my best friend, only to be in a panic about Desmond and Silas. I don’t know how the fuck I am supposed to get through this shit.

Walking to my closet, I zip up the dress bag and go in search of something to wear. Grabbing a dark green, off-the-shoulder bodysuit and a black skirt, I get dressed, then slide on my strappy black sandals. Going to the bathroom, I turn on my curling iron and get started on my hair and makeup.

My phone dings as I add the last touch of lip gloss, so I walk over to my nightstand to grab it. Opening up the thread, I smile.

Pierce:

Hey Beautiful, breakfast? I won’t take no for an answer.

Me:

Oh, I don’t know. I might be busy this morning.

Pierce:

I’m already parked outside and I’m not leaving until you let me take you out.

Me:

What if I wasn’t here?

Pierce:

Then I’d find you.

Me:

Hmm…that sounds like fun, actually.

Grabbing my bag and keys, I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the front door as my phone pings again in my hand.

Pierce:

So you like to be chased?

Me:

Wouldn’t you like to know?

Before he can even reply, I swing the door open and step out into the sunlight.

Taking a deep breath, I walk to where Pierce is waiting, leaning against his car looking like a god in ripped jeans and a black tee shirt.

He runs his hand through his dirty blonde hair as our eyes collide.

The electric pull he has is as prominent as ever, pulling me towards him as electricity crackles the minute his hands touch my skin, gripping my hip with one hand as the other cups my face, forcing me to look up at him.

He presses a gentle kiss against my glossy lips, and I moan, forgetting about everything around me and just focusing on how good he makes me feel with just one simple kiss.

He pulls away, but I grip the bottom of his tee, bringing him closer to me as I raise up on my tippy toes, kissing him again.

Deepening the kiss, he slides his tongue against mine, causing my body to visibly shiver as the hand that was cupping my face seconds ago is now wrapped behind my neck, fisting my curls.

Pressing my body against his, I slide my hands up his torso, digging my nails into his chest. He groans into my mouth, making me rub my thighs together. I finally pull away, wiping my bottom lip.

“Goddamn, Vee. I could do that all day,” he states, and I smirk.

“Me too. But then we’d never make it to breakfast.”

“At this point, I’d rather have you for my first meal of the day.” He winks, and I melt, wanting to do just that.

“I have no objections this morning.” I laugh, and he clears his throat while taking my hand and leading me to the passenger side door, opening it for me.

Sliding in, he shuts it and rounds the front of his car, adjusting his hard-on.

Climbing in, he starts the engine and backs out of the driveway.

Once we’re on the road, I take his hand into mine and place it on my thigh.

“You really were serious about me having you for breakfast?” he says, and I move his hand higher beneath my skirt.

“Oh, definitely. Our time was cut short the other day,” I say as his pinky finger rubs gently over the seam of my body suit.

“Hmm, it was, and I don’t like that!” he growls as another finger runs along my slit. Chills creep up my spine as he applies a little more pressure, making me open my legs wider for him.

“I don’t like it either,” I pant as he flicks open the snaps to my body suit, sinking a finger into my soaked core. “Fuck!” I moan, rolling my hips as I ride his finger.

“Jesus, you’re drenched.” He groans as I reach over the small space between us and grab his hard cock through his jeans, rubbing my thumb over the tip. “We will never make it to the diner if we keep this up,” he grits.

“Don’t stop,” I beg while unzipping his jeans and digging my hand into his boxers, freeing his cock.

Stroking his silky skin, he groans again while adding another finger inside me, making me rock harder against his hand.

“Shit! Pierce, you feel so good.” I whimper as his thumb grazes my clit, causing me to jolt. He pinches it, and I moan.