Page 56 of Savior
Livvie cackles and Sienna sends me a confused look. “It wasn’t my fault they got drunk and passed out.” I tell her.
“He likes to take draw on unsuspecting people,” Ben says, without an ounce of shame.
“You mean passed out people,” Livvie says.
“Shouldn’t be the first to give it up,” I tell them.
“Fuck you,” Ben says, losing his reserve. “I couldn’t get that permanent marker off for a week.”
Sienna laughs around a swallow of her beer, and I relax a little.
“Just for that, I’m going to carve a pumpkin that will kick your pumpkins ass,” Ben says to Sienna.
She just smiles. “You’re on.”
The adults whip into a fury of insults and taunts as they gather reams of newspaper and open their carving tools. Sofie and Livvie have already finished theirs with the kids, so they’re elected as judges.
“The boys are all set up out back.” Jack says as he hunkers down with his pumpkin. “You guys are going down.”
“You wish,” Sienna retorts, causing me to grin. She chugs down the rest of her ale and sets it aside. With her tongue between her teeth, she sorts through the stencil book and selects her pumpkin face. I’m so busy watching her, I get stuck with the shittiest stencil, but it’s okay. I’m just enjoying the hell out of watching her.
Sofie and Livvie are overcome by laughter and they sputter out a “Ready, Set, Go!” in between giggles.
I thought she was gorgeous the first night I met her when she came out of her house wearing little more than her robe and barely-there pajamas, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. Then I only thought of her as a vaguely interesting women with a hot body and an attitude. Now I know her, and I am completely awestruck but how amazing the woman is.
She must feel me staring, because she looks up at me, her face split wide in a grin and the world slows to a stop as our gazes meet. In the end, no one wins the pumpkin contents. We all vote for our significant other, and it is a four-way tie.
* * *
“That was amazing. I can’t remember when I last had that much fun.” Rocky jumps from the truck and tangles around our legs as we head back to her house. “Thank you so much for inviting me.”
“Anytime.”
She looks back at me as she unlocks her door. “You seem quiet,” she says, but her voice is light and her limbs are loose as she toes off her shoes and throws herself onto the side chair.
I make sure to do up the locks for the front door and follow after her. When I don’t answer right away, her smile fades and she sits up. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I tug her to her feet and then arrange her in my lap after I sit down on the chair. “I couldn’t be better.”
“I can’t believe you cheated,” she says, giggling. “Mine was clearly a lost cause.”
“Best pumpkin there,” I insist.
She turns in my lap so her mouth is nearly touching mine, and I want her so bad it wipes out every craving I’ve ever had for just one more drink.
“We get something to eat,” I say, but my voice is strangled.
Her eyes flick from my lips to my intense gaze. “I’m not hungry,” she says breathily.
Her hands come up to my chest, and I suck in a breath, stopping her leisurely path up to my shoulders with my own. “C’mon, we can go back out for something to eat.”
She shakes her head adamantly. “Not hungry,” she repeats.
I groan as she dips her head to press her lips to my throat. “Sienna,” I say, but my voice has gone as rough as gravel. “C’mon.”
“Shh," she says. “I want you.” Her words end as her lips reach mine. “I want to taste you. Please.”
Giving in, I angle my mouth over hers, spreading her open with one thrust of my tongue. She meets me, no indication of hesitance this time. She’s more potent than the finest liquor.