Page 28 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

We owned the cops in this town. I could kick her door in and shove my cock down her throat while they surrounded the house, and no one would do shit. They’d hold her down for me if I asked.

“Um, Georgia…”

That was when I noticed the other girl standing inside the doorway. She was staring at me with big, wide eyes, like she was afraid I was going to eat her. There was something familiar about her. I’d seen her somewhere before, but I couldn’t think of where. Who the fuck was this bitch?

She lifted her hand and pointed at my arm. “He’s bleeding pretty bad.”

I was?

I looked down at my arm.

Oh shit, I was.

There was a large stream of blood trickling down my arm from a cut in my bicep. That must’ve been what I felt when we hit the ground.

Georgia’s expression morphed from cautious to worried, then she turned around and disappeared into the house. That was an odd reaction, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Huh?” Ravi huffed. “I guess she’s scared of blood.”

“I can use that,” I muttered while staring back at the open doorway.

Let’s see how snide Georgia Pyne was when I cut her up a bit. She’d look real pretty painted in her own blood. Would she cry and beg me to stop just as she did in the cafeteria, because I’d like to see that again. She looked divine when her eyes were wide with fear.

That idea was blown out of the water when Georgia came rushing out of the house with her glasses on her face and a first aid kit in her hand.

What the fuck?

She dropped to the ground next to me and reached for my arm.

I yanked it away. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to clean your cut.” She paused to roll her eyes up to mine. “Unless you want to get sepsis?”

What was her game here? “I’ll clean it when I get back to my room.”

“Okay.” She sat back. “But there are all kinds of microorganisms and bacteria in the ground. Tetanus, staphylococcus, and E.coli, to name a few. Then there are things like fungus and plant toxins…”

“Fine,” I cut her off. “Clean my fucking cut if it will shut you up.”

Not sure why she gave a shit in the first place?

Two minutes ago, she was ready to pepper-spray me, and now she was taking care of me.

That was the definition of fucked up. She was meticulous though, I’d give her that.

Georgia pulled some tweezers out of her kit and went about carefully removing specks of dirt and pieces of gravel from my arm.

I couldn’t help but admire her focus. Given how afraid she was—and she was scared—Georgia remained calm and collected. She sat beside me with one hand on my bicep and her eyes locked on her task.

One thing she couldn’t hide was how tense she was. I could feel that in the way her fingers stiffened on my arm. It reminded me of a child refusing to look at the closet, because if they didn’t acknowledge the monster, then it wasn’t there.

“Something wrong?” I taunted.

“Can you not interrupt me when I have tweezers near an open wound?” she said with a slight quiver in her tone.

She didn’t like my voice either. Let’s see what else she didn’t like.

Gotta say, I enjoyed fucking with her. The twitch in her fingers when I flexed my arm.

How her grip slipped on the tweezers when I shifted my leg, and the way her entire body stiffened like a rabbit waiting to bolt when I got too close.

That shit made me smirk. But, it was her tiny size that I enjoyed the most.

Georgia was so small she might snap in half if I breathed too hard.

Even sitting in the dirt next to me, her head only came to my shoulder.

I kept thinking about how easy it would be to throw her around, pin her down, and break her apart.

All I would need was one hand. Just one hand to keep her exactly where I wanted her. That thought wouldn’t leave my head.

Then I made the mistake of leaning over and inhaling.

Cherries and vanilla never smelled so good. I wanted to take a bite out of her neck, and I would’ve if she hadn’t chosen that moment to dump rubbing alcohol on my wound.

Pain seared down my arm, effectively killing the images rolling through my mind. “Goddamnit!”

Georgia responded with a muttered, “Stop being a baby,” and continued on with her work.

“That shit hurt.”

She huffed out a sigh. “Well, you were the one who picked a fight for no reason.”

Was she scolding me, and why did I find that hot?

I blamed my father and his no jerking off rule for this bullshit.

This wouldn’t be a problem if I could fuck someone.

Or fuck my hand. But no, I was stuck sitting here with an erection that could cut stone while I silently cursed the man who decided to mix cherries with vanilla.

“You doing okay there, buddy?”

My eyes snapped over to the grin on Ravi’s face. “Eat shit.”

Bastard not only was enjoying the show, but he knew exactly what I was thinking. I needed to get out of here.

“Are you fucking done yet?”

“Almost.” As if her fucking scent wasn’t bad enough, Georgia then blew on my arm.

Her breath washed over my skin, sending a jolt of excitement to my cock. All I could do to fight it was dig my fingers into the dirt. When that didn’t work, I jumped up onto my feet and stormed away.

“You’re welcome,” Georgia sang after me.

“I didn’t ask for your help.” I flipped both her and Ravi off over my shoulder and left.