“Guys, this is girl.”
I laugh at his silly introduction. “It’s Rochelle.”
“Okay…” Snow turns and looks at me. “Girl.” He laughs and turns back to the group.
Shot glasses line the table with a bottle of rum in the middle.
“What are you playing?”
“Take a fucking drink,” one yells. His jacket reads ‘Prospect.’ He was the one Snow hit to move.
“Basically, we ask you a question. If we think you’re lying when you answer, you have to take a drink.”
“That doesn’t sound great…” My eyebrows pinch together. “That sounds a lot like a drinking game.” As I speak the words, another carload pulls up with some girls and guys. A few make their way straight to the river while a girl with white-blonde hair walks over to us. Her hand goes around Snow’s neck and she kisses him on the cheek.
“Sis, this is, girl.”
She smiles at me and nods her head.
“It’s Rochelle, actually.”
“Semantics.” Snow waves me off. “This is Harper. Harper, be nice to girl. She’s Tanika’s friend.” Harper gives me a smile so large, I can’t help but return it.
“My brother annoying you?” she asks, rubbing her palm over her brother’s head. For some reason he takes it and only smiles as he starts pouring shots.
“Never.” I smile, and then someone calls her name.
Harper offers us a wave before she runs off.
“Okay, girl, you’re up first.” Of course, I am. “When was the last time you had anal?”
“What happens if I don’t answer?” I ask.
“You have a double shot.”
“Okay, double shot me.”
Snow throws his head back and laughs, then pours me two drinks. He goes next, and it’s the prospect who asks him a question. Snow slides the drinks over to me, and I shoot them fast, feeling the slow burn of the rum on the way down.
“Snow, when was the last time you got hard from a girl?”
Everyone goes quiet, puzzled by his question.
Then a hand goes around my shoulders as he answers, “Right now. From staring at girl’s tits.” Then he proceeds to look down at my breasts.
I don’t even bother covering them up, nor does it embarrass me for some reason. It’s simply funny. “They are mighty fine, right?” I reply, smiling up at him.
A truck pulls up and I recognize it. My heart starts to beat faster and I reach for Snow’s shot, downing it in one hit.
“Girl, you stealing my shit.” Snow laughs, pouring another one. He doesn’t need to have one, everyone believes his words, but he takes one anyway.
Harper runs up the hill and throws her arms around a pair of shoulders I recognize.
Snow turns and looks where I am then back to me.
“You know, Reap?” Snow asks.
I turn to him, confused by his words. I don’t know him as that, maybe I’m drunk. I must be. Turning back, I listen to the next one in the game, but my eyes keep flicking to where he’s located. Harper clings to him, and I wonder why he allows it.
“No,” I manage to answer, realizing I never did answer if I know him.
“You sure, girl, you’re staring pretty hard his way.” Snow pauses, turns, and yells. “Reap, get your ass over here.”
I hear Harper giggle as they turn while I try to hide behind Snow as they come closer, hoping he won’t see me and I won’t be able to see him.
But of course, I have no luck.
“Pretty girl,” the name he likes to call me drips from his lips.
Oh fuck.
Chapter Six
Rochelle
Snow turns, and there’s a smile still on his face, but I don’t look toward that voice. Instead, I reach for another shot, downing it before I tap my fingers on the table, hoping and praying Tanika comes back soon so we can leave.
“You know, girl here, Reap?” Of course Snow asks Marcus that.
“Girl?” he says, confused.
I still don’t look his way, then someone next to me moves, and I know it’s him that slides in because his smell is something I’ve dreamed about for weeks. Dark and musky, just like him. “You must be mistaken, it’s pretty girl, right, Snow?” he jokes, and I look up at Marcus. And right at that moment, I wish I didn’t. I wish I pretended he never existed in the first place, because when I look up into his hazel eyes staring at me, and his dark curly messy hair as if he’s just showered, I want to run my hand through the locks and pull them so his lips smash against mine.
“Reap?” I ask, watching him for a reaction.
He smirks, and my heart beats hard in my chest.
“The boys call me, Reap,” he answers coldly.
“Damn right we do.” Snow cheers and throws his hand over my shoulders, pulling me back to him, snuggling me under his arm.
“Reap, why don’t you come for a swim?” Harper walks over, and I stiffen under Snow’s arm.