Greed (The Seven Deadly #2)
Page 37“Whatever happened to her?”
“She got caught with drugs and was sentenced to work in an orphanage in Uganda for six months.”
“Sounds like she got what she deserved,” Finley bit.
I thought about the Sophie that came back and how extraordinary she truly became. “She definitely got what she deserved,” I concurred.
The night carried on. Put on fast forward, people got in and out, ate, drank and left. I found a kindred spirit in Finley and thought she was a genuinely nice girl. We were the last two left that night at close to two in the morning when she excused herself. I walked her back to the campsite but decided to turn back and spend a little while longer in the springs while I had the peace and quiet.
The water was beyond warm in the chilly air, and I sank deeply into it down to my neck. I’d felt so lost lately when just months before I had such a definite course set ahead of me. My deadline to invest in my friend’s stock came and went and I had to watch it take off exponentially, making my friend rich beyond his wildest dreams. I wasn’t as jealous or angry about it as I thought I would have been, but it did help that I had millions stashed away for a rainy day just in case another investment came my way.
I felt sick without Cricket’s rocky friendship and thought very seriously about just buying a little house nearby to visit in my future years of life. Just knowing she was nearby would have to be enough for me and I needed to come to terms with that.
I looked up at the deep blue sky scattered with glittering stars and was in absolute awe of the wilderness that was America. I sat up a little, trying to make out the constellations when I felt a nose on my back.
“Eugie?” I asked and he licked the side of my face.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Cricket’s sweet voice rang out like a balm to my soul, making my eyes roll back into my head. “I was just coming for a late-night swim.”
“It’s okay,” I said, sitting up even more, my heart beating rapidly.
Those words were the only I’d heard her address directly to me in weeks. She turned like she was going to leave, and I bolted out of the water.
“Don’t go,” I said, grabbing her forearm gently.
Her eyes followed up my hand and arm to my face.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She peeled off her short robe and sandals and slipped into the water with me. We were deathly quiet for more than ten minutes and I felt so tempted to leave. It was getting awkward, and I never liked to feel awkward with Cricket. I made a move to get out of the water just when she spoke.
“Do you like Finley?” she asked, startling me.
“Yeah, she’s a fine girl.”
Her head bobbed up and down as she stared at the stars.
“She’s quite beautiful,” she said.
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Was she interesting to you?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure where she was going with her line of questioning.
“Cricket?” I asked.
“Yeah?” she said, running her hands over the top of the water.
Her head whipped my direction. “No!”
“Then why are you so curious?”
She cleared her throat and looked back up at the night sky. “I don’t know.” She sighed.
I ran my hands through my wet hair.
“Thank you for taking care of Eugie for me,” she said, changing the subject.
“He’s been helping me through some stuff.”
“He’s good at that.” She smiled.
I smiled back. “I know.”
She stood up and the water reached just below her breasts, which made me laugh because it met my waist.
“Come here,” she said, walking to the opposite edge of the pool.
I followed her and we peered over the precipice.
“Wow,” I said simply.
Cascading down the mountains, in a stairstep pattern, were dozens of little hot springs reflecting the night sky. They were breathtaking.
“I can’t believe how beautiful this is,” she whispered. “I never tire of it.”
“Agreed,” I said as I looked upon her profile.
Our arms touched briefly but instead of jerking away as I’d expected, she let our skin linger together and the warmth drove me insane. Without looking at her, I pressed my arm deeper into hers. The reflection in the water showed me she pressed her eyes closed and encouraged me. I raised my hand a little and rested it beside hers, the sides of our palms barely touching, before wrapping my pinky finger around hers.
Her breathing deepened, her chest rose and fell faster with each finger I moved over her hand.
“Spencer,” she exhaled, and I could no longer think.
I yanked her away from the edge and pressed her back into the larger rock in the pool. She gasped, and it did things to my stomach. I slowly inched my way closer to her and with each inch, she panted harder.
“Don’t move,” I sighed into her neck.
She frantically nodded and bit her bottom lip.
My mouth gaped open. “Oh, Cricket,” I told her, my voice dropping an octave. “I told you never to do that.”
She released her lip and I found my hand reaching for it. I ran my thumb across its glossy fullness, feeling her warm breath against the pad. I followed the plump line to the crease of her mouth then back.
Her hands reached for my shoulders but I stopped them, earning me another soft gasp. I pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, I continued to explore her exquisite mouth before tracing my thumb down the line of her throat. She swallowed, making me smile.
I do believe she wouldn’t have complained if I had, but she was enjoying our game as much as I was.
My free hand found the base of her throat and my thumb pressed between her collarbones briefly before running the length of each. My hand glided up the side of her neck before finding her jaw. I tilted her head up slightly and slowly inched my way closer until my lips met underneath the line of her jaw. I pressed the softest kiss there but delayed a little, letting my breath fan across her sensitive flesh before pulling away again. She exhaled when I did and sagged a little against my chest.
“Stand up, Cricket,” I uttered against her skin.
She sagged a little farther before supporting herself once more. This was torture for us both, but it was such a good hurt.
I studied her body, trying to decide where to explore next. The flat of my hand found the top of her chest and stayed there while I felt her heartbeat, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.
I pulled her hands down and let them fall into the water to warm her but then flattened her hands against the rock. “Keep them there,” I instructed.
Both my hands met her hips and I pinched the bones between my forefingers and thumbs before sliding them up her sides, feeling every curve, learning every contour. When I met the undersides of her breasts, I slid them to the side, then up her arms and shoulders before coming back down, lingering at the swell of her breasts and meeting her hips once more.
Her eyes had drifted shut.
I shifted toward her ear. “Answer me this.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes,” she barely breathed.
“Do you like my touch?”
“V-very much,” she answered, sounding almost drugged.
My palm found the back of her neck and I angled her closer to me. I snatched her away from the rock and she breathed in sharply, pleasing me to no end. I sat her in the shallow end of the water, on its natural shelf underneath the pool, and wedged myself between her legs. I let my head fall at the base of her neck and let my lips procrastinate there, resting my forehead into her shoulder and driving myself crazy in the process.
I softly kissed up the base of her throat to the line of her jaw and lingered at the crease of her mouth. As if she were drugged, she tried to move her mouth toward mine but her movements were too heavy and I stopped her.
I chuckled. “No, no, Cricket. We’ll kiss when I say we kiss.” She nodded sluggishly and closed her eyes once more. “And when that happens, I want your tongue with mine. I don’t want to know where you begin or I end.” She groaned softly but nodded.
My lips found her throat again and I flicked my tongue out quickly and tasted salt, making my tongue swell in anticipation of the kiss.
“Cricket?” we heard Ethan call out.
Cricket let out a panicked gasp and pushed me away. She separated herself from me by sliding down the shelf. All I could do was stare at her in disbelief.
“I cheated,” she said, placing her hand over her mouth as if in disgust.
“With who?” I bit, frustrated beyond belief that she was abandoning me yet again.
“You!” she whisper yelled.
“We haven’t even kissed!” I yelled low.
“I’m an awful person,” she said desperately. “I cheated.”
“You are an awful person,” I replied with acid and she began to cry. “But not because you supposedly cheated. It’s because you haven’t really been with Ethan for months now, yet you keep stringing him along. Just like me. You’re cruel, Cricket Hunt. And I’m officially done with you.”
“Not a chance. I’m done with you,” I told her and meant it.
I launched myself from the pool and headed straight for the campsite.
“Where’s Cricket?” Ethan asked me.
“Back there,” I told him. With my heart.
Chapter Thirty
The next morning, Jonah “knocked” on my tent. I sat up and unzipped it for him.
“What!” I howled.
“Dang!” Jonah laughed. “What crawled into your sleeping bag?”
“Your cousin did.”
“What?”
I laughed. “No, I just meant that I officially have decided to get over Cricket Hunt.”
Jonah sat on his haunches. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” I said, yanking my hair at the sides.
“I can see that.”
“Bite me.”
“Yowza. Sounds like she did a number on you. Is that where you were gone to last night?”
“Yeah, I was off getting tortured by your cousin.”
“Now, wait a minute, did she, uh, tell you anything?”
“No! And I swear, I’m recommending you all for the CIA.”
Jonah laughed. “All right, well, I’m taking Ethan hunting with Eugie for breakfast. You want to come?”
“Hell no! I want as far away from him as well.”
“Fine, grumpy.”
He zipped my tent shut and I fell into my pillow, pissed beyond belief. I don’t know how it happened, I was so amped up, but I fell back to sleep.