Renna Rose Lancaster never searched for love.
She stumbled into it long before she was old enough to know what to call it.
It lived inside flower crowns that barely survived a minute on his head. Pebbles he slipped into her pockets because every tre...
“She was a ‘Love is, that you are the knife that I plunge into myself’ girl.
And he was a ‘What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love’ boy.”
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"Oi, look at that jammy bastard charming the pants off that hot chick!" Atlas boomed, as he pointed straight at Gavin with a tipsy smirk.
Tristan's gaze dropped straight to the waitress's legs wrapped around Gavin's thigh before slurring the next line. "Those thighs clamped around him look proper thick!"
Aaron kept staring at the way her hips rolled against Gavin. "She has to be getting all hot and slick!"
Logan swallowed visibly hard as he watched the scene unfold inches from my side. "Bet Gavin's dying to bury his face in there for a long, slow lick!"
Nico tracked the subtle movements under the skirt with a knowing smirk. "The way your fingers are going at it under there is one hell of a clever trick!"
Lucie smacked Nico's arm sharply. "You boys are all completely and utterly sick!"
George jabbed a finger right at the obvious bulge tenting Gavin's jeans. "Look at him hard as a bloody stick!"
Freya shot the group a disgusted but amused glare. "Honestly you lot are nothing but a bunch of horny pricks!"
Casper finally ripped his mouth away from Kristina's, coming up for air with lips shiny and a wicked glint in his eye. "Her hips are bucking wild with every flick."
Kristina shoved him back with a laugh that didn't quite hide how much she was enjoying the madness. "This is getting completely out of hand, the lot of you seriously need a solid kick!"
The rhyming sentences hung heavy in the sticky air for a beat before the table burst into fresh waves of laughter and crude cheers.
What a fucking circus these morons have made.
From any outsider's view it sounded like a full-blown group narration of some dodgy porn scene. But no, these absolute weapons had yanked the rhyme card in the Ring of Fire game and somehow twisted the whole streak into this running dirty poem about the bar waitress who'd only climbed up here to sling us fresh drinks.
Gavin's MVP swagger from the game must've done the heavy lifting because somehow she'd ended up on his lap instead. Her short uniform skirt had ridden up, and his forearms flexed visibly as his hands worked underneath, fingers buried deep while she ground down hard on his thigh.
I couldn't even glance left without catching the full unfiltered show or getting her hair all over me because the booth was that jammed with bodies, sweat, and the sharp tang of spilled vodka mixing with perfume and cologne.
