Cursing, she grabbed for his arms, pinning him to the floor. “I’m going to murder you!”
“Kacey, I was kidding, I’m sorry, I—”
Her eyes were blazing as if possessed. She frantically looked around the room, and a smile erupted across her face. “So… you want to do this here? Now? Get all that childhood angst out? Fine, let’s go.”
“Go?” Oh God, he could feel the stutter coming on, as his tongue felt thick in his mouth.
“Yeah, go.” She reached onto the counter and grabbed two eggs, then skillfully, while he was still frozen in fear, pulled at his jeans and stuffed the eggs into the front, straddling him as they cracked and oozed down his legs.
He closed his eyes. Never had he been so angry or aroused. Really? What was with him and food? First, chicken at the dinner table, and now eggs. He’d probably never eat a normal meal again without getting painfully turned on.
“That’s it.” He knew he was stronger, bigger, tougher. He grabbed her arms and flipped her onto her back, egg staining his pants. Damn, that was uncomfortable.
She squealed and tossed her head from side to side. He pinned her arms on either side of her head. Egg was beginning to dry on her face.
“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you go.”
“Never.” She smiled.
“Fine.” Arms still pinned, he leaned over her and gathered some spit in his mouth.
“No, no, Travis, don’t you dare.” She struggled underneath him. Damn she felt good.
“All you have to do is say you’re sorry.”
Her eyes flashed.
“Fine.” He let the spit fall from his mouth just slightly. She screamed.
And suddenly he was getting pulled off of her.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Jake yelled.
His parents came running into the room.
And he could only imagine what they thought. Travis with wet stains on the front of his pants as if he’d had an accident, Kacey with egg in her hair, and Jake with a black eye.
As if on cue, Kacey and Jake both pointed to Travis. He cursed.
His mother clenched her fists at her sides. “Travis Titus!”
“Uh-oh, she used his full name,” Jake interjected.
“He’s dead now,” Kacey added.
Travis wanted to roar.
His mother shook her head. “Really Travis, it isn’t like you to be so immature! Oh heavens, Kacey, is that egg on your head?”
Kacey nodded solemnly.
Travis clenched his teeth.
His mother inspected him more closely. “Honey, did you have an accident?”
Jake chuckled and began coughing wildly next to him. He looked to Kacey, and she bit her lip and looked away.
“Yes, I’m twenty-three, and I had an accident. Really, Mom?”