It’s one of the creepy looking places that murderers buy so they can torture and kill their prey without perked ears and prying eyes.
And we’ve just got locked inside.
Leo fist bumps a guy on the way through the narrow hall and we get frown after frown as we bypass a huge ass line of students.
“Bathroom line?” Vienna whispers, and then we reach the end, seeing a big dude scanning each person and confiscating their cell phones.
My hand instantly hits my chest.
Leo sees it and frowns, looking from the metal detector to me. “You got a phone in there?” He pops a brow and I shake my head.
“Nope. No phone.”
He’s slow to accept my answer and then looks to Vienna. “You?”
“Dude. We live in a group home. Like we could pay a cell phone bill.”
He nods and then we’re through the dark curtain.
The other side is no majestic place. Nothing special or over the top.
An old house, clean but not kept up with lights and a few sofas against the wall. Some music coming from somewhere and a few kegs in the kitchen as well as a long table people are playing dice on.
Vienna spots a few girls she must know because they wave her over, but she doesn’t budge.
“You can go,” I tell her.
“I came here with you, that’s messed up.”
“For real, go. I’m not very social as it is. I like to roam around and check shit out. You’ll have more fun with them.”
She hesitates a moment, smashing her lips to the side. “You sure? I don’t want you to think I used you or whatever.”
“I’ll see you later,” I laugh lightly, pushing her along and as soon as she walks away, I can breathe a little better.
It’s true what I told her. I’m better by myself.
I make my way to the keg, but stand back and watch several other people fill up their cups before I decide it’s likely not poisoned and grab my own.
When I step through the living room to what I’m thinking served as a den when the house was occupied, I spot Captain leaning against the wall, a brunette between his legs.
He’s pulling her shirt down, kissing on her shoulder, but his eyes meet mine when I walk by.
I step out back, spotting Bass sitting at a table in the yard.
“Raven Carver.” He grins, calling me over with a nod of his head. “The fuck you doin’ here?”
“Bass Bishop.” I walk closer, bringing my cup to my mouth for a long drink. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Free beer,” he jokes. “So how’d you end up here?”
“Lucky, I guess.” I shrug.
He stands and walks toward me. “You get that all cleaned up?” he asks, reaching out to pull my lip down a bit.
I dab at the blood spot, showing him it’s all dried.
He chuckles lightly and nips at my fingertip before stepping back to take his seat. He grabs a cigarette, offering one to me.
“I’m good.”
With a nod, he turns back to his buddies and I move along.
I walk across the yard to the opposite side of the house, propping my hip against the old wooden panels that line the edges. Nothing but empty field for miles.
Not five seconds later a firm grip locks my hip in place and hot breath hits my neck making me jump.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Maddoc.
“I was invited.” I roll my eyes.
He pushes me forward two steps, the yard light no longer shining against my back. He whispers, “I’m not talking about the party. I’m talking out where you’re standing.”
“Why not?”
“Listen.”
Me brows draw in but after a moment I hear it.
Soft giggles and quiet laughter, followed by the clear sound of a sultry kiss.
Deep breathes, soft mews and airy moans.
There’s a rustle of leaves followed by a whispered “yes” and my skin grows warm.
Maddoc pushes closer.
And then the zip of jeans is heard, and my core tightens.
There’s no sound for a moment and I find myself inching closer to the darkness of the trees.
“Oh God,” is breathed into the air and I pull in a lungful of cold air.
A deep raspy groan, a shuttered cry.
Maddoc’s grip on my hips tightens and my pussy walls clench.
“She’s almost there ...” he rasps against the back of my ear and I shiver against him. “Right at the edge, ready to come for him ... for us without even knowing it.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, licking my lips as I focus on their sounds.