Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,35

himself from root to tip and stopped at the end of every pull to run his fingers around the crown and over the tip.

I was glued to my spot on the floor and my stomach clenched with need. His pace increased and the muscles in his arm flexed as he worked himself.

I needed to get out of there.

I scrambled on my hands and knees, and when I was just about to the door, my phone fell from my back pocket. It wasn't loud, but the second I looked back at the bathroom, Jax's eyes met mine over his shoulder.

His mouth opened and he threw his head back, ropes of cum shooting out onto the glass window in front of him.

I jumped up and tried to grab my phone, but it was too far back and Jax was already out of the shower.

I threw open the door and ran down the hall. I took the stairs as quickly as possible and turned the corner then came to a stop. Blake was coming in the door from the garage and looked right at me.

"What the-"

"Riley!" Jax's voice came from the top of the stairs as I ran through the kitchen to the other side of the house. "Get the fuck back here!"

I was in such deep shit. It would be a miracle if I made it out of the house without them catching me. And then what? I had no shoes and no phone. I'd be walking for hours to get home. It was what I deserved for being so stupid.

I made it through the living room and down another short hall which had a bathroom and an elevator button. I pressed it and it slid open immediately. There was no other choice. The bathroom was in the middle of the house and wouldn't have a window for me to escape out of.

I ran in and frantically pressed the button just as Blake rounded the corner and sprinted toward me. It slid closed just before he could reach me and began its descent.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I was an idiot jumping into an elevator.

I had never seen their house from the outside, so I didn't know what the hell was going to be at the bottom. It stopped after what felt like five or six stories and I rushed out.

My eyes went wide and I turned to go back into the elevator, but the doors already slid shut. I pounded my fists on the metal, but I could already hear it moving.

I searched around frantically for a stairwell, but there was only the elevator. Talk about breaking fire code. I turned and looked at my surroundings.

I was in a cave that had lit up as soon as the elevator doors had opened. It was oddly quiet inside, but that wasn't what had scared me. The gently rippling water was what gave me pause. It was dark and looked deep.

There were two boats and three jet skis in the water. I didn't even know how they got out of the cave because there wasn't an exit. Against the rock face next to the elevator were storage cabinets.

I opened them but there was no space to hide. I looked back at the elevator and listened. The noise stopped and then it started moving again.

They were coming.

The only possible place to hide was one of the boats. I didn't know what else to do, so I ran down the platform and climbed onto one. I sat with my knees drawn to my chest in front of the driver's seat.

Maybe there was a way out that I wasn't seeing and they would think I swam out. I shuddered at the thought of having to find a way out of the cave through the water. I would just wait it out.

The elevator door dinged and I tried to calm myself down. My chest was heaving and I couldn't catch my breath. I curled into a tighter ball, trying to get my body to stop shaking.

"You check over there," Blake said.

I couldn't hear them searching and shut my eyes. The boat moved with the water and I bit down on the sleeve of my shirt, suddenly taken back to when I was seven.

My chest and throat burned as I coughed up water. My gasps for breath made me feel like I couldn't get enough air. I gripped the side of the buoy I was on as it rocked in the water and coughed so hard it felt like my