Chapter Twelve #2
I know she’s in her room because I know Leigh.
That’s her safe place. The little cocoon she has built around herself over the years.
I don’t want any of what I’m about to do to her to go down in her space…
I want her in mine. In my bed. Pulled out of her comfort zone and thrown straight into something that’s 100% me.
I take a slow step up the stairs, pleased by the loud creak of the wood. That step I’d skipped as a teenager so as not to wake up my parents. She’ll know I’m coming. She’s probably covering her own mouth right now, trying to hide her loud, panting breaths. The image has me painfully hard.
“Come out, come out, Leigh,” Danny calls from the other side of the house. Ascending the stairs to the top floor, I check the dark hallway for a sign of the glow-in-the-dark necklace Danny put on her. If it had been tossed on the floor, abandoned to signal that she wanted to stop, it would kill me.
Danny appears at the far end of the hallway, and together we move toward the center, opening rooms and clearing them. He’s chanting little sayings to himself to fuck with her.
“Trick or treat, Leigh? I’ve got some of both for you.”
After clearing the guest bathroom, the next door belongs to her.
I nod my head to Danny and he walks over, that jack-o-lantern grin never leaving his face.
I turn the door handle and push it open, revealing Leigh’s innocent canopy bed, like she’s a princess that never grew up.
I scan the room, lit only by the moonlight through her feminine curtains, but there’s no obvious sight of her.
Danny checks her attached bathroom, then turns back to me and shakes his head.
Surely…she didn’t hide under the fucking bed? Amateur hour.
I walk over to it, and if she is underneath, she’ll get a perfect view of me creeping up to her hiding place.
I imagine hearing her heart hammering like the nervous little rabbit she is, and my blood quickens.
It’s crazy how my body reacts like I’m actually hunting, and I’m about to trap the ultimate prey.
I crouch, then slowly lift the bed skirt, place my hand to the floor to balance myself and lean down.
A small hand flies out at me, gripping my hair and trying to smash it to the floor. The move doesn’t have enough strength to it but I respect the fuck out of her attempt to get past me.
“Oh, you fight dirty, baby?” Danny says, peeking down from the other side of the bed and grabbing her ankles. She gasps, obviously forgetting to be ready for both of us at once. He tugs on her feet and she looks back to me wide-eyed as if to ask for help as she’s pulled closer to him.
“Sorry, Leigh. Looks like you lost.”
“Danny, get off me!”
“Fuck no,” he grits out as she’s pulled completely from under the bed. I move to where they’re tussling, appreciating the way her green dress has ridden up, and I notice she’d stashed her wings under her nightstand.
“Caught you,” I say softly, leaning down and snatching her up from the floor to toss over my shoulder. I turn for the hallway, feeling her clutch at the back of my shirt. Danny walks behind me and she decides to start pleading.
“Wait, what happens now? You didn’t say what happens if I lose?”
“I did. I said it would be time to play.”
“Play what?” Her edgy voice is high-pitched with panic.
“You know what,” I growl, pushing open my door.
I pull her down, her body sliding, and on instinct she wraps her legs around my waist. I can barely see her apart from the necklace, and Danny pushes open a curtain so that a slight amount of moonlight outlines the room in a low, washed-out glow.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what's about to happen, Leigh.”
She swallows, her mouth parting slowly as she studies my face desperately. She’s nervous, her face betraying her. But even more potent is the excitement that rolls off her. She wants this as much as I do.
“What happens next, Leigh? You’re the writer. Finish the chapter for us,” I murmur against her temple.
She gulps. “This isn’t the same, writing is easy. I don’t have a problem putting things into words. They’re not as important as this.”
Important. The word echoes in my chest. Well, I guess that’s probably my heart. She wants this to be important.
I grip under her thighs, my mouth falling to her jawline. Danny steps up behind her, and I feel him press against her back, pushing her hair to the side so he can kiss along her shoulder. “Use your words with me. With us. Tell us how you want this to end.”
Danny bites her neck softly, his hands falling to her ass to slide up under the hemline of her dress. “I-” she moans, cutting off her words when I suck on that spot below her ear. “I want both of you. Please.”
Fuck, my cock was already desperate for her before, but just the words out of her mouth have me grinding against her. “Danny, hold her up.”
He does, gripping under her thighs and keeping her lifted, her back against his chest, legs held open.
“Look at you two.” I murmur, pressing myself against her and grabbing Danny’s face, pulling it to mine.
I kiss him aggressively, the way he likes it, and he groans into my mouth when I pull back.
Using my hips, I press both of them back into the wall, and grip Danny’s head to move it to Leigh’s neck.
“Hold still.”
As he feasts on her collarbone, her eyes start to flutter. Seeing her on display like this is like a fucking dream come true, her body open for me like I’d imagined for years.
I press into her, taking her mouth in a gentler kiss, her small sounds from Danny’s work on her skin getting lost in my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes so good. This hot little mouth I can picture taking my cock so well. We’re about to find out.
I drop one hand, running it down her stomach, until it reaches the scrap of fabric covering her pussy, damp when I run my fingers across it.
“Looks like you’re already wet for us, baby,” I croon into her mouth and she whimpers as I tug them to the side and run my fingers through her arousal. I circle her clit with my thumb lightly, teasing until I feel her start rocking her hips against my hand.
“How bad do you want us,” I ask, continuing to work her clit while I slip one finger inside her. She tightens around me and I almost lose control at the silky wetness of her pussy. I want to be inside it, pounding her into the wall.
Control yourself. I bite my tongue to ground myself, focusing instead on the look of her face as I play with her, adding another finger. Her head drops to Danny’s shoulder and he watches over hers as I finger her.
With my other hand I creep up to the neckline of her strapless dress and slowly pull the fabric down so that her pretty lace bra is revealed.
Her hands move to grip my shoulder and I find myself immediately obsessed with that.
Her, right where she belongs. Between the two of us.
Using me to brace herself against whatever I’m about to do to her body.
I dip my hands inside her bra, running my thumb over her nipple, and she gasps again at the feeling. Her skin is hot to the touch, and tense as she watches me hungrily take in the sight of her.
“This is only the start, Leigh. You’re gonna get off on my hand now, and then we’re going to fuck you exactly like we’ve been picturing in our heads for years.
I’m gonna own this pussy from here on out, understood?
” Her breath catches and I watch as her eyes dilate at my words.
“I don’t care what your friends think, I don’t care what Mom or Dad thinks.
This town can go to hell. You belong to me now. ”