Dead of Summer

Chapter 9

My heart pounds in my throat as I try to think of a reply. As I try to figure out if there’s a way for me to murder him with the shower head, Kayde just fucking stares at me like he can see every little thought going through my head. And hell, maybe I’m just so readable that he absolutely can.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” he teases at last, sparking both anger and fear in my chest. My fingers dig into my palms at my sides, and I wish I could burn him with the heat of my hatred. His hands move up my sides, smoothing over my skin, and my breath hitching in my throat is just another betrayal on the list of them for the night.

Sure enough, his eyes flick up to mine at the soft, barely audible sound. For the first time, I let my gaze dip, looking at the planes of his chest and the faint outline of muscles in his abdomen. Curiosity pulls my eyes lower, to the sharp v of his hips that I feel like I could cut myself on, if I’m not careful where I press my fingers.

Not that I want to touch him.

We’re too close for me to see much more than the trail of blond hair that leads dangerously lower, and seeing his tan skin flush to mine just serves to remind me how little space there really is between us. It’s hard not to pinpoint exactly where we’re pressed together, but I force my gaze away from his body and back up to his face.

“If your goal is ruining my shower, then you’re doing a good job of it,” I say at last, my words careful and deliberate. “This is definitely my favorite time of the night, and I have maybe fifteen minutes of hot water left.” I try hard not to shift away from him, or look like I even notice all of the places his skin brushes against mine.

It’s horrifying.

It’s intoxicating.

One of his hands comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb running sweetly over my bottom lip as he just fucking looks at me. His eyes are as unreadable as always, and shine with something other than the dark amusement that I always seem to find there when we’re alone.

“I’m not telling you no,” I add quickly, wondering if that’s how my words have come across. “I’m not…” For good measure I reach out to grip his wrist in a loose grip. “I’m not telling you to leave. I’m just?—”

“Baby girl, I know exactly what you’re doing,” he assures me. “It’s okay to be afraid of me. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” God, I hate how supportive he makes such an awful thing sound. “And don’t worry.” Again he leans forward, brushing his lips to my forehead as he adds, “I’ll give you plenty of reasons to be afraid of me over the next few days. I promise.”

My mouth opens, though I have no idea what I’m going to say, but the sound of footsteps draws my horrified gaze upward, eyes wide as I stare at Kayde.

“That you, Liza?” Darcy’s voice is bored and irritation laces the edges of it.

I don’t answer. I can’t answer as both of us listen to the sound of her picking a shower stall and turning on the water. At least, until Kayde’s brows jerk upward expectantly, a smirk quirking at his lips. Answer her, he mouths, and I hesitate.

I can’t not answer her. I know that. If I don’t, there’s a good chance she’ll come over to see if there’s a dead body in the shower, and then she’ll find us.

I can’t let her find me like this.

“No,” I reply a little too quickly, still unable to move, “it’s me.”

“Oh.” Her disappointment is audible, and it’s a fight not to roll my eyes. When she doesn’t continue, I breathe a soft sigh of relief, wondering how in the world I’m going to get out of here without her noticing Kayde.

Before I can say that, however, or see if Kayde has an idea for us to leave, I realize his hands are moving, circling my waist until he’s pushing me flush with the wall.

Stay, he mouths, a grin pulling at his lips. My heart rockets into overdrive, and I shake my head at whatever he’s planning.

But it’s not like he listens to me. Fingers spread, he strokes both palms up over my stomach, fingers tickling at the space over my ribs, causing me to shudder even in the heat of the shower stall. He cups my breasts, eyes on mine, and only belatedly do I realize I’m still holding onto his wrist, though now with a death grip instead of a loose hold.

Kayde leans in, one knee pressing between mine. I try to stop him by pressing my thighs together, but he just tilts his head to the side with a quick roll of his eyes and shoves, forcing my thighs to open around his and letting him fit against my body completely.

“Did you hear me?” Darcy’s irritation is palpable. “Summer?”

“No,” I tell her honestly, eyes on Kayde. “I’m sorry, uh?—”

“I asked if you’d seen Kayde tonight.”

A smile twitches over Kayde’s lips, and he leans in to brush his lips over my throat, unerringly where my pulse pounds the strongest.

“No,” I deny, probably too quickly. “No I haven’t. I’ve been in—” My breath hitches again when his thumb rolls over my nipple. When he does it again, I try harder to become one with the wall, only to fail miserably. “In my cabin,” I finish lamely.

“Oh.” She goes quiet again, and Kayde gives her a moment before leaning in, his lips against my ear.

“Better be quiet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers kneading and cupping my breasts and causing me to squirm against the thigh he has shoved between my thighs. “If she sees us…I’ll have to kill her.”

Already I’m shaking my head, trying to articulate the words from last night, his promise that he wouldn’t do this in front of anyone.

But Kayde doesn’t seem to care. He kisses down my throat, teeth nipping and grazing against my skin. With his mouth open, it’s easier for him to suck and pull marks against the side of my neck that I know will bloom bright purple by tomorrow, judging by the burn he leaves behind.

And I want to hate it.

I want to hate everything about it, yet I feel myself grinding down against his thigh while his mouth and hands convince me that I don’t hate this nearly enough. Heat rushes down my spine, and distantly I hear the sound of another shower turning on, and Liza calling something to Darcy before going quiet again.

Kayde’s smile against my throat is obvious, especially when he glances up to show me the sheer amusement on his features. Still meeting my eyes, he nips at my collarbone, lightly at first, until finally his teeth sink into my skin, not letting go.

“Fuck.” I can’t help the soft hiss that comes from my lips, or the way my hand flies up to grip his shoulder. “Kayde?—”

He bites harder, his tongue laving over my skin that he holds between his teeth while his grip shifts so he can more easily toy with my nipples. He takes his time pinching and teasing, until I’m nearly lunging off the wall and breathing normally is a myth.

“Summer?” Liza sounds almost perplexed, and I flinch under Kayde when I hear my name. “I missed you tonight after dinner in the staff cabin. Kinsley said you weren’t feeling well.”

I can feel Kayde pinning me with his gaze, but I can’t look at him. I swallow once, then again, and squeeze my eyes shut tight to give myself the ability to answer. “Yeah, sorry. I don’t know, something at dinner made me a little nauseous. I feel fine now, though.”

”You probably overdid it today,” Liza goes on, and Kayde finally releases my skin just to lick over it again and again. The too-sensitive spot prickles under his tongue, causing me to writhe that much harder against his thigh. “During the games, I mean. You tackling her didn’t help, Darcy.”

“It’s a game, Liza,” Darcy replies flatly, as Kayde presses one more open-mouthed kiss to the prickling spot on my chest. As I watch, his smirk turns just a little bit more playful, and he noses at my throat before moving to kiss down my chest again.

“Wait,” I breathe, suddenly realizing where he’s heading. “Kayde, please—” He doesn’t listen. He never fucking listens, and seconds later his left hand is gone from my nipple just for him to seal his lips over the sensitive peak and graze his teeth against it.

My legs jerk, but I’m kept in place by his thigh and his hands on my chest. His left hand goes back to stroking my breast, and he finally shakes off my hands to give himself more range of movement. The whimper that leaves me seems to echo between us, but when his fingers sink into my breasts, pulling and cupping and grabbing me tightly so his mouth can have free rein over me, I can barely even remember to try to keep myself somewhat quiet.

“What?” I nearly whine, realizing Darcy has said my name again.

“Did Kayde say anything to you after your tug-of-war match? He was looking at you weird.” Her voice is carefully guarded, like she doesn’t want me knowing how she really feels about the whole thing.

The subject of her words glances up at me from under long lashes, water dripping down his cheeks as he moves to lick at my other nipple, his teeth once again nipping along my skin teasingly and leaving a soft but sharp pain behind.

I can’t do this. I’ve never had someone do this to me, and certainly not in a room with other people who are in danger of dying if I can’t keep my mouth shut. I mouth the word please over and over at him, but Kayde just grins and shakes his head before going back to the task he’s so happily engaged in.

“Summer?” Darcy prods irritably. “Are you fucking dead over there?”

“I’m just tired,” I snap in reply. “Jesus, Darcy, this is my quiet time.” My eyes squeeze shut at a particularly hard nip that’s definitely going to leave a bruise, and I tip my head back to stare up at the boring, innocent ceiling that’s nowhere near as sinful as Kayde’s face. Suddenly, I’m grateful for how the shower soaking both of us hides the fact I’m probably embarrassingly wet against his thigh that won’t stop moving against my center, no matter how much I try to shift away from him.

“No, he didn’t. Just congratulated me and said my kids are menaces,” I add, when I realize she’s still waiting for her answer. “We’re not friends, okay?”

“But you can’t tell me he isn’t your type,” Darcy points out. “Come on, Summer. I see the way you look at him when he isn’t looking.”

My eyes close hard, and I sigh against the accusation. I don’t need to look down to feel the amusement rolling off of Kayde in waves. “I don’t like him,” I say once more, voice firm. “Now can you please let me go back to zoning out in the hot water?”

“It’s like he just disappears.” I don’t know if she hasn’t heard me, or just doesn’t care, but Darcy keeps talking anyway. “Like last night. He was with Daniel, so I went looking for him. Then I get there and he’s just gone. Not in the staff cabin. Not in his. What the hell does he do with his free time?”

Kayde pulls away, his touches teasing, and licks the tip of his tongue over my nipple, then languidly laps against the stiff, pebbled bud that’s so oversensitive I can’t help but hiss out a breath and writhe against the wall.

“So responsive for me,” Kayde whispers, voice nearly inaudible above the running water. He lunges upward, chasing my lips even when I pull away. His hands fall to my hips, mouth slanting against mine in a demanding kiss that’s just as bruising as it is insatiable. “Do you like it like this? When you could get caught?” I barely need him to finish the question before I’m shaking my head hard, whimpering into his mouth.

“I think you do,” he disagrees. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be grinding against my thigh like a needy little slut, baby girl. Is that what you are, hmm? My needy, slutty little camp counselor?” Again I shake my head, just as vehemently as before. “You sure about that?” There’s something dangerous lurking under his tone, and I open my eyes to plead silently with him, begging him not to do whatever it is he’s planning.

Because I know I’m really not going to like it.

Before I can even register what he’s doing, Kayde drops to his knees in the shower, startling a sharp intake of breath from me as he drags my left leg up over his shoulder, urging me to hook my leg against his back. A whimper leaves me, louder than I intend, and I freeze to see if the conversation between Liza and Darcy falters.

But it doesn’t, somehow. And Kayde wastes no time kissing down my stomach, his hands on me to keep my thighs apart and my leg over his shoulder. I want to beg him not to. I want to hit him, to force him away from me, and my hands flutter over him, not touching, as I wish I could do something.

Kayde glances up, something crosses his gaze, and seems to take pity on me as he grabs my right hand and guides it to his wet, golden hair encouragingly. He holds my wrist, still kissing between my hip bones until finally, cautiously, I curl my fingers in his mass of curly hair.

That earns me a purr, and a nip against my skin that has me shuddering, before his hand drops back down to my thigh, digging in hard enough to leave more marks.

“It’s not that I like his personality.” I tune back in just as Darcy starts on her rant about Kayde, and wish I was anywhere but here. “It’s that I like his face. I want to sit on his face,” Darcy adds, earning a quick sound of disgust from Liza.

Kayde seems to preen under her words, and tilts his head as if he’s listening while his fingers stroke up the inside of my thigh, running along the too-sensitive skin there. Lazily he finds my eyes with his gaze, watching me as his fingers wander further upward until finally they’re stroking directly over my slit, teasingly sliding between my folds just enough to make me shudder.

“Kayde…” I whisper, trailing off when I realize I have no idea what to say or ask for. He tilts his head, still stroking along my slit, but all I can do is shake my head, teeth sinking into my lower lip as I resign myself to what’s definitely considered inhumane torture.

Sure enough, he leans forward, breath hot against my center as he presses open-mouthed kisses between my thighs. His lips are soft when they trace my slit, and his hand moves to spread my slit wide for him, giving him better access as my hand curls in his wet hair.

The moment his tongue flicks against my clit, my hips buck forward, and I find myself murmuring sorry under my breath, though I don’t know if he can even hear me. But if I thought it might have bothered him, the chuckle I feel against my body tells me something completely different. His hands disappear, one of them coming back to wrap around my thigh that’s supporting me and holding me in place. The other runs up the inside of my other thigh, just as his tongue licks a long, hot stripe up my slit and nearly makes me scream.

My free hand comes up to my face, and I stuff my wrist in my mouth, biting down the moment I feel his tongue slip between my folds to tease and toy with my clit, again. He doesn’t give me any warning, and doesn’t even pause as he alternates between scraping his teeth against it and licking soothingly over me.

Instead, my grip tightens, and I lock my arm before I do something stupid like pull him tighter against me as pleasure courses through my veins.

A brush of his fingers against my entrance is all the notice I get before he slides two long fingers into me, barely giving me a chance to adjust to the intrusion before he’s curling them forward and rocking them in and out of my body. His mouth doesn’t stop as he does, teeth feeling sharp and scorching with every scrape against me.

When a third finger enters me, I bite down harder on my arm, eyes screwed shut and the conversation going on in the shower house overwhelmed by the roaring in my ears. I squirm against the wall, my heel digging into Kayde’s shoulder harshly. A soft sob escapes me, somehow going unnoticed, and at a particularly sharp nip to my inner thigh, I find myself unable to stop myself from looking down at him, eyes wide and begging for help.

Kayde pauses, a smile tugging at his lips. He nods, and releases my thigh to press one finger to his lips. With my eyes on his he leans in once more, but instead of licking or nipping, he unerringly finds my swollen clit once more with his tongue and teeth, seals his lips around it, and pulls.

I nearly come apart on the spot. Especially when his teeth join in and he’s sucking and nipping at the most sensitive part of my body, hard enough for me to see stars. Softly I beg him to stop, voiceless pleas mouthed against my wrist that I’m too afraid to pull away from my face in case I need to scream.

But it’s quickly becoming too much. My breaths are coming faster, and my chest is heaving, until at last—when I’m sure I’m going to either rip his hair out or scream—Kayde suddenly gets to his feet, hands coming up to cup my face as he crushes his mouth to mine and forces his tongue between my lips. My wrist is knocked aside as he does, and he gathers both my wrists in one hand to shove them into the wall over my head, pulling a sharp breath from my throat.

“Be quiet for me, sweetheart,” he purrs against my lips, coaxing them open once more as heat curls in my belly and I fight to stand still. “Can’t let them hear you. Can’t let them find us…” His fingers slide against my folds again, and he ignores my whimper of protest to shove all three back into me, his thumb sliding hard against my clit as he fucks me on three fingers.

“Kayde…” My voice is soft but desperate, a hiccuping breath as he leans forward to claim my mouth once more.

“No, none of that,” he admonishes in a whisper. “Don’t be loud. Don’t be obvious.” His movements pick up, fingers moving in and out of my soaked cunt fast enough that I swear I can hear the wet, desperate sounds my body makes for him.

“I can’t?—”

“Yes you can.” He noses at my jaw, urging me to lean back fully against the wall. “Yes you can, Summer. You don’t want me to kill them, do you?” It hits me that he’s turned on by this. By the threat of killing them if they find us. “I’ll have to make you watch, sweetheart.” There’s nothing hesitant in his tone. Nothing resigned, and I hear the tremor of amusement.

“You’ll have to watch me kill them. Darcy first…then Liza.” His thumb moves across my clit, and I whimper, face falling forward against his shoulder. “There you go. Use me to muffle yourself. Bite down, Summer. You can’t make a sound if you don’t want to watch me tear them apart.”

I shake my head harder, drawing a breathy chuckle from him. “No, we don’t want that, do we? I’ll make it fast, though. If I have to kill them. I’ll make it fast but Summer, fuck, sweetheart, if you make me kill them because they find you, then I’m going to go further tonight than I’d planned. I won’t be able to hold back with you. Not when your sweet, greedy pussy wants more than my fingers so badly.” I shake my head at his words, trying to deny them over and over in my head. My teeth sink into his shoulder as heat and electricity build at the base of my spine, and a soft whine is all the warning I can really give him.

“Go on and come for me. You’re being so good,” he whispers against my ear. “So keep it up for me. Come for me, Summer. I know how much you want to. Your pretty pussy is fluttering around my fingers and you need it, don’t you baby?” He picks up his fingers’ pace, until he’s nearly slamming into me as his thumb rubs and strokes mercilessly over my clit.

But I can’t.

Not for him.

At least, until his lips brush my ear, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin there before he whispers, barely audible above my pounding heart, “Come for me before I make you scream just so I can fuck you while their blood dries on this goddamn floor, Summer.”

That shouldn’t do it.

It should horrify me and bring me back from the edge I’m hovering over, and yet?—

With a muffled cry against his shoulder, I stiffen. My release tears through me, drawn out by the thrusting of his fingers and the soft praise against my ear. I can barely hear anything over the rush in my ears, and I can barely think when my brain is trying to go offline with pleasure.

But even as he drags out my release further, I can feel myself becoming overstimulated. Pleasure becomes pain, and I pull away from him to meet his eyes, hoping that I can convey with a look that I need him to pleasegodstop.

Seconds later my hands are released, and Kayde shoves his fingers into my mouth, curling them against my tongue with a pointed look that he keeps until I hesitantly flick my tongue against them, tasting my own release there. “Clean them off,” he tells me, as I distantly realize the other showers have been shut off.

“Like I said, I’m not asking to be his best friend, or his wife,” Darcy is telling Liza, seconds before Kayde shoves me down to my knees on the hard tile. “I just want to fuck him.”

His fingers card through my wet hair, his other hand curling around his impressive length that, until now, I haven’t gotten a good look at. But it’s impossible now to look away from the curved shaft or the head that leaks pre-cum against his fingers as he roughly drags his fingers up and down.

“You think he’s that good just by looking at him?” Liza snorts, sounding closer to the door. “I think you overestimate him.”

When Kayde taps my cheek, I don’t need to ask to know what he wants. But I hesitate anyway, until his brows lift just enough to show me he isn’t joking, and his breath hitches into soft, open-mouthed pants.

Hesitantly, I open my mouth, cheeks burning as I stick out my tongue and close my eyes hard against the sight above me that makes my stomach twist and turn, while causing the adrenaline in my veins itch for me to do something.

“We’ll see.” Darcy gives a soft chuckle. “I doubt he’s mean or selfish. I doubt he’s into any weird shit.” A soft groan meets my ears, and I flinch when the first drops of his release land on my cheek. The next lands on my tongue, and I nearly choke as cum trickles from my tongue into my mouth.

“If you say so.” Liza’s voice echoes, and I hear the outside door open. “Good night, Summer. See you tomorrow.”

“Night,” Darcy adds, just as Kayde’s grip tightens in my hair, forcing my head further back.

It takes me a moment, but I make some sort of noise of assent that must be good enough, because the shower house door swings shut just in time for Kayde’s growl to meet my ears.

“Keep your mouth open,” he orders, voice soft still. I don’t need to open my eyes to know what’s coming this time, either, but I flinch when spit joins the mess of cum in my mouth, mixing with it and causing my stomach to twist in protest. “Good girl, Summer. You know what to do.”

But I don’t want to.

Not that he cares, clearly. Hesitantly I close my mouth, eyes opening again as I swallow the mess of cum and spit he’s so kindly given me. Only then does his grip loosen, but when I try to pull away, his brows raise expectantly, and he doesn’t let me go anywhere at all.

“Th—” The words don’t want to come out. I’m so vehemently opposed to them that they scorch my throat as I finally manage to hiss, “Thank you,” in a less than convincing voice.

“You’re more than welcome,” he assures me, dragging me back up to my feet. He surprises me, however, when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, my face pressed against his shoulder as he supports most of my weight on his chest and smooths a hand down my back.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” my ax murderer whispers against my hair, just over the sound of the water. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

Somehow, this is just as bad as everything else. My hands curl against his chest, eyes clenching shut again as I stand there against him, held up like a lover, and shudder with something that’s close enough to revulsion and fear that if it’s something else, I sure as hell can’t tell the difference.

“I hate you,” I whisper against his tanned, perfect skin, breathing in open-mouthed pants. “I hate you so much.”

“I know, Summer.” His hands shift down to my hips, just to wrap around me again and hold me close in his embrace like he really gives a damn. “But if you didn’t, then this wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.”