Chapter 24 Prey #2
"Of course you don't. I don't really care. In fact, maybe I'll do my entire head next time."
"Why? Don't you get enough male attention as it is? You really need more people looking at you?"
"You're insane," I tell him as we pull into the garage. "I don't do it so men will look at me, Elias. Go to therapy."
"Never."
"Settle down, kids," Dax says, parking the car. "Next time, I'll pull this car over, and you'll hug it out."
I roll my eyes. "No, we won't."
He gets out and pulls the seat forward, but I exit the car on Dax's side instead, and he scoffs, shaking his head.
I walk around the back of the vehicle toward the door, but as the garage door lowers, I spot a white van parked on the other side of the street, still running.
The man inside looks at me through a black and white skull mask before driving away.
Goose bumps run down my spine. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
"Did either of you see that?"
"See what?" Dax asks.
"The van…there was a guy in it, wearing a mask. I think it was him."
"Here we fucking go. There's no guy," Elias says before stepping inside.
"Yes, there was!"
"We'll check the camera," Dax says. "Come inside."
But it's dark. When we check the camera, there isn't much to see. Just a white van and a figure in dark clothing, driving away. You can't tell if it's a mask in the video or if he just has a hood pulled up over his head.
But I know what I saw.
"Do you believe me?" I ask Dax.
"Yeah, of course, I believe you. Why wouldn't I?"
I look at Elias, who shakes his head and walks off. "He doesn't."
"You know, Saige…" Elias starts.
"Oh, this is going to be good," I say wryly.
"Maybe it's time for us to just tie you up, leave you out in the front yard all night with a big red bow on your head, and see what happens."
"Cool. If I'm not kidnapped, I'll freeze to death. Win-win for you."
"Don't you have a big coat? You can borrow my big coat. I'll even build you a little fire on the lawn."
"Okay, I don't think we need to get further into the details here," Dax says. "We're not tying Saige up and leaving her on the front lawn."
"Whatever. I'm fucking tired of this." I snatch my bag from the couch and head toward my bedroom.
"See what happens when you baby her, Dax? You've turned her into a fucking crybaby. Can't even take a joke now, Saige?"
I can take a joke just fine, but he's not joking, and I'm not going to fight with him anymore. I haven't—or I've done my best not to, and he certainly doesn't make it easy—since he told me it makes his dick hard.
I close the door behind me, lie back on my bed, and scroll my phone for a few minutes before the door opens and Dax steps into the room.
"Did I turn you into a crybaby, baby?" He takes the phone from my hands and sets it on the nightstand before lying on top of me.
"No. I just find him exhausting." I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine, kissing his lips.
"Well, he's been a crybaby, too," Dax says, unbuttoning my jeans and working them down my legs, along with my underwear.
He kisses the inside of my thigh before slipping his fingers inside my pussy.
"He thinks we've been spending too much time together, so I told him I'd watch the game with him tonight.
You can watch it with us, too. We ordered Indian food. "
I sigh, so distracted by his fingers that I can barely think. "Um…fuck, that feels good…" He laughs before I continue, "No, I don't want to hang out with Elias, and I'm not hungry."
"Yeah, you've been doing that enough lately, haven't you?"
"Shut up…but yes."
He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before pulling out his dick, wrapping his fist around the base and guiding it toward my entrance.
I gasp when I feel the head against my slit, and practically melt into the mattress when he fills me, waves of pleasure traveling up my spine and down to my fingertips.
Who would have thought that being so thoroughly fucked and sexually satiated would only make me more horny?
That's probably why I can't stop myself from looking at Elias—Dax and Nolan have literally fucked my brains out.
That's why I liked it when he wrapped his hand around my throat and kissed me. All that's left is horny mush.
I let my hips fall open and wrap a leg around his waist. "Oh, god," I whisper, trying to keep quiet since Elias is just on the other side of the wall. "I've wanted this all day."
"Well, I wouldn't just leave my little doll in here unfucked," he whispers back, kissing me while slowly but firmly rolling his hips into me. "That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?"
"No…" I moan, so close already. "Oh, my god…you're so big. It feels so fucking good."
"Go ahead and come all over me, baby. You deserve it."
"Dax…"
Before I come, he covers my mouth with his hand, leaning in and whispering in my ear while he fucks me through my orgasm. "Those sweet little noises you make when you come are all mine, Saige. Not his. Remember what I told you about if he heard you? There's no lock on this door."
Yeah, I do. He said he'd come in with his dick in his hand and fuck me next. I nod, my cries muffled against his palm, and my eyes roll back in my head, my pussy throbbing around his long, hard cock.
But it has nothing to do with what he just said.
I whimper against his hand until my legs stop shaking.
"Fuck, I'm going to come." Dax slides his hands under my ass, gripping my cheeks hard while he buries himself deep inside me. He groans against my neck, and I feel his dick twitch inside me while he comes.
He brushes my hair away from my face, both of us catching our breath. "You feel good?"
"I feel really good."
"All right. I have to go back out there. Do you want me to bring you anything? I can make you a drink or something so that you don't have to go out there and deal with big brother."
"Ew. And no. But will you come back and sleep with me?"
"Definitely." He sighs, kisses me again, and then climbs out of bed, adjusting his pants. "You're so fucking perfect, Saige."
I'm so fucking in love with you, I think.
"See you, baby."
"Bye, Dax."
I wait a few minutes, recovering, before changing into sweats and a tank top, and then going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
When I lie back down, I do something I haven't done in a while—I pull out what's become my emotional support journal and actually start writing down some of the words I've had stuck in my head for the last week.
Nolan calls me on FaceTime after Avery goes to bed, and we talk until I fall asleep.
I must not have woken up when Dax got into bed with me, but I do now. I open my eyes and find Elias kneeling beside my bed, and before I can say anything, he brings a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Let's go," he whispers. "Don't wake him up."
Unlike Nolan, Dax is a heavy fucking sleeper. I'd have to do something pretty overt to wake him once he's out like this. Still, I elbow him a little when I climb out from under him while Elias waits by the door with his arms folded in front of him.
I don't think it worked.
I pull a hoodie over my tank top, grab some socks and slip into my boots, and then follow him out to the car. "It's even later than usual," I say, noting the time on the dash—just after three in the morning.
"Had to sober up."
"Well…thanks for that, I guess."
The car ride and the walk inside are quiet, and just as has typically been the case, there's no one else on the ice.
"We should go home and get your skates," Elias says. "Then you won't have to wear the shitty rentals anymore."
They are shitty. They hurt after a while—especially if I don't get them adjusted just right. I've complained about it more than once. "We should go home?"
"I mean just you. You should go home and get your skates."
"So, you're saying this is a long-term arrangement, then?"
"I'm having fun, aren't you?"
A little, once I wake up, but I'm not going to tell him that. "I miss sleeping, but it's better than doing your laundry and homework, I guess."
And he's been almost pleasant at times. But after what happened the night he dragged me out of that party, I'm pretty sure I know what that's about.
This time, I'm actually the first one out on the ice. I skate the parameter, trying to wake myself up. The cold helps. I'm so in my head, I don't even notice Elias behind me until he tugs on my ponytail.
I brake to keep from falling and end up with the front of his body pressed against my back. He leans in, his voice rumbling in my ear while I hold my breath. "You forgot your helmet."
"Elias…let go of me."
"Why? I think you like it." He pulls a little harder.
"No, I don't."
"Fine."
He lets go, and I turn, taking the helmet from his hands. Before I put it on, he removes his own and stops me.
"Saige, you're wrong about me," he says.
"What do you mean?"
"You said I don't care about anything, but I do. You said I have everything I wanted, but I have nothing I wanted. I wanted to help my mom, I wanted hockey, and I really, really want you."
I shake my head. "You don't want me, Elias. You're just not used to being told no."
"That's not true. I want you more than anything.
You're all I've thought about for two years…
" He leans in and I move away, but I don't get far before my back presses up against the wall.
"I know you want me, too." He closes the space between us again, boxing me in with his hands on either side of the glass behind me, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel his words against my lips.
"I see the way you look at me; I know how it feels when a woman wants me. "
Elias is handsome—that's just an objective fact. He's tall, muscular, with a chiseled, stubble-covered jaw, pretty green eyes framed with thick, dark eyebrows and lashes. He's like a statue, but I know he's also just about as dead inside as one.
And I know what I am to him. Prey.