Chapter 13 #2
Her eyes darted to the side as she fidgeted with the edge of the towel. “Yes.”
Cupping her cheek, I forced her to look at me. “I don’t believe you.”
She ran her tongue over her teeth, shrugging out of my hold. “Doesn’t matter, because I’m fine. And there’s nothing to talk about.” She stepped away from me, gesturing to the path toward the bathroom. “Can we go?”
Shaking my head, I started to walk.
If she doesn’t want to talk, fine.
“Connor!” She sped up to match my pace. Tightening the towel at her chest, she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. “I’m sorry. Today has been a lot, and my emotions are all over the place.”
Hope flickered in my chest. Maybe the day wasn’t ruined. “It’s okay.”
She shook her head and closed the distance between us. “It’s really not. I’m spiraling and took it out on you. I’m embarrassed that I lost it over a spilled drink.” She diverted her gaze and took a fortifying breath. “I don’t do well when I get overwhelmed.”
“You think?” Fucking with her was probably the wrong move, but she was uncomfortable, and I wanted to lighten the mood.
Her head snapped up. “Are you serious right now?” Her eyes widened, and she balled her hands.
“Yeah, but I get it.”
“Oh, you do?” Her neck curved back, and her fists landed on her hips.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “I mean, first someone tries to steal your man and then they spill a drink on you? It’s a regular Real Housewives situation.”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed, but the corners of her lips twitched. “My man?”
“Yeah, your man.”
“Hm.” She dropped her arms and glared.
“So, now that we’ve established you’re done punishing me, what do you want to do?”
The imp grinned up at me and said, “Three.”
“Huh?”
She dropped the towel. “Two.”
My eyes fell to where she ran her fingertips over her wet cleavage.
“One,” she shouted and then took off.
For a moment, I watched her body move as she tore down the path. Every bit of her soft frame bounced and jiggled as she ran away from me.
Holy hell.
“Here I come,” I called out, taking off after her. She shrieked, making a right down a hiking path.
The moon peeked through the trees, providing pockets of light to help guide our little chase. I kept my breathing shallow so I could listen for her footsteps, my head jerking with every snapping twig. My heart raced, not from exertion, but from excitement.
I ran into a dead end and stopped.
Now, where did she go?
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of pale skin between two tree trunks. Stepping as lightly as possible, I inched toward Sarah’s hiding spot. I got a foot away before she peeked around the tree, her eyes going wide when she saw me. I lunged, not giving her a chance to escape.
As I wrapped my arms around her soft middle, Sarah squealed, breaking into body-shaking laughter.
Drawing her to my chest, I kissed the back of her neck. “Gotcha.”
“You did,” she panted out.
I kissed her racing pulse, smiling against her skin when she arched into me, pressing her luscious ass against my semi-hard cock. Nipping her shoulder, I fought the urge to sink my teeth into her.
We’re not there yet.
Despite her playful attitude, I didn’t think she’d appreciate being mauled on our first real hangout. That was more of a first-date thing—I hoped.
Sarah turned in my hold. A sliver of moonlight sliced across her face, catching the sparkle in her eye. Resting her hands on my shoulders, she playfully grinned up at me. “Hi,” she said, running her nails over the back of my neck.
Adrenaline pumped through me from the chase as I looked down at her pretty face, my fingers biting into her plush hips.
Pulling her closer, her sticky tits brushed against my bare chest with every breath.
The smell of Meg’s drink overpowered Sarah’s usual floral scent, but didn’t diminish her appeal.
I was starting to think nothing could make this girl less attractive.
I walked her back a step and pinned her to a tree. “Hey.”
“Do you chase girls through the woods here often?” She fluttered her eyelashes, gently tugging my earlobe.
I ran a hand down her arm, relishing the feel of her warm skin. “Only when they’re half naked and look like you.”
She let out a husky laugh, tilting her hips and straddling one of my thighs. “Now that you’ve caught me, what are you going to do?”
My gaze dropped to her lips, and all rational thought fled from my head.
I leaned down, claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss, swallowing her moans as I caressed her tongue with mine.
Sliding my hand up her side, I cupped what I could of her large breast, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of her insane body.
I ran my thumb over her nipple, teasing it until it tightened against the lightly padded swimsuit.
Sarah enthusiastically responded to every caress, every touch, using the small space she had to move against me. I rocked into her belly, growing more and more addicted to the give of her soft frame.
What will it be like to sink into her?
Breaking away, I trailed kisses down her neck, sucking where it met her shoulder. Her skin was salty from a long day spent in the hot sun, the perfect balance to the sweetness still lingering on my tongue from the s’mores.
Sarah arched into me, rubbing her pussy along my thigh, groaning when I tilted my leg to give her clit a better angle. The back and forth of her hips made my swim trunks ride up until the only thing between her heat and my skin was her swimsuit bottoms.
“Connor,” she gasped when I sucked her covered nipple into my mouth.
“Yeah, pretty girl.” I pulled the cup down and gently took her nipple between my teeth. Tugging, I relished the whimpers that fell from her swollen lips. Being able to draw such raw noises from such a perfect princess stroked my ego in a way I’d never experienced. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“Shut up,” she said with a laugh, her head falling back into the tree with a soft thud.
“I’m serious.” I hooked my thumb in the band of her bottoms and inched them down, keeping eye contact with Sarah.
She smiled softly, giving me a little nod.
Making room, I rolled the band under her stomach and slipped my hand between her legs.
“Oh,” Sarah gasped, biting her lip as she looked at me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, sliding my fingers through her wetness. Rubbing her clit, I licked my lips, desperate to taste her.
Sarah moaned, breathing heavily as she grinded against my hand.
The scent of her arousal made my mouth water, and I couldn’t hold back.
Abruptly, I pulled my hand from her pussy, bringing my fingers to my mouth.
Her tangy flavor exploded on my tongue, better than I could have ever imagined.
I sucked each digit clean, then dropped to my knees.
“What are you doing?” She blinked down at me, disheveled and absolutely perfect.
I smiled, gently grabbing her calf. “Making you come with my mouth. Is that okay?”
Her swollen lips spread into a grin, and she lifted her leg, resting it on my shoulder.
Kissing the inside of Sarah’s thigh, I drew her bottoms to the side and wasted no time spreading her and running my tongue up her slit.
She grabbed my hair, practically shoving my face in her pussy, which was just fine with me.
“Connor, I—”
A high-pitched scream filled the air, and Sarah jumped, falling to the side, taking me with her. We hit the ground hard in a mess of tangled limbs.
There was another scream, and I rolled, bringing her off the ground and on top of me.
“What was that?” Sarah whispered, craning her neck to look around. Her pillowy tits squished into my chest, and I, despite something sharp digging into my back, could’ve laid there all night.
I tightened my hold on her waist and gave her a little shake. “Someone’s just messing around.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She looked down at me and smiled. “Well, that killed the mood.”
“The rocks and sticks in my back aren’t helping things either.” Palming her ass, I gave it a quick squeeze. “Mind helping me up?”
Sarah giggled and awkwardly stood, holding out a hand. Hoisting me up with a little grunt, she kept hold of me. “We should head back.”
I gave her a quick once-over and bit my lip. “Let me—” I said, adjusting her bikini top.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, pulling up her bottoms. “I was about to give everyone a show. I might be a little drunker than I realized.”
“Why don’t we get our stuff and head out?”
Her smile dimmed, and she took a step back. “Sure. That sounds fine.”
Shaking my head, I caught her hand. “I’m done sharing you tonight.”
Sarah bit her lip, her posture softening as she nodded. “Okay. Let’s make this fast.”
We found our way back to the fire pit and quickly gathered our things. Kat and Mona pulled Sarah aside for a quick chat while I said my goodbyes, then we made the short walk to the car.
“I could carry something.” Sarah dipped her chin at her cooler and beach bag in my hands.
“You could, but I’m here.” I lifted them up with a wink.
She rolled her eyes, her lips twitching as she fought back a smile. Twisting her hair on top of her head, she asked, “So where do you want to go?”
I popped the trunk and put Sarah’s cooler and bag inside. “You’ll see.” Opening her door, I waited until she was settled, then ran to the driver’s side. I only had a few minutes to come up with the perfect way to end the night.
Her place?
No. Too presumptuous.
Train bridge?
Nah, Sarah doesn’t have a change of clothes.
My place?
Boring, but it does have snacks.
Where the fuck do you take your dream girl that’s both casual and special?
I put on my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition.
“We could go to your place,” Sarah said, staring at her hands. “I mean, I’d have to borrow some clothes, but—”
“If you’re sure.”
She turned to me with a shy smile and nodded. “I am.”
“Great.” I tore my eyes away, afraid I would finish what we started in the woods. She deserved better than our first time being in the Lincoln.
Flicking on the headlights, it took a moment for my brain to make sense of what I was seeing.
A guy in jeans and a black hoodie stood with his back to us. Strung up on a tree in front of him was a woman. My stomach dropped when I recognized her.
Hailey.
He raised his gloved hand in the air, and there was a flash of a large blade before his arm swung down across her stomach. Hailey screamed, clawing at the rope around her neck as if getting loose would save her.
“Oh my God, Hailey!” Sarah screamed, her hands covering her mouth.
Hailey’s organs spilled from the gaping wound, splashing on the ground at the man in black’s feet. Never looking back, he stepped through the gory mess, calmly walking into the forest.
“We have to help her,” Sarah said, throwing her car door open.
“Wait,” I yelled, struggling to unbuckle my seatbelt. “Perfect time to get jammed,” I grumbled, then practically dove out of the car after her.
A few feet away from Hailey’s lifeless body, Sarah bent over and violently vomited.
The sound of her retching and the horrid smell of innards, blood, and puke triggered my gag reflex, but I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.
Swallowing down the two s’mores I’d eaten, I gathered Sarah’s hair in one hand and rubbed her back.
Her heaving slowed until she was just spitting.
“Uh,” she groaned, turning away from the pile of Hailey’s intestines. “We need to call the cops.”
Sarah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then took her phone out. Sniffing, she dialed and brought it to her ear.
She looked at me with watery eyes, her whole body shaking. I wrapped my arm around her and shouted down to the people still partying by the lake.
Leaning against me, Sarah said into her phone, “We have an emergency out at Thousand Hills.” She swallowed heavily, shifting on her feet. “Someone’s been murdered.”