Chapter Three #2
Stepping into the camper, we start stripping off our soaked clothing, but none of us wants to get dressed again right now. It’s almost like I’m compelled as I drop down to my knees in front of Luke and grab his cock. He’s hard, and I can’t resist.
“Jesus,” he hisses when I take him as far into my mouth as I can and suck him.
I keep my hand wrapped around the base the best I can.
My fingers don’t quite reach around all of the way, showing just how fucking thick he is.
As I suck him, I move my head to fuck my own throat, gagging softly as I look up at him through my lashes.
After a moment, he moves his hands to hold the sides of my face as he rocks his hips. I hum with delight as he quickens, eventually finding a speed that is brutal. I hardly notice Brady until he is grabbing my hips and slamming his cock into me, making me scream around Luke’s cock.
“Fuck yes, baby. Scream for us,” Brady grunts as he fuck me hard and deep. I pull back for just a moment to communicate what I am needing.
“Pretend I don’t want it,” I pant.
Right away, they both force back into me, thrusting rapidly, making me scream and gag.
Brady pulls my arms back to grip onto as they brutalize me.
All the while, I am moaning and teetering on the edge of coming.
When I fall, it’s fucking bliss. I suck harder, and my body tightens, and I drag them down with me, and we all moan with a beautiful harmony.
“Damn, girl,” Luke pants as he pulls me up to stand. Brady helps clean me as I try to gather my bearings.
“Sorry,” I laugh breathlessly.
“No. Please, feel free to do that again later,” Brady laughs.
Once we get dressed, it’s nearly time for fireworks. We spent way more time at the waterfall than I thought we did, but that’s okay. I enjoyed it.
We leave the camper just as the sky starts to darken, the last bit of sunlight bleeding out behind the trees.
Brady grabs a blanket and tosses it over his shoulder while Luke locks up behind us, and I hover for half a second on the step, glancing back inside like something might change if I just stay.
It doesn’t. It never does. I step down anyway.
“Still good?” Luke asks quietly.
“Yeah,” I say, even though that tight feeling in my chest hasn’t gone anywhere. “I’m good.”
The walk down is short, but it feels longer. There are people scattered around now. Everyone is moving around to do the same thing we are doing. It’s loud compared to the woods, but in a normal way. Laughter, music, chatting. It should make me feel better. It almost does.
Brady leads us a little off from the main crowd, far enough that we’re not packed in with everyone, but close enough to still see everything clearly.
He drops the blanket and smooths it out, then flops down on his back like he owns the place.
Luke sits first, then pulls me down with him until I’m between them again, my shoulder brushing his, my leg pressed against Brady’s.
“Better?” Brady asks.
I nod, lying back and staring up at the sky. “Yeah. This is… nice.”
It is nice. The grass is cool beneath me, the air soft, the kind of night that feels easy if you let it.
The first firework goes off, loud enough to make me flinch, but then color bursts across the sky, bright and beautiful, and the sound blends into everything else.
More follow, one after another, lighting up the dark in flashes of red and gold and blue.
For a minute, I forget. Not everything. Not completely. But enough.
Luke’s fingers trace absent patterns along my arm, slow and grounding, while Brady shifts closer so our shoulders press together. No one is rushing me, no one is asking for anything. We’re just… here. Watching. Breathing. Living.
“This is better than the camper,” Brady mutters.
“Don’t say that,” I murmur, but there’s no bite to it.
Luke huffs out a quiet laugh. “She’s right. Camper’s got emotional support vibes right now.”
“Fair,” Brady says. That tells me that we all feel it. We are all waiting for something bad to happen. Another firework explodes overhead, brighter than the rest, and I smile without thinking. It feels strange on my face, but not wrong. Just unfamiliar.
I let my eyes drift from the sky, just for a second.
That’s when it hits. It's not a sound. Not a movement.
It's a feeling. My body goes still, and I can't shake it. It feels too familiar. I sit up slowly, my heart starting to pound before my brain catches up. My eyes scan the tree line behind the scattered groups of people, moving without thinking, searching for... There. About twenty feet away, leaning against a tree like he has nowhere else to be. Austin. He isn’t looking at the fireworks. He’s looking at us.
At me. My stomach drops so hard it feels like I might be sick.
My pulse roars in my ears, drowning out everything else, even the explosions overhead.
Anxiety bubbles up, and for a second... I can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
Can’t move.
He doesn’t wave.
Doesn’t shout.
He just watches.
Smiles.
He fucking smiles.
He’s been here the whole time.
Like he knew exactly where I’d be.
Like he followed me.
Us.
He saw everything.
Knows… Everything.
“Don’t react,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Luke goes still beside me. Brady shifts slightly, not obviously, but enough that I know he heard me.
“What?” Luke murmurs under his breath.
“Behind us. Tree line,” I say, keeping my eyes forward now, forcing myself not to look again. “It’s him.”
There’s a pause. A single, heavy second.
“Fuck," Brady mutters.
“Don’t turn around,” I add quickly. “He’s watching us.”
Another firework goes off, making me flinch this time, lighting everything up for a split second, and I see it again out of the corner of my eye—his face, that calm, sick look like this is exactly how he wanted it to play out.
“He’s too close,” Luke says quietly.
“I know.”
“We go back to the camper?” Brady asks.
“No,” I say immediately, panic spiking. “No, we can’t. He’ll follow us there. He knows where it is.”
“Truck?” Luke asks.
I nod once. “Truck.”
There’s another pause, shorter this time.
“Okay,” Brady says. “We get up normally. No rushing.”
“Okay,” I whisper, even though everything in me is screaming to run.
“On three,” Luke murmurs. “One… two…”
We stand. My legs feel shaky, but I force them to move like nothing is wrong. Like we’re just another group heading out early. My hands are clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, trying to keep myself grounded.
I don’t look back. I don’t need to. I can feel him. We make it maybe five steps before I hear footsteps behind us. Not fast. Not slow. “Don’t run,” Brady mutters.
“I’m trying,” I whisper. The crowd is still around us, people laughing, pointing at the sky, completely unaware of what’s happening just a few feet away. If he has a gun… if he does something here… He will hurt someone.
“We’re not stopping,” Luke says under his breath.
We don’t. We keep walking, cutting around the edge of the crowd, heading straight for the truck.
The distance feels longer now, every step dragging, every second stretching too thin.
The footsteps behind us don’t fade. They get closer.
Somehow, they are the loudest sound out here.
Maybe it’s all in my head. It’s like I am creating the sounds because that’s what I expect.
“Keys,” Brady says.
“I’ve got them,” Luke replies, already digging them out.
We reach the truck, and the doors open. I climb in, hands shaking so badly I can barely grab the handle.
Brady slides in beside me while Luke circles to the driver’s side, unlocking it just as he yanks the door open.
I risk one look, and Austin is still there.
He swings his leg over a bike. It looks like a dual-purpose bike, meaning he can follow us off-road, too.
“Go,” I say, my voice breaking.
Luke doesn’t hesitate. The engine roars to life, tires spitting gravel as he throws it into gear and floors it out of the lot. We leave behind everything, the camper, our belongings, our phones…
I turn in my seat, watching through the back window as the distance grows. Austin doesn’t chase, but the bike is running. We know this isn't over, and so does he.
Like he always told me, I will never escape him.