“Sexy time? Who says shit like that? And I’m not even into him. He’s a stalker who even admitted he was! Yes he’s absolutely gorgeous, but let’s face reality for a moment, Addy. Men like him don’t date girls like me. They bag and tag em’, and you know it. I’m not into the whole catch and release thing.”
“You like him, he likes you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but the selection of men these days is between scarce and scary. You have the ugly, the uglier, the creepy, and the creepiest. You found one who according to the ladies, is panty-dripping-jump-on-my-cock-hot. Jump on it sister, or I will. Shit, Jillian and Bonnie left an hour ago to find him and try and see if he’ll play stuff the muffin with them, so start running. If those sluts get to him first, I’m going to be pissed. Only reason I’m not all on it is because of you. You deserve a good go ‘round in the grass,” she said as she wagged her finger at me.
“Did you say Jillian and Bonnie left?”
“That’s all you got out of that?”
“Addy! Did they at least take their masks?” I asked, but I had already turned to find their masks still hanging from the wall. “Shit!” I zipped up my hoodie, dropped my mask over my face, grabbed my bag, and swung it onto my back as I headed for the doors. “How long ago did they leave? And why wasn’t I told before now?”
“They’ve been gone for only an hour, which isn’t exactly a long time on foot,” she shrugged.
I punched in the code to the door and growled as I slammed it shut. I took off on the Ducati, once again thanking the powers that be for my dad choosing this bike for me. The bike was fast, but had only a little vibration and wasn’t noisy. It was sort of the perfect bike for everything I did these days. I made it to the edge of town in time to hear screaming. My heart sank into my stomach, and together they sank to my knees.
The scream came again, only this time it was muffled and sounded more like a laugh. I parked the bike and pulled up the AR-15, holding it at the ready as I approached. The giggles, shrieks, and male voices sounded like they were coming from a row of homes that dotted the edge of town. I turned the corner of the block and found Jillian and Bonnie flirting with Jaeden’s men, and considered pulling the trigger.
I started forward, but the moment my foot moved, Jaeden came out from behind one of the dark SUVs, holding a bottle of water which he handed off to Bonnie, who twirled her hair around her finger. Oh no she did not just use her I’m-a-bimbo move on him.
“So why she’s so hard?” he asked.
“Her father was insane, and her mother died when she was young. You remember that right, Jill? I mean the entire town called him crazy. Emma just takes after him. She’s cuckoo; I mean, who spends their summers prepping instead of at the beach, right?”
“She’s driving us all bonkers at the shelter, and if she’d just get laid already—”
“She’d what, Jillian? Even if she got laid she’d still be insufferable. She expects us all to work our asses off. We clean, and hunt, and worst of all, she makes us burn the dead like her crazy ass father did.”
“Why does she hide behind the mask? You ladies didn’t wear it today,” Jaeden continued as he leaned his tall frame against the SUV beside Bonnie who twirled her hair a little faster with his close proximity.
“She’s a freak. She and her dad thought that by hiding that we’re women, we’ll survive longer. I think she just wants the rest of us to be hidden so she can actually get a man,” Jillian snickered and Bonnie laughed with her.
I slid the gun around to my back, and stepped forward, pissed that their entire talk was about me. I knew the moment Jaeden sensed me coming, because he smiled and nodded his head subtly. Neither of the ungrateful bitches noticed me coming.
“I mean if you really want someone more…enjoyable, we are available,” Bonnie said.
“We do everything together,” Jillian said.
“Oh, I’d agree on that considering both of you witches got Chlamydia together. Jarrod Patton, right? Jocks; you two just couldn’t get enough of them!” I chimed in with a sickeningly sweet tone. “Also, if you’d been paying attention in class, we wear the masks to gain the element of surprise, but it’s also to prevent you from being raped. I’m not crazy, and neither was my father considering if he hadn’t prepped, you ungrateful bitches would be dead. You have ten seconds to start back towards the shelter, or stay the fuck out of it. Your choice,” I snapped. “And you,” I growled at Jaeden. “If you want to know something about me, ask me. Otherwise, fuck off.”
I turned and started moving, but his viselike grip fingers caught my arm and tightened around them. “Emma, stop.”
“Go to hell!” I snarled. I wasn’t sure why I was so pissed, only that he shouldn’t have been asking them about me, or anything else.
“Only if you’re coming with me,” he growled. He was pulling me to one of the empty houses, and I knew I should fight harder, but I didn’t feel endangered, yet. He pulled me behind him up the cement stairs, and once we were inside, he closed the door and pressed me against it. “Jealousy suits you.”
“You think I’m jealous?” I wasn’t. Okay, if I was to be honest, maybe I was…but I wasn’t ready to be honest, not about that anyway.
“Tell you what, how about we flip a coin? Heads I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine,” he quipped.
“As if,” I said and watched as he leaned his chest against mine.
“I knew you were there; your motorcycle isn’t exactly silent,” his hands lifted the mask and removed it. He tossed it across the room to a dusty couch. Next he unzipped the hoodie and bulletproof vest, and for some reason, I didn’t stop him. “That’s better,” he whispered. His turquoise eyes scanned mine, and he smiled. “I wish you could have seen the look in your eyes as they spoke of you. They thought harshly of you, Emma, why?”
“We weren’t exactly friends in school,” I admitted.
“No,” he said thoughtfully. “You would be above them. Your kind doesn’t hang with the trashy girls.”
I smiled as I looked up at him. “Above them? They’re the ones boys went after, and me? I was the one they avoided.”
“Because they were nothing but little boys, my little Valkyrie; idiots go after the easy fucks. Men go after the ones who are worth the chase. Like you. Even before I saw this enchanting face, I knew you were a diamond among a pile of rocks. You have something they will never have.”
“And what would that be?” I asked feeling unsure of myself.
“Balls,” he said. It was the last thing I’d expected from him to say. “Now that I have you alone and at my mercy…I plan to make you tremble…are you ready?” he smirked.
“I don’t think so,” I said, but he pulled my body against his.
“Oh I do, because I know you want it. I can smell the sweetness of your readiness. You were jealous, and I know what it is you want. I know what your body craves.”
“Does this shit work on actual girls, or do you just practice it in the mirror and then try it on unwilling participants?” I smarted off because I was nervous. My legs had already become weighed down with lead, while moisture built in my panties.
“You tell me,” he said as he cupped my chin. “I’m going to tell you what I want to do to you, and you tell me if it works when I am done with you.”
“I don’t—” his hand slid to my breasts, and cupped the heaviness of them.
“Fucking perfect size,” he said as his other hand slid down to my stomach where he trailed his fingers over the top I wore. He pushed my body between his and the hard wall. “I promise to stop, but only when you ask me to. Otherwise, you tell me when you get wet and I’ll see if it’s wet enough.”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I fought just to remember I needed to breathe.
“I’m going to touch you—a lot. I’m going to tell you exactly what I want to do to you,” he said as one hand lifted my face to his until our eyes locked. “I’m going to start.”
He untucked the shirt I wore, and the feel of his fingers against my flesh made me quiver for more. “Would you shiver when my fingers tangle in your hair? Like this?” His voice was low and captivating as his hands pulled at my hair, and as if on cue, I shivered. “Would you shut your eyes if I pulled you against me? Like this,” his hands reeled me in even closer, and his breath fanned my ear. My eyes closed, as if by his will alone. “Would you moan for me, when I bite your bottom lip like this?” His teeth grazed my lip and he bit gently. Sure enough, I moaned even as I tried not to. “Would you try to stop me if I reached down and pulled your panties down to your knees? Would you resist me when my hands parted your trembling legs? Would you moan as my fingers found your waiting wetness? Would you sigh for me as I wrapped your legs around me? Would you bite my lip back, when I finally pushed my hard cock inside of you? Would you, sweet Emma? Would you come for me if I asked you to?”