Love Me (WITSEC #3)(61)

As if on the same wavelength, they thrust into me deeper and harder at the same time. Knox only did it a handful of times before returning to being gentle and letting me do what I wanted to him. Keelan kept up the amazing pace that was sure to make me come again. For that moment, though, when they’d both been having their way with me, using me in a way that may have been degrading, I’d found it to be the hottest thing. Maybe it was the lack of control for all three of us and just chasing our delirious needs. I hadn’t been surprised that Knox hadn’t been able to let go for long. He was too controlled of a person to let that happen.

As Keelan worked to get us both off, I worked on Knox. I sucked hard and grazed my teeth along his shaft, knowing he liked it rough.

“That’s it,” he said as his hand on the back of my head urged me to bob faster.

I did as guided, even though my focus was split by the growing pressure between my legs.

Knox cursed and jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I worked quickly to swallow it all because I was coming. Failing, I released him from my mouth and cried out as I shattered to pieces. Keelan’s thrusts turned jerky, and I felt him begin to fill me with his release.

The only thing I could hear for a moment was my pounding heart and ragged breathing. Then, slowly, I began to hear muffled music from the party.

With his thumb, Knox wiped the corner of my mouth, and as he did, the music from the party became unmuffled and Colt’s voice filled the room. “Have you guys seen Shi—”

Colt had one foot in the room and stared at us like a deer caught in headlights. When he recovered, he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Never mind,” he said and went to leave. Before closing the door completely behind him, he reached around and grabbed the doorknob. “I’m just going to lock this.” After twisting the lock, he shut the door.

I looked up at Knox and Knox looked from me to Keelan. A heartbeat passed and the three of us laughed.





18





As I was coming down the hall, Isabelle was ducking under the caution tape. When she noticed me, she opened her mouth to say something and paused. Her eyes bounced all over me, grinning. “Looks like you snuck off to a private party,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Is it that obvious?” I thought I had done a good job at fixing my hair and makeup.

“You have that just been thoroughly fucked glow.”

Well, there wasn’t much I could do to hide that, not that I would want to.

Isabelle snorted. “I’m going to need details when I get back.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I was going to make us some drinks, but we’re out of ice. I was going to check to see if there was some more in the garage.”

“I’m pretty sure there is. I’ll go get it,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

I backed up and turned the knob on the garage door. “Yeah. I could use another minute to cool down.”

Isabelle giggled. “Details, Shi. I’m going to need the details.”

Smiling, I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah. Be right back,” I said, walking into the dark garage.

Feeling around on the wall, I found the light switch and flicked it. The garage lit up, revealing Keelan’s Jeep and Colt’s Charger. There were steps that led down, five to be exact. Keeping my hand on the rail, I made my way down, my heels clacking on the cement steps. As I walked across the garage to where the fridge and reach-in freezer were, I took in what the guys had stored in here. Hanging from the roof was a green canoe. They had fishing poles, flashlights, and some tools hanging from hooks on the wall above the freezer. What looked like camping gear was organized neatly in the corner by the steps.

Opening the freezer, I pulled out two bags of ice. As I shoved the freezer door closed, the lights went out. Startled, I dropped the ice and backed into the freezer. “Hello?” I said into the darkness.

I heard something that sounded like a shoe scuffing the floor. My heart tried to lurch into my throat. I wasn’t alone.

Remembering there were flashlights hanging on the wall above the freezer, I turned and reached for the wall. Blindly, I felt around. My palms touched cool metal tools and wiry fishing lines before I felt the metal body of a flashlight. I ripped it off the wall and clicked it on. I pointed the light at the steps and my stomach hollowed out. Someone wearing a Jason ski mask was standing on the steps, staring right at me.

“Wasn’t it Ghostface who killed the girl in the garage?” I didn’t know why I’d asked that, but it did help keep my panic at bay as I tried to think.

I heard scuffing again. This time to my left. I whipped the flashlight in that direction and in between Colt and Keelan’s cars stood someone wearing a Ghostface mask. “There he is.”

The sound of boots coming down the steps urged me to shine my flashlight in that direction again. Sure enough, Jason was off the steps and heading my way. Shoes slapping the ground drew me to shine the light at Ghostface just in time to see their fist coming for my face. I ducked and shot my own fist out, hitting them in the center of their rubber mask.

They let out a masculine grunt. When I went to hit them again, something hard slammed into the back of my head.

I hadn’t known I had fallen to the ground until I forced my eyes open. When had I closed them? The flashlight I had been holding was on the ground, too, far away and shining on me.