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“Costumes?” she asks.
“Of course. We don’t have one,” I remind her.
“You’re a bad influence on me, Tamsyn but fine. Let’s go.” I’m in such a good mood right now that when Drake, a friend of ours, approaches us, I lean in and kiss him on the cheek.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s a great fucking day, Drake!” I tell him as Angel tugs me along with her. Drake laughs and goes on about his business as we head for the car.
Angel climbs in as I glance around to make sure no one is watching us although I don’t know who would be. I see no signs of Ry anywhere, so I hop in and close the door, pulling my seatbelt across me. Angel starts the car and pulls out of her parking spot. She hits the gas as we go through the parking lot then suddenly slams the brakes on. I look up to see what the hell is going on, spotting Ry blocking the exit. My heart hammers in my chest rapidly I feel I’m going to be sick.
“What the fuck?” Angel mumbles but my eyes are locked with Ry’s. His stare is so dark and dangerous. “What is he doing?” she asks now. I start to open my mouth when he steps to the side and allows us to pass.
“Let’s just go,” I tell her softly. Angel pulls forward, but my eyes stay on Ry’s until we’re out of the parking lot.
“That was a little too intense for me,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“No shit. You should try sleeping in the same room as him.”
“He hasn’t tried anything?”
“No, but I wake up at night sometimes to find him just staring at me. It’s weird,” I tell her. She laughs as we keep driving.
“That’s a little insane. Rylan is a little insane,” she adds. She isn’t wrong. That man is intense.
We make our way to the store, and the two of us head inside. We browse the selections and I smirk when she holds up a sexy butterfly costume. This isn’t a regular Halloween shop. It’s more of a stripper store if you ask me. Not really my thing but Angel fits right in.
“I’m not wearing that. I was thinking more, Wednesday Adams.”
“Oh, hell no. You’re not being Wednesday fucking Adams for Halloween, Tamsyn. Absolutely not. We are in college, not middle school.”
“None of this appeals to me,” I whine as I dig through the racks.
“That’s because you’re a tomboy. Not this year. I let you get away with that shit last year. This year, we’re going to make Rylan jealous.”
“Why exactly do we want to do that?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“Why not? He has a thing for you, Tamsyn. We all see it.”
“I don’t think so. He just likes what he can’t have,” I argue.
“Well, we’re going to make him want you even more.” She holds up a few more costumes, and none of them look like anything I’d pick for myself. So I don’t. I leave it up to her. Which probably wasn’t my best idea ever.
We wander the store and I let her look until she finds some she wants to try on. I follow her to the back to the dressing rooms where she passes me a few. We both take a room, and when I’m about to close the door, something stops it. Not something. Someone. I look down to see a boot holding the door open, and my heart starts to skyrocket. Then, a tattooed hand wraps around the upper part of the door, and I blow out a breath. Rylan.
He moves around the door and steps inside, pulling it closed behind him.
“You can’t be in here.” He doesn’t talk, just looks at me. He spins me away from him and grabs something off the hanger. It’s the tie to the costume Angel picked out. I’m about to say something else when he shushes me. My jaw drops as he wraps the tie around my wrists and secures them to the hook on the wall. Then he spins me back to face him, yanking my shorts and panties down my legs. He lifts one of my legs and sets it on the stool before spreading the other one. He lifts his finger to his lips, telling me know to be quiet when he drops to his knees in front of me. I tug at the tie, but it’s no use. I can’t get free.
Rylan slides a finger inside me, and I almost moan loudly. My chest is heaving when he leans in and runs his tongue along my slit. He uses his fingers to spread me open, and then his tongue is there, dipping inside me. I gasp at the sensations he makes me feel. Fire ignites inside me as his tongue slides in and out.
“Are you changing over there?” Angel yells. At first, I don’t answer, but then Ry pinches my thigh hard, and I yelp.
“Y-yeah. I’m working on it,” I manage to say as he gets back to tongue fucking me. It feels so fucking good that my legs begin to shake. Rylan notices, too. Of course, he does; he notices everything he does to me.
He slides his tongue out of me and then plays with my clit. I buck my hips into his face, and a soft growl leaves his throat.
“Ride my face, Syn,” he demands, keeping his voice low. I rock my hips so his tongue stays on my clit. He slides two fingers inside me, and I do just as he asks. I ride his face. I ride it fast, making sure not to break contact for even a second. Noises start falling from my lips when Ry grabs something and shoves it in my mouth. “Keep going,” he tells me, and I do. I keep rocking against his face until I feel that warmth spreading through me. I bite down on whatever he put in my mouth just as I come. Ry grunts, his tongue pulling away from my clit to dip inside me again. His tongue dances and twirls, tugging at my insides.
