Or at least make it hard for them. I turn the corner and slip into a room, careful to close the door without making a sound. My heart pounds as my mind races. The lights are off in this room and I squint to try to make out the shadows of furniture.
It’s definitely a bedroom. But the thought of crawling under the bed is terrifying. So is hiding in the closet. Fuck, I watch too many horror movies and zombie shows.
I head over to the curtains that drape down to the floor and slip behind them. The outside has a soft glow from the moonlight. My breathing is loud in the quiet so I work to slow it down.
Given the rules, I’m confident this will be the only time I can truly hide. Sure, I’ll have a two-minute head start from whoever fucks me. Tingles chase through me. But not from the others,who might be able to figure out my location depending on how loud we are when they fuck me.
Squeezing my thighs against the ache lingering there, I can’t seem to calm down. The house squeaks and I jump a little.
I’m going to be a nervous wreck when the guys start hunting. I don’t even know how long it’s been. It could have been a minute or five. It feels almost like that first lunch, waiting in the art room for them to find me.
Except I’m essentially naked, running around Caden’s house. The babydoll negligee is nice but super sheer. If we weren’t at Caden’s with virtually no neighbors to peer into the windows, I’d feel exposed standing here.
Swallowing, I look out the window. Maybe I shouldn’t be standinghere. I don’t know who might be watching or worse, taking pictures. We already know people are watching us. Fuck, wouldn’t that be awful to have an actual picture of me naked on the internet?
I move to one edge of the window and look out over the manicured lawns and garden. It’s hard to imagine this as Caden’s life. This almost-estate of a house and all the land around it. I know it is, but he doesn’t act like a rich prick. Entitled, yes, but not because he’s rich.
Something moves. I don’t know where. Holding my breath, I don’t hear anything following it. A click sounds somewhere nearby. Are the guys still counting? How long has it been? How do I know when it ends if no one finds me?
I could call out my safe word and they’ll come find me. But I also really want to play this game since someone first mentioned it.
Their running will make noise, right? They aren’t that light on their feet. I should be able to tell when they’re close.
A chuckle from outside the room makes me tense. I shouldn’t have had those shots. My brain is fuzzy and the room tipsslightly. I’m basically hiding behind a curtain like a wannabe serial killer or someone who doesn’t know how to hide properly. I’m lucky if my toes aren’t showing.
Yeah, they probably are. I pull my feet back until my heels touch the wall. Maybe I should move. Maybe this is the perfect place to hide and they can’t find me.
The fabric moves against me and I stifle a cry, covering my mouth with my hand. My heart skitters. But nothing happens. No one grabs me and the curtain doesn’t move again. Maybe the air conditioning came on.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Heat and arms wrap around me. I let out a little shriek into my hand before another hand covers mine. I try to twist away, but he draws me close into his body. His bare chest presses against my back as his jean-clad hips press into my bottom.
My insides soften in anticipation. But my flight response is triggered and I struggle in his arms.
He presses me chest first against the wall next to the window. “Shh, princess.”
I whimper into Luke’s hand. Arousal takes hold of me as his sensual cologne floods my senses.
“We don’t want anyone else to find you until I’ve had my fill.” He slides his hand between my legs and thrusts his fingers into my pussy. I let out a muffled moan.
“You’re soaking wet. Does the thought of us capturing you and taking you turn you on? Maybe you were hoping all of us would find you at the same time and just keep fucking you one after another.”
I spread my legs for him as his fingers pump into me, taking me higher and higher. My chest is flattened on the wall and his heat surrounds me. I melt into his warmth.
“Should I fuck your pussy or your ass? It feels like I’m the first to get you.”
I suck in a breath through my nose. Can he feel how wet he’s making me with his words?
“Maybe I’ll do both.” He chuckles darkly against my ear. “After all, I locked the door and have you to myself. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pet? My cock stretching this tight pussy and then fucking your ass. Making you ready for those who fuck after me.”
He works me hard and fast. His words key me up even more. My desire swells inside me to bursting as I come all over his hand with a muffled cry.
“Don’t worry, we’ll let them know exactly where we are.” He draws his fingers out and takes his hand from my mouth to lift me against him.
I suck in a breath, still coming down from my release. I don’t struggle. The room shifts as he moves me across the floor. The alcohol is dulling some of my senses while the darkness heightens others.
He bends me over the side of the bed and holds me down into the soft covers with one hand on my back. I blow out a breath as he kicks my feet apart. His other hand releases his button and zipper, breaking the silence of my breath shuddering in and out.
“Next time I want to catch you in a run. Take you down to the ground and fuck you while you struggle to get away.” Luke ends his sentence by thrusting his cock into my pussy.
