Whipping her around, I throw her dress up around her waist, positioning her ass cheeks perfectly around my sheathed dick.
“Ready?” I whisper, lining it up perfectly with her dripping slit.
“Yes!” Keeley gasps, arching her back and widening the gap between her thighs. “Please, oh my God!”
I roll my eyes at her begging, and I enter her roughly, aware of how ready she is for me.
My fingers dig into her ass as I pump her repeatedly, my eyes staring through the crack in the door to see women checking their reflection in the mirror.
“He must’ve gone to see his father.”
Pump, pump.
My hand around Keeley’s mouth as she cums around me, trying to call out my name. I tug her upright, wrestling her neck to my lips as I fuck her, kissing her, so she doesn’t lose the plot.
“Argh…”
I’m nowhere near.
“Yes!” Keeley wails, causing the sink-side conversation to end abruptly.
I blast her until I feel my orgasm build, and I fuck her like a rag doll against the wall, emptying my load into the rubber between us.
I sort myself out, tying a knot in the condom before throwing it away.
“That was so good!” Keeley breathes, kissing me hard on the mouth. “I’ll go first, and you go after.”
I nod, glad she’s making this easy.
I clean myself up and tug open the door to find the restroom empty.
Where is everyone?
I splash my face with water, staring at my reflection.
“Come the fuck on, Blake,” I mutter, inhaling deeply.
“Blake!” I recognize my mother's screams from the function room, and bile rises in my throat.
My mother is anything but dramatic.
When I borrowed Dad's brand-new Porsche at the tender age of eighteen, I ended up in a minor collision on the boulevard. Dad flipped, and Mom was somehow able to soothe him long enough for me to stay with a friend for a few days until he calmed down.
She’s always the calm one in every situation, so for her to scream like this means something terrible is happening.
Leaving my cuffs undone, I run to the sound of my mother's heart shattering into a million pieces.
The room is a myriad of faces; their once unique features now united in horror.
What the fuck is happening?
CHAPTER 4
BLAKE
Why is it so fucking bright in here?
A sea of faces stare past me, and briefly my eyes meet Danielle’s. Issac has his arm around her protectively, and I follow her stunned gaze to that of the body slumped on the floor.
