Page 30 of Screwed

Ray’shand pressed against my mouth. I couldn’t breathe in the tight space. It was too dark, he was too close, and he needed to get his hand off my face. I shook my head, trying to dislodge his grip. He glared at me in the dim light.I looked into the face of Brutus. This time, those blue eyes didn’t seem as charming. “You’re coming with me.”

“I’ll take my hand off,ifyou promise to keep your mouth shut,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me.

I nodded, desperate to taste even the stale air of the broken-down laundry room. He took his hand away, and I gasped, taking as big a breath as I possibly could. I steadied my breathing and my heart, then cocked my head to the side. I assumed by Ray’s mannerisms that the cops were already here, and we were basically boxed in.

Contrary to whatever Ray was certainly thinking, my aim wasn’t to be caught by the cops. Despite my snarky comments in my room, I knew not to trust the police.

I hadn’t stayed alive this long on my own by being clueless. But I had hoped that by avoiding them for long enough, and with the rest of the Kingsnakes distracted by the raid, I might be able to sneak out. There’d been a chance. An open door on the main floor, and an unboarded window called me toward the sanctity of the forest. But at the last possible moment, just before I swung my leg over the shredded wooden pane, I thought about Ray’s face. How crushed he would be if I fled again, without a word of goodbye.

The first time I left, I had only been concerned about my own survival. This time, it didn’t seem right to only think about myself. This time, I knew what I was leaving him to survive alone, and my heart stuttered at the idea of what his punishment would be if I’d fled.

Would they blame him? Would it make this impossible situation even worse? I hated emotions, how they made me weak. You’d think the Collapse would’ve made us all feelingless zombies. Unfortunately not.

So instead of swinging my other leg out into the cool air, I had stepped back, running toward the kitchen. If I was lucky, I could make it back into the basement before anyone knew I was missing. And my next escape plan would include Ray.

Instead, Ray had rounded the corner before I could, and I darted into the small laundry room. Even though my heart had kept me here for him, his irritation when he found me only ignited mine. So now here we stood, chest to chest.

The rise and fall of his lungs echoed mine, the rhythm of my heart in tune with his own. Emotions were assholes, and one of these days they were going to get me killed.

I heard men talking just outside the room, and my eyes locked onto Ray. He nodded silently to me, pressing a finger to his lips, and grabbed my hip tightly with his free hand. They were pushing the door open, pressing the cool metal against my arm and Ray’s back. Ray shuffled closer to me, every inch of his body touching mine. I couldn’t breathe again, and I didn’t think it was from nerves this time.

“Looks clear from here,” an unfamiliar voice announced. If they took another step inside, if they let the door close, if they did any number of things, we’d be screwed. “It’s kind of hard to do laundry without electricity.” That was the voice of the brother who seemed to be in charge. Brutus? One of the other men laughed. “Don’t I know it. My wife bitches about doing the laundry by hand every damn day. I told her she was lucky to even have clothes to wear.”

Speaking of assholes. My body tensed, and Ray gripped my hip tighter, trying to get my attention. He shook his head, somehow knowing exactly what was going through my mind. I met his stare with a steady gaze of my own. I wasn’t afraid of men. Not anymore. Not since I realized they were just as human as the rest of us.

Ray didn’t look away. Not even when the door swung closed, or the voices slowly trailed away from the laundry room. He didn’t step back either, his body pressed flush to mine. “What the hell were you thinking?” he hissed. “Nothing? I didn’t say anything.”

I threw my shoulders back in an attempt to meet his stance, but it only succeeded in pushing me closer to him.

“You told me to stay quiet, and I was quiet.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

I huffed. “I wasn’t going to actually do anything.”

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffed. “We both know that’s a lie.”

I tried to turn away from him, but he had one arm next to my head, and the other still gripped tightly to my side. I pushed him back. “Wedon’t know anything. I don’t know how many times I can tell you there is noweanymore. And can you give me some damn space? I really don’t need your cock digging into me right now.” I meant it as a throwaway comment, but as soon as I said it, the energy between us shifted.

He didn’t move, instead pushing my legs wider with his knee. “As soon as you walked back through those doors, there was awe.”

“I didn’t exactly walk through the doors, Ray. I was drugged and dragged.” I rolled my eyes, but my voice caught when his fingertips dug into the top of my waistband.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, Mila. But don’t lie to me. I know you too well. You don’t want to be here, and neither do I.” He snaked his fingers against my skin, slipping them into my pants. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed how your body still reacts to mine. You still want me. Still need me. Stillcraveme.” I didn’t have enough air to respond, and I didn’t know what words I would’ve gotten out with his hand finding its way between my legs. I knew I was wet, aching for his touch one more time.

Who knew how much time we really had together? But to admit I still craved him? No. I couldn’t. Ray slipped his fingers between my soaked folds, giving me a crooked grin. I wanted to arch into his touch, to shift so his finger would be inside me, but I waited. He leaned forward, his lips against my ear. “I know you could’ve run, babydoll. So don’t lie to me. Why’d you stay?”

Before I could answer, he sank his finger into my pussy. I sighed in pleasure, resting my head against the wall. Ray grabbed my chin with his free hand, forcing me to look at him once more. “Don’t look away. You close your eyes, and I stop.” I nodded, moaning as a second finger joined the first. He curled them up, stroking and pulsing, his palm grinding against my clit. My pleasure was building, my hips meeting his hand, my body desperate for release. “God, Ray,” I groaned. “Let me come.”

Ray didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers, his palm still circling my throbbing clit. “Not yet. Not until you tell me why you didn’t run when you had the chance.” His hard cock pressed against my thigh, and I had no idea how he was able to keep his composure. His hand shifted into a faster rhythm, my body rocking in time as I rode the edge of an orgasm. My eyes flickered closed of their own accord, my body taking over for my mind. Ray slowed his ministrations.

“What did I say? Keep your eyes open. I want to watch you fall apart on my hand.” I opened my eyes, and Ray smiled. His fingers resumed their tempo, and I panted as he watched carefully. “You ready to tell me why you didn’t run?”

You, I mouthed.

He was an asshole, denying me my pleasure for an answer he already knew. He pushed a third finger inside me, and I arched my back, cursing. He ordered, “Out loud, babydoll. I want to hear the words out loud.”

I gasped as all three fingers curled, stroking me just right. I was so close. “You,” I spit out. “I couldn’t leave you behind.”

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