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“No,” I whimper.
“Just me, isn’t that right, Rabbit?”
My breath comes out choppy as he fucks me harder, bringing me to my climax. And I come with a prayer on my lips as I chant, “Just you.”
At my words, his body goes rigid, and he explodes inside of me. Thrusting slow and hard as we fall apart on the damp earth of a cemetery.
He peers down at me, both of our satiated eyes staring at one another as we catch our breaths. He leans down, pressing a long kiss to my lips. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispers, pulling away from me.
I pull my underwear and leggings up, then toss my shirt back on. Before I follow Beckett, I turn to the headstone, my fingers reaching out to finish what I started. “I wouldn’t do that,” Beckett says from behind me.
I pause, licking my lips as my fingers brush over the vines. “Why?”
“You’re not ready,” is all he says.
I rip the vines away. My eyes unfocusing as I read the name etched into the stone.
Archer.
My eyes scan over the dates and names, and my hands fall away. I take a step back and Beckett’s arms wrap around me, but I barely notice as my body turns cold, the shock making me feel like I’m in a daze. “Why?”
“I can’t make you remember, Brixley. You have to do that on your own.”
“Beckett, why the fuck are my parents’ names on that tombstone?” I gasp. “Did you…” I shake my head. “Did you just fuck me on my parents’ resting place? Did you know? What the fuck.” I comb my hands through my hair, pulling lightly at the roots.
“Brixley…”
I turn, pushing him away from me. “Don’t touch me.” I take a step away from him. Why are my parents buried here? What the fuck is going on? I begin walking, my mind clouding with so many questions I could scream. I hear Beckett calling after me, but I ignore him.
Looking down at my phone, I request an Uber. Now, I do need to speak to my aunt, but not until I drown my sorrows in Halloween punch and party until my soul fades.
* * *
The Misfits’Halloween party is apparentlylegendary. Everyone on campus has been talking about it all week. Whispers and giggles. Heard the fun little story about the sex activities that happened last year. Far more than I ever wanted to know—than anyone should know—but, well, here we are. I walk out of my room, my gray lingerie bunny costume paired with my bunny ears is honestly comfortable. I walk down the stairs with my heels clacking on the hardwood at the bottom. The entire house has been decorated in a spooky haunted house theme. Spiderwebs, black drop cloths with red lights giving it an ominous glow. The floor is nonexistent with the thick fog machines covering the ground in a smooth, thick smoke. People are one step away from fucking. Grinding against one another to the music, pouring drinks and taking shots like it’s their sole major. One thing about me, I don’t drink—not really. But tonight, I feel as if it’s the only thing that will drown out the questions and memories trying to resurface.
“Soulless, where are your clothes?”
I raise an eyebrow at Vance, looking at his sculpted chest on display, a leather jacket and jeans his only clothing. He’s pretty in a dark way, but definitely not my type. I only get friend vibes from him. “Have you asked every girl in here that question, or just me? Seems a little hypocritical, considering…” I wave my hand over his costume.
“Just you.”
“Well,” I say, snatching his drink and swallowing it all in one gulp. And then I grimace because it’s fucking disgusting.
He snatches his cup back, grinning. “That will teach you to steal drinks from people. Now, finish what you were saying.”
Now it’s my turn to grin. “If you don’t like my outfit, you’ll hate Primrose’s.”
His eyes darken. “I don’t care what she’s wearing.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what happened between those two. He shakes his head, hand tightening around his cup. “We’ll see.”
I walk away from him, finding Amiyah standing next to the drinks, talking to some guy I’ve never seen before. I can’t tell who it is because he’s in a mask, but the way his hand lingers on her back lets me know she knows him—and well. Amiyah is fierce—if she didn’t want someone touching her, she’d break his fingers. She spots me before I make it to her. Her face lights up and she grabs me a glass of punch. She’s beautiful in her cat costume. All big curves and assets that rival any Instagram model I’ve ever seen. The richness of her tan skin, paired with her high cheekbones and black ink hair, makes her otherworldly. “What’s up, Brixy? You ready to party?”
I grin, taking my cup. “You have no idea.”
Amiyah and I click our cups together, taking a big drink. “Let’s go dance, give these people something to talk about.”
Her statement makes me take in the crowd, likereallytake them in. They’re still dancing, but they’re also staring. At us? Maybe, but I think it has more to do with me being seen with Beckett so much lately. Thinking of his name makes images flash in my mind, so I take a bigger sip, and then I drain my cup before tossing it over my shoulder. “Let’s.”
