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Sweat plasters his silky black hair to his forehead. His sharp features don’t show guilt or remorse. In fact, he looks almost…bored. And he keeps his rhythm, pounding his dick into this girl over and over. I can’t see her face, but I hear her whimpering. His grin turns sinister, baring sharp, unnatural teeth and his eyes light up, glowing red. Burning embers in the darkness.
A wave of panic rips through my body.
I turn to run, but the door is gone. And then I hear Matt’s guttural moan as he comes and the slap of flesh on flesh stops.
I claw at the wall in front of me, desperately wanting to escape. But then I feel his grip on my throat and his hot breath on my neck.
“Your turn,” he growls in my ear.
I wakewith a jerk,my skin damp with sweat and my heart pounding in my ears.
I look around the dark room in panic, searching for those red eyes. But then I feel a strong arm around my waist tighten, and my muscles relax as I inhale Trey’s heady, familiar scent.
Right. I’m in his bedroom.
Looking around, I see my skeleton onesie balled up with my phone on the floor beside the bed.
I carefully turn under Trey’s arm so that I’m facing him and smile when I see my black lipstick smeared all over his plump lips. He’s naked from the waist down, the navy sheets barely covering the v-shaped cut of his lower abs. I chuckle to myself when I also see my lipstick on his biceps, pecs, and stomach.
Clearly, we had a good time last night.
Careful not to wake him, I wiggle from beneath Trey's grasp, and pull on my clothes, then slip into his bathroom and do my best to wash the smeared makeup from my face. When I’m finished, I walk back into the bedroom and pick up my phone.
It’s 5 a.m. I have four missed texts from Fiona and a missed FaceTime from Seb. He knows I have a hard time at Halloween and probably expected me to be in bed sulking.
I look back at Trey for a moment before I leave. A strange, sad feeling pulls at my chest, but I push it away because I’m not naïve. Trey Walker is a lot of things, but a girl’s boyfriend isn’t one of them. I know our moment together was just that: amoment. And no doubt a meaningless one. So it’s time for me to go.
I close his door softly and tiptoe down the hallway. When I reach the kitchen, I remember the bottled waters the guys passed out to drunk friends at their last party. I smile at the memory, thinking it was actually a thoughtful gesture. I walk to the fridge and open it.
“Bingo.” I grab a water from the top shelf, twist off the cap, and take a large swig. I turn around, closing the fridge door with my hip, and immediately slam into Lincoln’s warm, hard,nakedchest. My hand instinctively squeezes the water bottle, causing the contents to erupt between us like a geyser, soaking his abs and the front of my onesie.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Link!”
I spot a dish towel by the sink and grab it, using it to wipe water off his stomach and the front of his shorts. Then I realize what I’m doing and stop, my face flaming. I can see the outline of his sizable dick beneath the thin material. And it twitches when I touch it.
Fuck. Me.
Now I’m hornyandmortified.
Lincoln hasn’t moved or spoken. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before looking up at him. He’s staring down at me, his eyes completely unreadable, and I step back, putting space between us.
The silence is too much.
“What’re you doing up?” I ask.
“I like to workout in the mornings. It’snormallyvery peaceful.” He eyes the water puddled at his feet. His socks look…wet. He looks back at me, his eyes narrowing. “What’re you doing here?”
“I, uhhh…”
Suddenly, I don’t want to tell him why I’m here.
Would he even care? He has to already know, anyway. He watched Trey and me fuck last night, didn’t he?
“She was having a sleepover,” Trey’s deep voice rumbles from behind me.
My whole body prickles with surprise. I turn my head to look at him, and then I glance back at Lincoln. His eyes darken for a minute as he stares at Trey. Trey gives him a knowing smile that almost says “I told you so.” Then he raises his eyebrows in question, and Link rolls his eyes.
What kind of fucking pantomime is this?
