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“What’d he say?” Levi asks calmly from the passenger seat.
I glance over at him, my other cousin. My best friend. I’m angry right now, and I know there’s only one thing that will calm my heated skin.
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s go play a game.”
My head settles on my pillow, and unfortunately, Google doesn’t seem to know any more about Castle Pointe than I do. I’ve searched endlessly, so many articles and so many pages of the internet and there isn’t anything to say about Castle Pointe. At least, not since the sixties. It’s like it never existed before that, though I know it’s not true.
Castle Pointe has a big history, and I have to uncover every bit of it.
The most people say is that the town exists, tucked gently away from the world against Lake Superior, between Canada and Duluth.
Nothing else. Like, that’s literally it.
I don’t give up, though, searching as many different things as I possibly can, only to come up with the same result.
I let out a growl, burrowing my head deeper into my pillow as I stare at my phone screen under my blankets.
My eyes grow scratchy with each blink, and my hand starts to grow heavy, falling to the side, my knuckles knocking against my mattress. I jerk, my eyes flinging wide as I look back at my screen.
Flopping onto my back, I let go of my phone and listen as it bounces off my mattress, slipping through my comforter and tumbling to my floor. My feet kick at my sheets, shoving them over my head. I breathe in a breath of fresh, cool air, groaning.
I’m grumpy.
I’m stuck in a limbo between wanting to search endlessly into the past and hex Felix for being such an asshole.
My thighs rub together, and the never-ending wetness from the other night hasn’t even slightly abated, which makes me grow even more infuriated.
How can Felix turn me on as much as he has? His snarly face, his growly tone, his whole damn personality, it all should have me running in the opposite direction, yet it doesn’t. If anything, the fact that he’s so ruthless, so fucking cruel in everything that he does, leaves this alluring presence about him. I’ve never really known about Felix beyond his dark mask, and he leaves me intrigued, to say the least.
How can I hate someone that I can’t stop thinking about?
I’ve been around this man for years, and suddenly, he’s imprinted himself in my mind.
“I hate you,” I grumble, giving into my desires as I wiggle against the mattress, the sheet moving down to my chest. My fingers go to the thin straps of my tank top, and I play with the light fabric before skimming down my top, around my light curves and ending on my hip bones. My hips shift up, as if desperate for my own touch. I can smell my arousal even with my legs closed.
That’s how maddening this man makes me.
I curl my fingers around my hip, sliding the tips against the smooth skin of my lower stomach. My pale blue sleep shorts are cotton, and thin from years of use. My fingers flutter over the hem, skittering underneath the edge until I reach my naked sex. My skin is warm, wanting, needy. I’m so desperate for a release. Just like the ones Felix gives me. Mind-blowing, out-of-this-world orgasms that split me in two.
I hate that he turns me upside down.
I whimper through a relieved groan as I slip my fingers farther, reaching my slit, feeling the wetness spreading over my folds.
My lips part as I gasp in a breath, my fingers sliding over my clit next. It’s a jolt of energy, and my hips buck against my hand. My eyes flutter closed, and I hiss through my teeth as I slip two fingers inside, feeling my walls clench, pulling me deeper, wanting the roughness that I never knew I craved, untilhegave it to me.
I fuck myself hard, my arousal making wet noises against my hand. I jerk my fingers so hard inside of me, my breasts bounce, and I bring my free hand up, my fingers curling around my breasts, squeezing, rolling over my nipple and tugging on them until a pinch of pain hits.
“Fuck,” I pant, my toes curling against the mattress. I lick at my lips, my scent filling the room as I bring myself directly into oblivion. “Holy shit.”
A creak sounds, and I freeze with my fingers knuckle-deep inside of me, my eyes popping open wide, my body turning to ice as a horrified thought comes over me that my mom heard what I just did. How loudly was I moaning?
I clear my throat, my hand leaving my breast and gripping my sheet. Glancing at my closed door, I wonder if I’m going to see a flash of light come from beneath. Relief rushes through me when the light stays off.
She’s asleep.
I roll my fingers around, pulling them out and running them against my clit. I rub hard, spreading my legs as wide as I can with my shorts still on, bringing more wetness against my clit, feeling the fabric begin to drench from my arousal.
Dragging my fingers back down, I dip them inside again as my free hand pulls my sheet lower so I can go back to my breast. My fingers speed up again, and I feel an ache in my wrist as it grows tired from the vigorous motions.
