Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

He groaned.

I bit my lip, scared, but I pushed further.

“And then he put his hand under my shirt,” I said, my chest caving at my own words. “I was so scared, but I knew he’d feel good. I craved it so bad.”

I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me places my brother would want to kill him over.

He pulled his head up and looked at me. His teeth were slightly bared, and I noticed a bulge underneath me.

Reaching around me, he slowly lifted my brother’s old sweatshirt over my head, dropping it to the ground, and then he slipped his hand under my T-shirt, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

“I’ll bet you wanted it,” he said, his fingers grazing my stomach. “I’ll bet you even rubbed yourself on him to show him how much you liked what he was doing.”

I groaned, noticing the wetness between my legs. “Yeah.”

I leaned my head back on his shoulder and rolled my hips, grinding my ass on him just a little. The hard ridge underneath felt so good, the ache of the emptiness inside me grew.

I reached back with my hand and took his face, wondering if he was going to kiss me. He still hadn’t kissed me on the mouth.

But instead of that, I felt his hand trail higher under my shirt, and I snapped my eyes open wide, remembering. Oh, God, the wrap. The ACE bandage I wrapped around my chest to flatten myself.

Shit! I shot up, pulling my shirt down and covering myself. He hadn’t seen, had he? Tears sprang to my eyes, embarrassment heating my skin.

Other women wore bras. He’d be confused and definitely turned off if he saw what I wore. He’d think I was weird.

“It’s okay,” he said, his hands suddenly gone. “It’s okay. You don’t have do anything you don’t want to. This place, these games, they’re not for you anyway. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

Yes, I know. It was a laugh for him and a fantasy for me. What was I thinking? I couldn’t do this with him anyway. It could never happen.

He took my chin and turned my face toward him. “I didn’t mean to push you, okay? I’m an asshole,” he said. “I don’t want to seduce you in here. You’re different.”

“Different how?”

“I talk to you,” he replied. “And I like talking to you. That’s rare for me.”

My shoulders relaxed just a little, and he nuzzled my ear again, making me tremble.

“And I want it to be special,” he continued. “I want to take you to movies and hang out and go for drives and sit you on my lap like this whenever I want. And when we’re ready, we’ll take a long drive down to the inlet and to my family’s boathouse, and I’ll go slow with you.” His whisper caressed my ear, sending chills down my body. “Taking my time where no one can interrupt us. Taking all night.”

God, I wanted that. I wanted to believe it could ever happen.

But—I looked down at my brother’s old shoes and my chewed fingernails—I was deluding myself. Trying to escape my life and dreaming that I could ever look like I belonged at his side.

“Well, well, I’m shocked,” a deep voice spoke up somewhere behind us. “Saint Kai, about to get his dick wet this early in the night, huh?”

My eyes went wide, and we both stilled.

No.

A dark laugh I knew all too well followed, and I hurriedly fixed my shirt, knocking Kai’s hands away.

No, no, no...

“I knew you’d come around,” Damon said, his voice getting closer. “Who do you have there?”

I shrunk in on myself, trying to hide in front of Kai.

“Get out,” Kai ordered over his shoulder. “This one’s off limits.”