Nightfall (Devil's Night 4)

He pulled out, spun me around, and I let go of Alex’s hand as he lifted me up.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he slipped back inside. “What happens then?” I ask. “Huh?”

I trailed kisses over his face and then buried my lips in his neck as I hugged him to me.

“Once you get what you want, you’ll stop,” I told him, “and I don’t want you to stop.”

His hips moved as he gripped my ass in both hands, and I sucked the water off his skin, nibbling and dragging his skin out with my teeth.

He groaned.

“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I don’t love you anymore. You’re bad news and always have been.”

“But don’t stop, huh?” he chuckled. “The class reunion is next year, and I’m going to tell everyone what you really like to do when your nose isn’t buried in a book. I’m going to tell them that you like me and how you let me have some fun when no one was looking.”

I fell back against the wall, turning my head, my forehead meeting Alex’s as I moaned. I wouldn’t admit it to him, but I got off on how much he wanted me.

Aydin pressed Alex against the wall next to me, and while she faced me, he looked down at her, almost frozen except for his hand that slipped underneath her shirt so slowly. She breathed shallow, her lips close to mine, and in the blink of an eye, he’d torn off her bra and dropped the black fabric onto the shower floor, the water slowly drenching her shirt.

He was why she was here. This was why she was the one who came for Will, instead of Michael.

It was about Aydin. She was his artist, and she’d found out he was here when she was looking for Will.

Gliding his hand over her shirt, h

e moved up her stomach and between her breasts as the shirt plastered her skin, revealing the dark circles of her nipples through the linen.

She wouldn’t look at him, and I pressed my lips to her forehead, trying to soothe her. It was almost like she was scared, and if there was anything I knew about Alex Palmer it was that not much scared her.

I turned back to Will, tightening my hold as I watched him tip his head back and start to lose it.

“I’m going to slip,” I gasped.

He hefted me back up. “I got you.”

I sank my mouth into his, my wet hair sticking to my face and neck, and I wished I was back in that wrestling room with him and I wouldn’t have been so timid. I would’ve loved him and stayed there with him all night if I could do it over again.

“Kiss her on the mouth,” I heard Aydin say.

I looked over to see Alex staring up at him. “I want to kiss you on the mouth.”

He shook his head, his expression calm, but his breathing ragged.

He licked his lips. “Touch her on the cunt,” he whispered. “Like that night I watched you on the screen. Do it.”

He grazed his hand over her breast through her shirt, barely touching, and her mouth fell open, and I didn’t think she was breathing.

“Touch her,” he begged, hovering over her lips. “Fuck her for me in the bed.”

She swallowed. “No,” she whispered. “I do what I want, when I want, and nothing for your pleasure.”

“Nothing?” he asked, touching her lips with his fingers. “For him but not for me?”

She glared up at Aydin. “I feel safe with him. I feel like a whore with you.”

His jaw flexed, and his fingers curled over her breast like a claw. Her nipples hardened, poking through the fabric like bullets.