Chapter Three

Eli

Harlen told North and me there's a pretty new girl in town, but I needed to see for myself. He wasn't wrong—she isn't just pretty, though. She is beautiful.

This is the closest I come to being near people; I rarely leave the house. But this place—the old hospital—we bought a few years back and have been renovating it. North wants it to be a bed-and-breakfast, but Harlen wants it to be a rave spot. A place to host parties where people can travel to and stay. They bicker about it daily, but if they put their heads together, they could do both. I won't voice my opinion—I rarely do, since the accident years ago where my throat was torn open and left my vocal cords damaged.

I don't know why I let Lily hear my voice. No one in town has heard me talk since the day I almost died—they all hate us anyway, so what's the point? We have been causing chaos since we were kids. Over on Pine Street, there was a home for boys where we all grew up. It was run by old man Jenkins, and he used to get us out on the farm to work—it's how I had my accident.

Lily is an attractive woman, and we've had no one new arrive in Maple Hollow for a long time. The last one was Sally Rowland's nephew, Waylen, and he isn't my type—too pretty for my liking. I swing both ways, but I like men to look rugged.

I wasn't supposed to chase the pretty girl so far, but I wanted a closer look without scaring her. And every time she looked back at me, I'd swear it was as if her big blue eyes pleaded with me to chase her. I never intended to wrap my fist around her lucious blonde hair or pull her to her feet, but her scent called to me. North has always said a woman's arousal can be smelled, but surely not unless your face is buried between her legs.

Her eyes rounded like saucers when I whispered in her ear, "Pretty girls like you should not be in a place like this."

Her reply shocked me more. Did she have fantasies about this sort of thing? When I started my countdown, she took off running. But a head start won't help her; I know this place like the back of my hand.

Moving across the room, I see her duck through a door, one which leads outside. I can't hold back my smirk. She is headed into the cemetery, and it's my all-time favorite place. My feet hit the ground fast enough to decrease the distance she has created, but she keeps moving and I keep chasing her through the overgrown grass North has been on my ass about mowing. Joke's on him because this is the most fun I've had in a long time.

She drops behind a tree. While I could turn the mask off and sneak up on her, what fun would that be? When I get closer, she tries to move, but I'm almost twice as big as her—Lily is a tiny little thing. I wrap my hand around her silky hair again and pull her back, then push her face-first into the tree. She struggles against my hold, but I spread my hand flat on the back of her skull and move my body so it is tight against hers. I use my other hand to test the waters, running it along her side. She shivers under my touch, and I slide my hand down until it reaches the top of her jeans. Lily bucks back, pushing her ass hard into my cock.

A deep growl rips through my chest. "If you keep doing that, I will fuck you against this tree."

"Oh no, please don't!" Her words say one thing, but her tone hints at another as she pushes back into me again.

I twist the button on her jeans, it pops open, and I release her hair. Sliding her jeans down just enough, I then pull my hard cock from my sweats and rub the tip along her ass. The feel of her soft, velvety skin against me has precum smearing her crack.

She doesn't fight me, and I dip my tip lower, lower... there. Her wetness is warm and welcoming. Fuck it. Harlen only said to make sure I know a girl's name before I fuck them, not that they had to know mine.

I thrust forward, and my eyes roll back in my head. Her tight, wet cunt hugs me like it was made for me. I need more, so I slide back slowly, savoring the feeling.

"Do you hear the sounds your body is making? Doesn't seem like you're all that scared to me."

Wrapping my hand around the front of her neck, I pull her upright while I'm still balls deep inside her pussy. "I want you to scream for me, fight me."

"Fuck you," she seethes, jabbing her elbow back into my abs.

"No, baby, I'm going to fuck you ," I say as I pull out of her. "I want you to run deeper into the dark, where only the dead can hear you scream." She turns and blinks at me, and I step forward, pulling her jeans up a little. "If you want my cock again, run!"

She takes off through the gravestones. They are all old and falling apart; some have been here for over a hundred years. She's moving with a fair bit of speed, but she is no match for me—besides, she wants to be caught. She darts and weaves, and as she moves around one particularly large headstone, I come around the other side, launching my body toward hers. She falls to the ground and this time she really fights back, kicking and screaming, and I laugh at her feeble attempt to protect herself.

"You will need to do better than that," I taunt, leaning forward and crushing her body face-down beneath mine. I pull the back of her jeans down again before taking my cock out, and I find her cunt so wet for me it's practically gushing.

Thrusting myself deep inside her, I grin behind my mask as she screams, then she maneuvers her top half enough so she can reach back and scratch at my hands with her nails, digging them in deep. A chuckle vibrates deep in my chest as I rear back to a kneeling position between her legs and move my hand to her upper back, pressing it into the dirt. Sliding my other hand under her hips, I raise her ass high, then bring my palm down hard against her soft skin—once, twice, three times—and the slaps echo in the darkness.

"Oh fuck! Please!" she cries into the dirt.

I slam back into her, and she screams, then she switches to breathy moans that punctuate my harsh thrusts.

"There is no one here to save you. Old man Joe has been dead for sixty years," I rasp out, knowing each of these graves by heart.

The farm backs onto the other side of the graveyard, and I spent my childhood scrubbing these headstones as punishment when I messed up. It became a time of solitude for me.

I pick up my tempo, and her body tenses beneath me, her needy cunt gripping my dick like a vice. Her cry rings out around us as wetness drips down my balls, and her scent alone is enough to make me come, along with the feel of her orgasm. I grab her hips and pull her back into me, my hips moving of their own accord as I ride out my release.

Pulling out, I stand and tuck myself away, knowing that later, when I take my cock in my hand, I will be able to smell her .

"Next time, don't get caught," I growl out, "because two is better than one."

With that, I turn off my mask and walk away. Maple Hollow is as safe as they come, and she will be fine to make her way into town by herself. She clearly doesn't want a gentleman, and even if I was one, I wouldn't walk into that town.