Chapter 24

Twenty-Four

Regan

I mumbled a string of curse words as I ran into the woods. I wasn't going far, just enough to circle around the house and come back out on the other side. There was no way I was going to risk getting myself lost in these woods, but I was still going to play along. I wanted to play. I wanted to feel how bad he wanted to catch me.

I didn't hear him behind me, but really, anything past the rush of my heart was gone.

I made it around the back of the house to find an old dresser sat near one wall, the long drawers and tall mirror giving me a perfect place to hide. I slipped behind it and crouched down. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my heart pounding like a drum. I strained to hear any hint of Rook approaching, but the silence wrapped around me. The anticipation of him catching me coiled in my stomach, mixing with the fear and exhilaration.

A twig snapped, catching my attention as I held my breath. I could hear his footsteps now, the slow calculated movements making me a little more scared. He wasn't mindlessly running after me. He was taking careful steps as I stumbled around the forest. Rook was a predator, and I would always be the prey.

It should disgust me, but there was no denying how excited I got every time he wanted to catch me. He would always come after me.

I peeked out from behind the dresser just in time to see him round the corner and scan the area with narrowed eyes. Our gazes locked, and he smiled.

"Hi, Rebel."

Without hesitation, I jumped from my hiding spot and bolted past Rook, his hand outstretched just enough to grab me. One hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him and spinning me until my back slammed against his chest. The other hand wrapped around my neck.

"Rook!" I yelled, but he held me close. My body pressed hard against him, and I leaned into it.

"Got you," he whispered, his lips already dragging down my neck. He bit down, making me arch into him. Heat flooded me, my thighs pressing hard together as he squeezed my neck a little more. "I'll always get you. How scared are you, exactly?"

"Scared enough that if you let me go, I'm going to scream."

"You're going to scream either way, Rebel."

He unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down to my knees before he pushed me forward. My forehead was nearly against the dresser mirror now, and I watched in it as he ran his hands down over my hips.

"Did you enjoy your game on the bike?"

"What game?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could.

He laughed, the deep rumble making me freeze. A scream came from inside the house, the wind whistling through one of the broken windows, adding to the eeriness and making me shiver.

He dropped to his knees behind me. "Did you like trying to fuck with me on the bike, Rebel? Or were you just disappointed that we didn't stop to fuck on the bike?"

"Yes," I said, nearly holding my breath as his fingers trailed down my hips.

"Yes, to which?"

"Both."

He groaned and hooked a finger under the band of my underwear, pulling them down and taking my jeans with them to my ankles. He unzipped the jacket, pulling it off and pushing my shirt up.

The cold air rushed over my breasts, making me gasp.

"Bend over," he said. I did, bending over the dresser as he forced my legs wider.

I gasped as his head buried between my legs. His tongue moved along me, his fingers digging into my ass to spread me open more. Each swipe of his tongue made me want another.

He pushed me forward further, holding me against the dresser. My heart pounded in my chest as my back arched. He continued, but I wanted more than just his mouth. He gently sucked and licked along me again before he pulled back.

"Are you ready for me now, Rebel?" he asked, his voice deep with lust.

"Yes," I nearly whimpered, feeling his warm breath on my lower back. He stood back up, his fingers trailing up my thigh and between my legs. I moaned as fingertips brushed over my sensitive clit, making me tighten. "I need it, Rook. Please."

He laughed, but I heard the zipper on his jeans. "I like you begging. Do you finally like being my pretty little slut?"

"Only if you give me some sort of relief and not just tease me."

I could feel his cock press against me now. He slid it back and forth through my wetness, teasing me more.

"I want to hear it before I give you anything else."

"Hear what?"

"Hear every detail about how you like being mine. How you like to be used and filled as my pretty slut."

"I like it. I like you making me get off on your bike, and you. I like getting on my knees for you." My breathing was ragged now, my heart pounding as I met his eyes in the mirror. The wild look in his gaze made me continue. "I like being naked and spread over this thing, knowing I will be filled and stretched until I want to cry."

He pressed forward, the tip of him sliding into me, and I arched, wanting more. He grabbed my hips, keeping control as he went deeper.

My fingers dug into the wood, my body tightening as he slowly filled me. The sting of his size made my eyes squeeze shut.

"Your perfect pussy is stretched, baby. It's taking me so good." He kept going, and I wiggled as he went a little deeper than I planned for. "You're so fucking tight. Does it hurt, Rebel?"

I nodded, trying to breathe as he continued. My head fell against the dresser. Somehow, the pain felt good. The sting of me wrapping around him as I tightened in need made me wetter.

He pulled out, pushing into me faster once. "I want it to sting, baby. I want you to suffer for me. I want you to remember me buried in you with every step you take tomorrow."

"Yes," I breathed. "Give me that."

"I want to slam into you, but I like this view too much." His hand ran over my ass, a finger pressing against the opening. "This is mine, too. I want it all, Regan. I want all of you."

I didn't say anything, not wanting to think about his words besides him wanting all of me. Moonlight streamed onto the mirror, bouncing off of it and giving me a full view of what we were doing. The shadows danced over his face, leaving half in the darkness and half in an eerie glow.

He pushed into me again, harder this time. He didn't stop or slow down. Each thrust was met with a moan from my lips, and I pushed back to match his pace. The satisfaction of him filling me only turned me on more. The sensation was overwhelming. He groaned in pleasure as his hand reached between my legs, teasing my already sensitive clit.

As I gasped for air, the orgasm built. I arched my back, gripping the dresser for support, and my eyes found him in the mirror again. He looked beautiful in the light, the pleasure on his face so clear, and my heart flipped that I was the reason it was there. My orgasm was getting closer, and I couldn't handle it. I needed more. He must have read my thoughts because he picked up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster.

I moaned, and his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me back to him.

"You are all mine, Rebel. Come all over my cock and make me yours."

I gasped at his words, my orgasm unstoppable now. I screamed out his name as I was sent over the edge, feeling the waves of pleasure crash against me, leaving me breathless.

My nails dug into the dresser, trying to hold on as the world faded away. Stars burst in my eyes, my body shaking hard as I came. I looked in the mirror back at him. His dark hair had fallen over his forehead as his mouth dropped open with a moan.

His hips thrust harder, his breathing growing ragged. "You're so fucking tight, Rebel," he said, his voice hoarse now. "I can't last any longer."

"Good, don't," I said.

He grinned, his eyes filled with that hunger for me. With one final thrust, he let out a deep groan, filling me completely.

My body shook, another shiver running through me as he leaned onto me.

"Fuck, Regan. I should have planned this out better, so I could lie down after that."

"You better be able to drive me home because I think I'm the one that won't be able to walk, and you have to drive a motorcycle back."

He groaned, pulling out of me and fixing his jeans. "Don't even remind me of that right now. All I have to do first is sit with you and watch a movie." He grumbled again. "And now that I say that, I wish I would have planned this out, so I could do that in a bed, too."

Rook spun me to face him before trying to help me clean up what he could and pulling my jeans up.

"You okay to go inside?"

"If it means sitting down, yes," I huffed, my body still buzzing from the orgasm.

He wrapped an arm around me, leading me inside to what I could only guess had been a main living room at some point. He pointed to a seat near the back. Someone had set up a variety of camp chairs, blow up chairs, and even a blow up mattress that Evie lay back on with Aiden next to her. We were apparently headed to a ridiculously big bean bag chair.

"This is…insane. You guys brought all this here?"

"Yeah, Evie wanted it. She likes to go all out," Rook said.

"All out for what?" I asked Rook, but Mason turned back to us, cutting off our conversation.

"Wow, nice of you two to join us," Mason said. "We heard screaming, but weren't sure if it was you two, someone getting murdered, or the haunted freaks hanging out here."

"Great," I mumbled, ready to curl into Rook. "Now your friends are going to be giving me comments all night."

"Tell him to shut the fuck up," Rook said, a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around me.

"What? No. He's your friend. You do it."

"I would if you needed me to, but you really don't need me to. Tell him to shut the fuck up or you're going to make me hit him. You're in charge, Rebel. Tell him now. Say it like you mean every word and then some."

It was another challenge. One more way to make me rebel, but this time, it was completely for me.

I faced Mason, trying to not let my voice shake. "Shut the hell up, Mason."

Mason's eyes narrowed, looking me over. "Or what?"

"Or I'm going to tell Rook how upset it makes me until he comes over there and makes you regret even opening your mouth."

Mason stared a moment longer before his face broke into a wide smile. "You show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair," he said, but sat back, still smiling.

"A guard dog?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook.

"Woof," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

"And that's it? I say the word and you hit him?"

"Pretty much."

"But he's your friend?"

"No friend of mine is going to disrespect you and there be no consequences. Mason is joking, so that should shut it down, but I promise, if you felt it was serious, he and I would have an issue."

"And he would hit you if the tables were turned?"

"I would imagine."

I leaned back into him, pulling the blanket Evie had handed me higher on my chest. "Evie, you really went all out on this. It's creepy, but not gross. You did amazing."

She smiled, leaning back in her pillow to face me more. "Thanks. I really don't have a lot to do around the shop sometimes, so I like to plan some fun stuff for us. It gets me out of the house and out of being trapped in a dirty garage with all these guys."

"What all do you do at the garage?" I asked.

Evie looked at Rook, and I could see the question. She was waiting for him to give his approval, waiting to know if I was allowed to know things or not. I held my breath, already preparing myself to once again be left out.

Rook shifted behind me, and Evie looked back at me. "All the computer stuff. I'm really good at getting documents we need or getting into digital places we need to go. I run the website, the socials, the client list, everything like that."

They seemed like two different things, but I didn't want to ask a hundred questions the minute someone let me in.

"Oh, that's really cool. I don't know how you get bored with all that."

She shrugged. "You get good enough at it and it's just the same thing each time." The movie blared that it was starting, and she turned to it with a smile.

Rook's lips were at my ear. "She's essentially a hacker. She is very good at getting into any digital place we need."

"Interesting. Can you do any of that?"

He laughed, quietly. "Not even a little."

The movie boomed. The classic slasher film was actually one of my favorites. As much as I hated a lot of horror movies, the classic slashers were always good. Rook's arms tightened around me, sinking me further against him.

"Freaking out?" he whispered.

"Not at all," I said. "I'm apparently sleeping with the monsters now. What do I have to be scared of?"