ChapterSeven
Alex
Wet blades of grass bend beneath my sneakers as I make my way to the terrace overlooking the pond. Sunlight grazes the wooden perch, inviting me to lean against it when I reach the overlook. The wind picks up and I close my eyes, allowing myself a moment of peace.
These are so hard to come by these days.
The boards behind me creak, commanding my attention. I grip the strap of my backpack as I whirl around, a vise gripping my heart when I realize Parker and Tomas are approaching me. No one else is around.
We’re all alone.
Tomas hums with interest, eyes sparkling with hunger. “We’ve been looking for you.”
Defiantly, I ask, “Why?”
Parker doesn’t blink. He doesn’t even seem to breathe. His gaze is cold as he demands, “Drop your panties.”
My thighs clench. “No.”
“You will do it,” Parker instructs with a growl as he closes the space between us in two large strides, “or you’ll be reminded how saying no will cost you.”
A shaky sigh shudders from my chest. I glance between the two of them, trying to formulate my response as I slide my backpack in front of me. Parker snatches the strap from my hand and tosses the bag aside, the thud resonating through my tennis shoes.
Parker nudges my jaw with his finger. “Drop. Your. Panties.”
Heat floods my face as I swallow the lump in my throat. My shivering fingers obey his command despite how much my brain is screaming for me to use one of those self-defense techniques that Coach Neill taught me.
But would that really help?
With my lips sealed tight and my eyes focused on the bulging vein in Parker’s neck, I drop my underwear. The fabric scrapes my knees, betraying a rather awful secret that he—or both of them—are about to discover.
“Check her,” Parker orders. “I’ll keep watch.”
The sudden draft of air that whips up my dress makes me shiver. I dig my nails into the wooden rail at my back while the two boys switch places. Tomas pushes his black hair from his forehead, hazel brown eyes sparking with a dark deviance that makes my core tighten.
“Since you can’t be trusted,” Tomas explains in a low, even voice. “We have to keep an eye on what’s ours.”
“W-what?”
His eyes flicker south and then focus on my lips. “Stay still.”
“What are you going to—”
A sharp gasp cuts off my words, causing my entire body to freeze. How could I have missed his fingers crawling up my thigh? Maybe I thought it was a bug or the breeze—or fuck me, maybe I even wanted it.
There’s a squeal lodged in my throat, the same disgusted squawk that burst from me when Parker fingered me on the pier…and when I came as a result. I can’t stop the flood now. It’s already happening. I’m totally helpless.
My nails dig deeper into the wooden railing, knees shaking viciously as he lodges his fingers to the knuckle inside my channel. The metal rings on his middle and ring finger bite sharply into my clit, causing me to choke. And then he just sits there. No movement.
It’s terrifying.
Trembling, I dare to glance into his eyes, trying to find something redeemable in his gaze. My nostrils flare as I’m assaulted by everything Tomas in that moment.He smells like patchouli and sage with a hint of nicotine, the faded scent clinging to his black button-down shirt decorated with sparkling silver studs. When he exhales, hot air coats my mouth, causing me to shudder. The beginning inklings of a boner prod the top of my thigh, and a shudder passes between us. He’s turned on by this.
I mean, of fucking course he is.
He cocks his right ear toward Parker. “Seems intact.”
“How can you tell?”