Calm the fuck down.
I have to remind myself of that constantly whenever Cecily is involved.
After extending the ride for as long as possible, just so I can feel her jump, shake, and squirm, I arrive at the abandoned property I bought about a year after I got to Brighton Island.
Cecily flinches in sync with the creaking of the gate.
“What…” She clears her throat. “Why have you brought me here?”
Her question is eaten by the wild wind and scattered all over the sky. The vibration of her spooked voice hardens my cock in an instant.
Well, fuck.
Looks like she’s not the only one who’s deeply affected by this place.
“Jeremy…”
And I’m harder, just at the sound of my name in her voice.
What the fuck am I? A teenager with no control over his libido? Why would this fucking girl have so much of an effect on me without even trying?
I ignore her as I ride my bike inside. Despite not using any underhanded methods, she’s glued to my back and I can feel her watching our surroundings.
Nothing has changed since the last time she was here. The property is still barely kept, with wild bushes and unwanted grass everywhere.
The night makes it more ominous, distraught, and gives it a high possibility of turning into a hunting site.
I park the bike in front of the old cottage and kill the engine.
Cecily releases me with a jerk as if just realizing she’s been hugging me, but she doesn’t hop down from the bike when I do.
I remove my helmet, hang it on the clutch, and raise a brow. “Are you going to stay there all night?”
She lifts off her own helmet, letting her witch-like hair fly in the wind, stab her eyes, and create a mess against her face. “If need be.”
“You’ll freeze. It’s cold tonight.”
“I’d rather freeze to death than follow you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous and quit the dramatics. They don’t suit you.”
“So now you know what suits me and what doesn’t?”
“For the most part.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you going to come down?”
“No.”
We stare at each other for a beat.
Two.
Three.
I stride toward her and she shrieks when I lift her lithe body and effortlessly throw her over my shoulder.