I almost laugh at that. “Good.” I pull his face down to mine and whisper against his lips, “Now show me how hard you can fuck me.”
“Demi.” He growls my name, his chest vibrating against mine, making my legs tighten around him. His lips trail down my jaw to my neck. I arch it to give him better access. Then I feel him sliding his hand between our bodies. I smile when he grips the base of his already hard dick and pushes into me, making me cry out at the feel of him stretching me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him.
His hand slaps over my mouth, and I take a deep breath through my nose. He whispers, “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want them hearing you scream my name.”
I want to roll my eyes at his cockiness, but he begins to move, and my eyes roll back for a different reason.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
DEKE
COLE AND I exit my car and walk up to the small cabin. Cole unlocks it, and we step inside. I stop and look around the living room and entryway. There was a small square table that sat next to the door. It has been knocked over, and the glass covers the hardwood floor. But other than that, there is no sign of a struggle.
I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the cup. It’s full to the brim with what looks like a clear liquid of some sort.
“He left in a hurry,” Cole observes. “He didn’t even bother disposing of the evidence.” Then he walks down the hallway.
I fist my hands and look down at the side of the couch. A Louis Vuitton bag sits on the floor. I reach down and pick it up. Grabbing the drink with my other hand, I walk it into the kitchen and pour it down the sink.
“Hey,” Cole enters the kitchen. “Look what I found in the bathroom?” He holds up a small clear bottle with a blue lid. A piece of tape is on the side of the bottle and written in black Sharpie is GHB.
My jaw tightens. “It’s almost fucking empty.”
He nods and places it in his pocket. “I’m guessing he wanted to make sure she had enough so she wouldn’t fight him. Or wouldn’t remember a single thing.”
I throw the cup into the sink and drop her bag. Gripping the counter, I growl. “He could have killed her.” Who knows how much he would have had her drink? Demi is fucking small. Too much and she could have had seizures. Could have fallen into a coma. Not to mention he mixed it with alcohol.
His phone rings, and he answers, placing it on speakerphone. “Hello?”
“You guys there?” Bennett asks.
“Yes.” I growl and push off the countertop.
“Find anything?”
“A bottle of GHB.” Cole speaks.
“Fuck.” He hisses, then sighs. “Hang on, I’m adding Shane to the call.” Seconds later, he’s back. “Okay. We’re all here.”
“Did you guys get your tickets?” Cole asks him.
“Yes. We fly out tonight,” Bennett answers.
“I’m confused as to why we have to come back to Austin.” Shane speaks.
“Don’t,” I snap, not in the mood for his bullshit today. “Stay the fuck up there.”
Bennett sighs. “We’re both coming. This involves more than just Demi. Whoever it is hasn’t physically touched us, but we’ve been threatened and that’s enough to worry. If we can get a hold of Seth, maybe his phone can tell us what we need to know.”
I hang my head and run my hands through my hair aggressively. I’m starting to lose my shit. I kept it together for Demi’s sake this morning when she woke me up horny. I wanted her, needed to feel her, but I was rough. I took my anger out on her, and she liked it. She passed out immediately afterward. I didn’t get to tell her about the message she got from Evan Scott or the fact that I blocked whoever the fucker was. Cole and I snuck out this morning before the girls had even woken up. It’s a Saturday. They both got wasted last night, and Lilly was sleeping over at her dance teacher’s house, so the odds of them sleeping in pretty late are on our side.
“What I can’t figure out is why he was going to do it.” Bennett speaks. “He’s gay. Why would he fuck her …?”
“Hate to be the dick in this situation,” Shane interrupts him. “But he could have been planning on fucking her ass. That is what they prefer.”
My head snaps up, and I snatch the phone from Cole’s hand, but he speaks before I can bark at him more. “Or maybe he didn’t care where he had to fuck her. I mean, to some men, a hole is a hole.”
“Shut the fuck up …”
Cole takes his phone back from me. “He was forced. He told Deke there was a video of him fucking his professor.”
“Who all knew he was gay?” Bennett asks.
I run a hand down my face. “I’m guessing not many. Demi said she was his cover. And his friends who are on the swim team at UT think they have an open relationship.”
“Hmm …” Bennett sighs. “What about the professor?”
“I … I don’t know.” I growl and close my eyes. I try to put what few pieces we have so far together. “It can’t be him. Demi got a message last night from Evan Scott. You guys saw it. It stated she should have let him fuck her. How could the professor be Evan Scott? They wouldn’t know my information to get into it.”
“True,” Bennett says. “Listen, I know it’s gonna be hard, but just lay low. We’ll be there later on tonight, and we’ll do whatever we gotta do to get the information we need to figure this out. Okay?”
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I enter my room and remove my hoodie. Demi’s still in my bed passed out cold. It’s not even ten a.m. yet. And by how quiet the house was when we entered, I’d say Austin is still asleep as well.
The guys and I have a plan. But I’m not going to lie to her like Cole did Austin. I’m going to be honest with Demi. She deserves that. She may not like it, and she may hate me, but I’m not going to allow Evan Scott to fuck with us. Or her. I’m going to protect her, and in order to do that, she needs to know just what we’re up against.
Undoing my jeans, I kick off my shoes and then push them down my legs before removing my shirt and then climb in beside her. My knuckles run over her busted cheek and down over her jaw to her neck. The bruises from my hands remain. They’re worse today than they were last night.
I wanted to kill her. If she hadn’t hit me with that stupid swimming trophy of Cole’s that Austin put out, she would be dead right now. And it makes me sick to my stomach.
I’ve killed people but not for sport. The men and woman I killed deserved it. Demi would have been innocent. She played me, yes, but I was just jealous that, for once, I met someone who knew how to play the game better than I did.
She releases a little moan and shifts, causing the comforter to pull down and expose her chest to me. My fingers make their way over her chest bone and then her breast. She shifts again and my hand lowers over her stomach and between her legs. She’s naked. “Deke.” She sighs my name when I run a finger over her pussy.
“Yes, princess?” I ask, leaning down and kissing her neck as my finger slides into her.
“Oh, God, Deke.” She pants, her hips lifting off the bed.
I shove off the covers and position myself between her legs. She looks up at me with heavy eyes. I remove my finger and slide two in this time. She arches her back and whimpers. “Does that hurt?” I ask as my thumb starts to rub her clit.
“Yes.” Her hands grip the sheets.
“Good,” I say and remove them before gripping my hard cock. She likes it when it hurts. And I hate to admit that she can take the pain. Becky hated it. Demi craves it. I like that I don’t have to pretend with her.
DEMI
I sit on Deke’s lap in the living room with my second cup of coffee in my hand. Austin sits beside me, glaring at Cole who lounges in the recliner across from us. I haven’t heard them say one word to each other all day. She’s pissed, and he seems indifferent about it. Like this is something that happens often. Not sure what went down after they left the bar last night, but she obviously isn’t over it.
“I don’t underst
and how this is gonna work?” I finally say.
“We’re gonna ask him,” Bennett says simply.
He and Shane arrived an hour ago. That could be another reason the tension is high in this house. “He won’t tell you anything.”
“Oh, he’ll talk.” Deke snorts.
“You don’t know him,” I argue.
“I don’t need to know him. There’s something he loves, and if he doesn’t tell us what we want, we take it from him.”
Austin finally speaks. “You’re gonna kill the professor? That’s not smart. You’re all gonna end up in jail.”
Cole smiles at her. “I’m glad to see you still care about me, sweetheart, but no. No one is gonna die tonight.”
“That we know of. But plans change,” Deke says cryptically.
I sigh. “Then what are you gonna take?”
“His legs. His arms.” Cole shrugs carelessly. “Hands. Whatever body part the man needs to play football.”
“You’re gonna break his bones?” I ask.
Deke chuckles behind me. “No, princess. Bones can heal.”
I swallow at the amusement in his voice, but I feel butterflies in my stomach. This is the part of Deke I wanted to see. The ruthless evil that swims inside him.
Cole leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “I’ve got a question, though. There was a woman. She was at UT. Before we knew he was gay, we saw him talking to her outside the classroom. And we thought he was cheating on you with her. Do you know who she is?”
I frown. Seth has a lot of girls who are friends. He gets along with everyone. “What did she look like?”
“Pretty,” he says with a smirk and I know he said that just to piss Austin off. “She had brown hair and brown eyes—”
“That’s his twin sister.” I interrupt Cole, knowing who they are talking about. “She is dating Peter. The guy who you guys beat up the other day after swim practice.”
A slow smile spreads across Shane’s face and it has me sitting back more into Deke. I don’t know much about him. Less than the others. He was closest with Kellan. Who knows what Shane is thinking now?
“Are you going to hurt her?” Austin asks.
Cole sits back and runs his hand over his chin. “We’ll do whatever needs to be done.”
“Our concern is Seth,” Bennett says, looking at Austin. Clearly trying to smooth over what Cole just said. “He’s our main priority. I doubt she knows much.”
Austin gets up and walks out of the room. Cole watches her from his seat but makes no move to go after her. Seconds later, you hear their bedroom door slam shut.
Shane laughs. “Don’t you worry she’ll kill you in your sleep?”
Cole just smiles. He’d probably get off on that.
CHAPTER THIRTY
DEKE
I MAKE MY way through the crowd of kids who clutter the living room. “Boneshaker” by Redlight King blasts through the large speakers that are placed in the corners.
I take a drink from my Solo cup as a blonde pushes her way past me. She steps up onto the coffee table and removes her shirt, showing everyone her pink bra with white polka dots on it. She tosses the shirt to another girl who stands beside me. Guys and girls holler over the song. I keep walking, not seeing who I’m looking for. I exit the living room and head down a long hallway. I catch sight of Cole standing in the kitchen talking to a girl who sits next to us in one of our classes at UT. His eyes meet mine briefly, but he doesn’t acknowledge me in any way. I pass the kitchen and keep going until I’m in the back of the house.
The lights are dimmed back here, and the song changes to “Legend” by The Score. I take another drink and spot who I’m looking for.
She stands back in the corner, leaning up against the wall. She has a cup in her hand and a smile on her face while talking to another girl. And I recognize her. She doesn’t look the same, but I would never forget her face.
What are the odds?
I walk over to them. “Excuse me?”
They both turn to look at me. “I know you.” I point at the brunette that I’m not here for.
She bites her bottom lip and looks me up and down. “I don’t know you.”
I chuckle. “Well, not officially.” I hold out my right hand. “I’m Deke.”
“Brynn.” She introduces herself.
“You work at Silence.”
She nods her head quickly and shakes my hand. “Yes, I do. You’ve been there?”
“I have,” I say to the girl who had asked me to help her. Brynn was strapped in a straitjacket and sitting in a tub full of black water.
“She’s been doing that job for two years now,” the other girl says, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why she does it.”
“What can I say?” Brynn smiles. “I like being restrained and held under water.”
“Dear lord.” Her friend sighs. “You need to fire your therapist. He is not doing you any favors.”
Brynn laughs. “Oh, he gives me favors all right.”
“Did I hear something about restraints and water?” An arm drapes over my shoulders, and I look over to see Shane now standing with us. His eyes start at her red heels and work up her white skinny jeans and black V-neck tank top that shows off her impressive cleavage. She wears a black choker and a smile on her pretty face. “I’m sad I missed it.”
She takes a drink from her straw. “Well, we get to keep our props.”
Shane chuckles and takes her hand. “Let me get you another drink while you tell me all about it,” he says, pulling her away.
I turn to the girl who I came here for. “Melissa.” She holds out her hand. She tilts her head to the side. “I’ve seen you around campus.”
“Really?” I ask. “Do we have classes together?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I’ve seen you with my brother.”
“Oh, who is your brother?” I play dumb.
“Seth. Seth Wilson.”
I nod my head. “Yeah. Yeah. He’s friends with some of my teammates.”
Her face lights up. “You play football?”
“No. I’m on the swim team at UT.”
“That’s awesome.” She smiles up at me. “My boyfriend is too. Maybe you know him? Peter.”
Yes, unfortunately, I know that fucker. I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket and pull it out. I drop it on purpose. “Shit.” I hiss.
“I’ll get it.” She leans over and picks it up for me.
“Thank you.” I laugh. “Had a little too much to drink.”
“It happens.” She lifts her cup to her lips and takes a sip.
I look down at my phone and open my messenger.
Cole: Are you almost done? I can’t talk shit with this girl anymore. Fuck, this is why I never hung out with people at parties.
I chuckle but respond.
Me: It’s done. Get ready.
“I know him,” I say, getting back to our conversation. “How long have you guys been dating?”
“It’s new,” she answers with a laugh.
“Is he here tonight?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to see if people are watching us. But nope, everyone is too busy doing their own thing. I don’t even see Shane and Brynn.
“No. He went out of town this weekend to see his grandmother.”
I want to laugh. The bastard is probably shacked up with some bitch. The way he spoke of Demi didn’t sound like a man in a committed relationship. I guarantee this chick isn’t the only one he’s fucking.
“Whoa,” she says.
I pocket my phone. “You okay?” I ask, placing my hand on her arm.
She closes her eyes and sways on her feet. I take her drink from her other hand and see that she had finished it off. “Good girl,” I whisper.
“Huh?” She asks with heavy eyes.
“Nothing. Here let me help you.”
“I … what …?” she slurs.
I walk her out the back door where there are less people, and she stumbles over her own feet. I lea
n down and pick her up, carrying her in my arms to the SUV parked a few houses down so the partygoers don’t see us. Cole is opening the hatch to my Range Rover for me. I place the passed-out girl in the back. After removing her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, I jump in the passenger seat. Cole gets in the driver seat since he hasn’t been drinking. Bennett already sits in the back.
“Where the fuck is Shane?” I growl.
Bennett pulls out his cell and calls him. “Where are you? We’re ready,” he snaps. “Get your ass out here.” He hangs up. “He’s coming. Pretty sure he was fucking.”
I roll my eyes. “Should have left his ass in Collins,” I mumble.
Seconds later, I see him running down the street, and he jumps into the back seat barely in enough time before Cole takes off.
I smile as I slide her screen and see that she didn’t have a lock on it and go to Seth’s name. I type out a message.
Me: Meet me at the cabin. ASAP. It’s important.
Then I shut her phone off so he can’t contact her.
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I sit on the couch at the cabin, and Cole sits next to me. Shane sits at the kitchen table texting away on his phone. Pretty sure it’s to the girl from the party who works at Silence. Bennett stepped out back five minutes ago, saying he needed to make a call.
“How long has it been?” Cole asks.
I look down at the clock on my phone. “Thirty minutes. He should be here any minute.”
The back door opens, and Bennett steps inside.
“How long do you think this will take?” Shane asks. “I’ve got plans later.”
I roll my eyes. “Would these plans consist of a girl and a straitjacket?”
“Yep,” he answers. “All I need is a tub. Or a pool would do.”
Bennett shakes his head. “I don’t wanna know anymore. Drugging and kidnapping one girl is enough for one night.”
Headlights shine through the front window, and seconds later, they shut off followed by a door shutting.
“Showtime,” Shane says excitedly.
The front door bursts open, and Seth runs inside. He comes to a quick stop when he sees all of us taking up the small area. He swallows as his eyes go to each of us. He looks at the floor and at the chair next to me. He realizes instantly that it wasn’t his sister who messaged him. “Where is she?” he demands.
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