I blinked, trying to avert my eyes, but there was no point hiding my nervousness. He already knew I was uncomfortable.
“I just needed to speak to Michael,” I said quickly.
He leaned into me, placing both hands on the railing at my sides and called over my head, “Michael! You’ve got a visitor.”
His deep voice sent shivers over my skin. I didn’t have to look behind me to know that Michael had seen me. I heard the basketball dribble to the ground, bouncing against the floor faster and faster until it eventually came to rest, making no more noise.
Kai brought his eyes back to me, his face an inch from mine as he looked down at me.
“I wasn’t aware you all were in Meridian City,” I said, trying to lighten the tense mood.
“Well, as you can imagine,” he said, pushing off the railing and joining his friends on the couches, “We didn’t want a lot of attention or fanfare. We needed some privacy to ease back into things.”
Seemed reasonable. The whole town lamented their arrest and incarceration, and despite the proof of what they’d done, no one hated really them for it. It wasn’t long before their deeds were forgotten and they were sorely missed. By almost everyone.
“Come on. Sit down,” Will pressed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Damon tipped his head back, blowing smoke as he let out a dark, quiet laugh, probably remembering his threats to me in the classroom today.
“I’m fine,” I asserted, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Are you sure?” An amused look crossed Will’s face. “Because you’re backing away from us.”
My face fell, and I stopped, realizing I was, indeed, moving away from them. I’d been inching further down the railing toward the wall.
Shit.
Michael climbed the stairs from his basketball court, wiping off his face and chest with a towel. His hair glistened with sweat, and his stomach flexed with his movements. I tightened my arms across my chest.
“What do you want?” he bit out.
Guess his temper hadn’t cooled from the argument at Hunter-Bailey the other day.
I took a deep breath. “I haven’t heard from my mother, and I was wondering if you could give me the number to the satellite phone on board Pithom.”
Michael’s chest still heaved from his workout, and he tossed the towel on a chair as he walked to the kitchen.
“They’re in the middle of the ocean, Rika. Cut her a break.”
He grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and tipped it up, gulping down the whole thing.
“I wouldn’t have bothered you unless I was worried.” I shot a quick glare at Damon for planting the seed in my mind. “If I can’t reach her, that’s one thing. But she hasn’t called me, and that’s unusual.”
Michael finished drinking his water and set the bottle down on the island, planting his hands on the countertop before him. Raising his head, he stared at me, narrowing his eyes as if thinking about something.
“Come to a party with us,” he commanded.
I heard a breathy laugh behind me, and I pinched my eyebrows together in confusion.
Was he was playing with me?
“No,” I answered. “I’d like the number to the satellite phone.”
I heard shuffles behind me, and one by one, each of the guys came up to the island, positioning themselves around me and watching.
Michael stood across from me, while Kai and Will leaned their forearms down on the counter to my left and right. I shot a sideways glance, seeing Damon with his arms crossed and leaning his shoulder against the wall between the living room and kitchen, staring at me.
They’re just messing with you. That’s what they do. They push, they intimidate, but they’d learned their lessons. They wouldn’t cross the line.
“Come to the party,” Kai chimed in. “And you can have the number.”
I shook my head, letting out a bitter laugh. “‘Come to the party, and I can have the number?’” I repeated. “Yeah, this isn’t Thunder Bay, and I’m not as easy to push around as I was then, okay?” And then I turned my eyes on Michael. “Screw you. I’ll get the number from your father.”
I turned and stalked off, taking a left down the hallway toward the elevator. The doors opened as soon as I pushed the button, and I stepped inside, trying to calm my racing heart.
They still intimidated me.
And excited me. And challenged me. And knotted me up.
I’d kind of wanted to go to a party but not with them.
The doors started closing, but just then a hand shot into the elevator, and I jumped, seeing the doors re-open. I sucked in a breath, staring wide-eyed as Michael reached in, grabbed my shirt by the collar with one hand, and pulled me out.
“Michael!” I shouted.
I stumbled into him, and before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and locked them behind my back, walking into me and forcing me backward, back down the hall toward the kitchen.
“Let me go!” I demanded, my lips brushing the tip of his chin.
“I don’t know, guys,” he teased over my head, “she still seems pretty fucking easy to push around. What do you think?”
Laughter greeted me as he forced me back into the living area.
Every muscle in my body was on fire, and the tips of my toes kept getting caught under his sneakers.
I twisted my body, trying to break his hold. “What the hell are you doing?”
I pushed against his chest and jerked my body to the left, tearing out of his hold with every muscle I could muster.
I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell backward, crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ass, running down my legs as the fall knocked the wind out me.
Shit!
Shooting my hands behind me, I pushed myself up and bent my knees, looking up at him as he advanced.
He stalked over and then stopped, towering over me. I immediately moved my hands and feet, crawling backward, away from him.
But then I felt something at my back, and I halted. I twisted my head, seeing a dark pant leg, and I didn’t know if it was Damon, Will, or Kai, but it didn’t matter. I was closed in.
Oh, no. I slowly raised my eyes, seeing Michael’s lips tilt in a devious smile. I stopped breathing, seeing him lower his body to the floor, planting his knees between my bent legs, and his hands at my sides.
My neck arched back as his face hovered over mine, but I tried to keep myself up as much as possible, no matter how close his body got.
“I thought you were one of us,” his whispered, his breath caressing my lips. “I thought you could play.”
I stilled, staring into his eyes.
You’re one of us now. Will had said that to me on that night so long ago.
Michael’s amber eyes searched mine and then dropped to my mouth, his breathing growing heavy as he stared at me like he was about to take a bite.
I wanted to cry. What the hell was going on?
Three years ago was nearly the happiest night of my life, and it quickly became the worst. And ever since then, Michael not only acted as if I didn’t exist, but also, at times, as if he wished I didn’t.
Now the guys were free, and they were all back together again. What did I have to do with any of this? What did he want with me?
“I don’t know this game,” I told him, barely audible.
He stared into my eyes, thinning his own as if studying me. “All you need to know,” he finally answered, “is that you can’t tap out.”
And he slid his body into mine, capturing my lips and rolling his hips into mine at the same time.
I cried out, but it was lost in his mouth. Oh, my God.
Every nerve under my skin fired with electricity, and his cock rubbed hard between my thighs. I could feel how thick he was, and I couldn’t keep my body from responding.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the little pulse in my clit throb as he grinded and teased me. His lips pressed down hard, eating me up,
his teeth nibbling, biting, and taking.
I breathed hard between kisses, relishing the feel of his tongue touching mine. Groaning, I steeled my arms behind me, staying up off the floor as I met his match and kissed him back, taking his bottom lip in my teeth and craving more.
Michael grabbed my hair, pulling my neck back before he trailed kisses down my throat.
I slowly opened my eyes and stilled. Kai was staring down at me with a smug look on his face.
Dread crept in. How had I forgotten they were there?
But before I could push Michael off me, he pulled his mouth away from my neck and hovered over me, blocking out Kai and everyone else.
“We’re going to a pool party,” he said, his voice that had been thick with lust just a moment ago now gone cold. “We’re going to pick you up in ten minutes, so have a swimsuit on.”
My throat was dry, and I couldn’t swallow.
“If you’re not ready, we’ll get you ready, even if it takes all four of us,” he threatened. “And then, maybe, after the night is over, I’ll feel like giving you the phone number.”
He climbed off me and stood up, and I felt hands wrap around my arms and lift me off the ground.
And then I winced, feeling a hand wrap around my neck and pull me back into a hard chest as a whisper hit my ear. “You’re a horny little bitch,” Damon seethed. “You almost fucked him right here in front of us.”
I ground my teeth together and glared ahead.
“The little fight you put up was cute, though,” he said, sarcasm thick in his voice. “What else you got?”
And then he planted a hand on my back and shoved me forward, my feet stumbling to keep from falling.
I sucked in breath after breath, my stomach shaking and my nerves shot.
What else you got? He’d thrown my same words from today back at me. Son of a…
I squared my shoulders and charged straight for the elevator, not looking back.
Their game had changed. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know what to do next, but I needed to think faster.
A lot faster.
Three Years Ago
“HOW’S SHE FEELING UP THERE, BROTHER?” Damon called from the back. “She can come and sit with me if she wants.”
I heard Will’s breathy laugh and felt Michael’s hand tighten on my waist as I sat on his lap.
But he didn’t respond. Michael wouldn’t. From what I’d seen, he rarely indulged Damon’s childish antics.
Kai sped ahead with his chin tipped down, shooting me casual glances. “I don’t know. She looks pretty comfortable where she is,” he told Damon.
And I just stared out the front windshield, half-rolling my eyes at both of them. I didn’t enjoy being the butt of a joke. I hadn’t asked to sit here, after all.
But I couldn’t say I was itching to rush back to my own seat, either. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, heat covered my neck, and I had no desire to ever be anywhere else. My heart pounding so hard it hurt.
Every inch of my skin begged to feel his, and I wanted to turn around and straddle him and know what he felt like between my legs.
Gripping the support handle on the side of the window, I relaxed into his chest, feeling it rise and fall behind me.
He continued texting on his phone with his left hand, acting like I wasn’t there, but the tension in his arm wrapped around my waist told me otherwise.
I spotted Kai stealing a sideway glance at me, something unreadable in his eyes.
“Have you decided what you’d like to do?”
I twisted my head back, looking at Michael. “Me? What do you mean?”
He finished his text, his eyes downcast at me and his warm breath falling on my face. “You get to pull a prank, too.”
Will came up from behind, peeking over Michael’s seat. “Think of the movie The Crow,” he pointed out. “We could rob some stores, burn down the town, murder a young couple…”
I pinched my eyebrows together, not finding that funny.
Damon spoke up from the back. “She’s a fucking lightweight. I didn’t come all the way back to town this weekend to egg cars.”
Will hooded his eyes, smirking at me. “That’s so 2010. I’m sure she can come up with something better than that.”
“I’m sure it won’t be hard,” I teased. “You haven’t exactly set a high standard.” And then I peered around at them, amusement pulling at my lips. “Is this all the Horsemen do on Devil’s Night? Because I must say, you don’t do the stories justice.”
“Ohhhh, she did not say that!” Will howled, smiling.
Michael’s sexy grin rose to the challenge. “Well, well, well, it seems Erika Fane is unimpressed, Gentlemen.
Damon remained quiet, but I saw a flicker from the back as he lit a cigarette, and Kai smiled, focusing on the road but listening.
“You didn’t like the fire?” Michael nudged, mischief in his eyes.
“It was cool.” I shrugged. “But anyone could’ve done it. What was the point?”
I remained nonchalant, enjoying taking part in a conversation even if it was just teasing. Of course, I wasn’t try to insult him.
Michael’s eyes thinned, regarding me. “What was the point?” he asked, but I could tell he was just thinking out loud.
“Hey?” Michael called out. “She wants to know what the point was.”
I heard laughter and turned to Kai, who had his arm steel-rod straight on the wheel as we sped down the road.
He glanced at me, waggling his eyebrows, but then he jerked the wheel to the right, and I yelped as all of us jostled in our seats. I shot out my hands, holding the support bar with both of them as we swayed side to side, the car derailing onto a small, narrow gravel road.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. What the hell was he doing?
Before I knew it, he’d stopped the car, killed the engine, and turned off the headlights. The inside of the car fell completely silent.
“What the hell?” I burst out. “What are you doing?”
“What are we doing?” Michael corrected.
Kai turned his head to me, pressing his finger to his lips.
I was afraid to breathe.
We sat there for several seconds, and I was so confused, but I didn’t want to annoy them with more questions. What were we doing here, in the dark, hidden on a gravel road? And I still didn’t understand why I was on Michael’s lap.
And then my ears perked up, hearing it.
Sirens.
Everyone in the car turned their heads to look out the back window, and within seconds, flashes of red, blue, and white flew past on the bit of highway we could still see. Two fire trucks and five police cruisers.
Will started laughing, his deep, boisterous bellow like it was Christmas morning.
The vehicles passed by, continuing down the highway, and the forest turned dark and quiet again.
I turned my eyes on Kai. “You called them? That’s what you were doing on the phone.”
He grinned, nodding. “Of course they think there’s about five fires going on up there instead of just one.”
Five? Why would he have lied when he called it in?
Michael must’ve seen the puzzled look on my face. “We needed as many police out there as possible.”
“Why?”
But he just rolled his eyes at me, turning to Kai. “Show her.”
Kai started the engine, and I grasped the support bar again as he backed out of the narrow inlet at top speed. I bounced around in Michael’s lap until he wrapped his arm around my waist again, holding me still.
Kai shot the car into first gear and laid on the gas, speeding down the dark road as Nonpoint’s Bullet With a Name filled the car.
He punched into third, fourth, and then fifth gear, and within seconds, I spotted four massive headlights ahead. I inched closer to the windshield, seeing that they were trucks.
Two of them. Dump trunks.
Will’s excited noises s
ounded from the back, while Michael and Kai both put down their windows. I cast a nervous glance at Michael, and I couldn’t explain what I saw in his eyes. Heat. Thrill. Anticipation.
His gaze fell to my lips, and his grip tightened on my waist.
“Hold on,” he said softly.
I tore my eyes away, gripping the support bar, as I watched the front of the car drift into the middle of the road.
What was Kai doing?
My breathing turned shallow, and I shot my eyes up, seeing the two trucks spread apart to the outside, driving half on the road and half on the shoulder.
Their headlights shined brighter and brighter, and I breathed hard, seeing them get closer and closer.
And then all of a sudden, I widened my eyes, feeling Michael’s finger graze my stomach, back and forth, nice and slow.
Oh, God.
I couldn’t help it. I arched my back, pressing my ass into him, and staring ahead at the trucks coming at us.
I heard his groan, and then his phone hit my ankle where he dropped it. His hand left my stomach and came up to wrap around the front of my neck, pulling me back to him as his other hand gripped my waist.
“Knock that off,” he whispered in my ear, sounding out of breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
His hand tightened around my neck, and I dragged my bottom lip in between my teeth, feeling my pulse throb in my neck and hearing it in my ears.
Fuck. I squirmed despite his warning.
The trucks started honking and the lights flashed at us, and I whimpered, fear racing under my skin and my stomach flipping again and again.
“Jesus,” Michael whispered in my ear, slipping his hand under my sweatshirt to my stomach again. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
He breathed hard in my ear, and I squeezed my eyes shut, lights flashing, and then my breath caught in my throat and the trucks blew past, horns honking and gusts of wind bursting through the open windows, blowing my hair.
“Fuck yeah!” Will shouted, holding up the same phone from before and recording.
Damon laughed, and Kai slowed the car. Michael released his grip on my neck, everyone spinning their heads around to peer out the back window.
Kai stopped the car in the middle of the road, and I sucked in air, watching in confusion as the trucks both turned inward toward the road, stopping to face each other, grill to grill.
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