Page 53 of Don't Scare Me, My Love

I hadn’t seen their plan coming. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of being double-crossed. When Jack suddenly fell to the ground, blood everywhere, just as I was about to propose an hour ago, I just accepted what was happening as real. My survival instincts took over, and I tried to save myself and, more importantly, Jason.

Knowing it was just a giant prank was a relief. The trouble they all went through so that Jason and I could celebrate our relationship only made it more obvious that Seastone wasn’t just the place I wanted to call my new home. It had already become home.

This was single-handedly the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced.

I had never felt more alive.

As I parkedmy minivan in front of Jason’s grandparents' closed hotel, the smell of burned wood and cold sweat still hung over us.

Jason leaned his head against the window, searching for my gaze. “Are we evil?”

His shirt, which had still been as clean as it could be when we left the cabin, was now covered in fake blood as well. Once we were back in my car, I showed him the blood capsules. When I told him they were edible and tasted like mint, he wanted to try them and popped one in his mouth. Of course, he let it drip all over him just like I had done. This wouldn’t have been a problem if we hadn’t gone to the bonfire with Jack, Alex, and Dany. As soon as we arrived, Jason couldn’t help but use almost all of them to scare the people around us.

“I think they all thought we were hired actors,” I replied to put his mind at rest.

A smile crept across his face. “Yeah, when you pretended to hit me…”

The image flashed through my mind. He had asked me to fake punch him, and when I did, he stumbled forward and pulled out his prosthetic. The screams from the people around us were hilarious. “Okay, maybe weareevil.”

“Evil together.” He smiled at me, his lips still red with fake blood.

I leaned over and kissed him becausewhat the hell did it matter? He still tasted like mint.

When I pulled my head back, Jason couldn’t stop beaming. “Shall we go inside?” he asked. “We still need to fully seal the deal.”

“Fuck, yes. Finally.” I pulled the door handle and jumped out of the car.

As soon as we entered the foyer, I stripped naked and got down on my knees. Jason’s clothes came off so quickly that, for a moment, I felt like a Witcher who had cast a spell on him. His hard dick was sticking out from behind the waistband of his boxer briefs. The fake blood had seeped through his shirt, staining his chest red as well, and,fuck, the sight made my cock twitch.

If I had told my old self from a year ago, I would end up naked in a closed hotel, staring at my fiancé’s hard dick after we’d both hired fake killers to chase us through the woods, I’d have patted myself on the back for having such an incredible life.

Jason stripped off his boxer briefs and stepped in front of me. His dick was only an inch away from my mouth, and his musky scent made me take in an extra breath, even though my lungs were already full of air. He stared down at me, his cock partially blocking my view of his face. The ring on his finger flashed at me as he reached out with his right hand to stroke my cheek.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you tried to protect me,” he said. His thumb trailed over my lips, pulling them apart. “You deserve a reward for that, but unfortunately, I have to keep you waiting a minute longer.”

He walked down the hall past the reception desk, motioning for me to follow him. I was back on my feet in a hurry. He led me into our bathroom. He turned on two adjacent showers and jumped to the side to avoid being hit by the ice-cold water. I’ve made the same leap many times myself. As nice as it was that the water was always cold up here in the mountains in the summer, it was terrible in the colder seasons.

Jason came over and wrapped his arms around me, trapping our hard dicks between us as he pressed his stomach against mine. “The minute’s almost up.”

It was only now that I realized he would not wait untilafterthe shower to fuck me.

He led me to the water, holding out his hand to check the temperature. A grin appeared on his face as he stepped back, pulling me with him.

When the stream hit me, I inhaled sharply. The water wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm either. The tiles beneath us turned red as the fake blood was washed off our bodies.

Jason pulled me against him, his warm skin making up for the cooler water. He grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. His tongue searched for mine before his teeth found my lower lip and playfully bit into it.

When the water finally enveloped us in a blissful warmth, he spun me around so that I was facing the tiles. His hands moved over my back, arms, chest, and ass, making sure that every inch was wet.

He rested his chin on my collarbone, his teeth teasing my earlobe. “Imagine if it had rained today.” He pressed his dick against my ass. His fingers moved down my stomach, grasping my erection. “Us, out in the woods, alone in the rain.” He ran his fingers up and down my shaft. “What do you think of the idea of us fucking in the woods?”

My knees buckled. “Risky.”

“Should we put it on the list?” He let go of my dick and leaned toward the handle, turning off the shower I was standing under. The plop of a soap bottle being opened echoed through the bathroom. He squeezed some of it into his hand and rubbed it until it lathered.

Starting at my shoulders, his hands took their time, soaping every inch of my back as if that alone satisfied him. His hands moved over my shoulder blades, down my spine, and between my legs. As his fingers worked their way to my junk, I turned to face him so he could explore my front as well. He slid up anddown my shaft, getting soap everywhere. After another thirty seconds of massaging my dick, I knew where this was going. It was never about the soap.

Under his curious eyes, I reached for the shower gel. He watched my every move, never taking his hands off my dick.

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