Page 8 of Hold Your Breath

“So would you like Jace to call Archer and ask him to send in someone else?” Zac taunts.

“No,” Micah snaps, his hands balling into fists. “Maybe... I don’t fucking know.”

“She consented to this. Willow signed the waivers, and she never has to know it was you. She can live out her fantasies safely, but if you feel something more for her afterward, then we’ll tell her.”

“Once I step over the line, I don’t know if I can go back. Then what if she finds out and hates me?”

“I will fix it. It’s what I do,” I tell him.

Honestly, I think she needs people to build her up. I don’t know why her mother never did it—isn’t that what parents do for their kids? Mine did, and maybe it’s why I have all the self-confidence in the world. Which also helps in the nudity department. In fact, I’m surprised Micah or Zac haven’t forced me to put clothes on yet. I hate wearing them; I feel too restricted.

“It’s one night, so both of you come and watch. If you feel inclined, join in. If not, I’m happy to do all the work. But tell me, Brookie, wouldn’t sucking her juices off my hard cock turn you on?”

He whips his head around and narrows his eyes onme.

I smirk at him, and his gaze runs over my body, making me shiver, my cock already hard from his keen attention. “Don’t look at me like that. I need to go get everything ready. I have an Easter hunt to set up.”

“Of course you do,” Zac says.

I grab the duffle bag filled with goodies and tip it out on the bed next to Zac. He rolls onto his side, picks up the butt plug with the bunny tail attached, and chuckles. There is also a rabbit vibrator, and the remote to the vibrating egg I placed in her box, which I figure I’ll let Micah operate. I also have little plastic eggs with notes inside. I plan to give her fifteen minutes to find as many of these eggs as she can in the garden. They glow in the dark and shouldn’t be hard to locate, but whatever ones she finds, we will live out tonight.

“Who doesn’t like an adult Easter hunt before being chased by masked men and fucked hard? I know I wouldn’t be complaining,” I retort with a smirk.

Micah goes to get us a snack and Zac watches to see if she comes out of her room, while I resume snapping the eggs back together in preparation for tonight.

I’m going to prove to Micah he has feelings for her. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s always talked about her, and I don’t even think he realizes the little smile he gets when he mentions her name. If he still wants to be stubborn after this, he can go back to his life like nothing even happened.

Everything is ready. From our hiding spot behind a large shrub near the groundskeeper’s shed, we all stare at the screen of Micah’s phone. We watch as Willow takes a hesitant step outside the back terrace doors and fiddles with her outfit. I smirk, wondering exactly when she figured out the bunny outfit is crotchless. I wasn’t sure if it would push on too much of a limit for her, but figured I would give it a shot—having to take that costume off to fuck her would be a nightmare.

“Oh fuck,” Micah whispers.

Oh, fuck is right. Willow looks delicious, and I plan on eating bunny tonight.

On the terrace, I placed a basket with an envelope inside. She notices it right away and picks up the envelope, pulling out the letter. We watch as she reads it, the corners of her mouth curving up just a little.

She has fifteen minutes to collect as many of the glow-in-the-dark eggs as she can, and whatever is written inside she gets to experience tonight.

“Maybe we should test to see if she is wearing the little gift I left on her bed,” I say, and Micah pulls the remote from his pocket.

As he turns it on, Willow’s back goes ramrod straight and her eyes widen.

“I take that as a yes,” Zac says with a low chuckle.

Micah presses the off button, and her shoulders relax. She glances around and hesitates before snatching up the basket.

“Now we wait and watch. I have placed the eggs to lead toward the hedge maze. Once she reaches there, it’s game on.”

We slide our masks on but keep the glowing function off, sticking to the shadows and watching as she hunts for the eggs. She shivers and Micah turns on the remote, making her pause and white knuckle the basket handle.

“Something to warm her up a little,” Micah murmurs.

“Oh god,” she whimpers and her knees buckle. Fuck, she looks beautiful under the glow of the moon. Then she moves her hand to between her legs.

Shit. I pull out my phone and tap the security app. I set it up so I could send voice-overs directly to the sound system.

“No touching, Little Bunny.”

Her head whips up to search for my distorted voice. She spots an overhead speaker—the ones used for outside events.

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