Page 77 of Tainted Love
“Hey,” I tilt her chin so she’s looking up at me. “How could I forget about you? You just gave me the best night of my freaking existence.”
Even in the forest’s darkness, I can still see the rosy hue of her heated cheeks. “Mine, too.”
“Come on,” I lace my hand in hers. “We better get back or they’re going to get suspicious.”
Jas groans. “I can’t believe they all had to come. This was supposed to be our special goodbye.”
“I know, but there’s no way Greg and Kathy would let you camp down here alone with only me and Benny.” I nudge her shoulder with mine, giving her a sly grin as I take my own large pull from the whiskey. Putting on a falsetto voice, I mimic our foster mother. “We might corrupt you with our debauchery.”
“Oh, heavens to Betsy,” Jas says with a terrible Southern accent as she clutches at her non-existent pearls. “Not your debauchery. Whatever would I do?”
We both crack up laughing and finish off the last of the bottle as we trudge back through the forest. She tenses as we get near to the old miner’s cottage at the edge of the Ferguson’s property and a low roll of thunder rumbles in the distance. “I wish I didn’t have to share a bedroom with Madeline on my own when you and Oli leave. She scares the fuck out of me.”
I don’t say anything. I’ve hated the fact that my twin sister and Jas have shared a room with the psychopathic bitch for the last two years, but neither of them knows about my history with our foster sister. And I plan on keeping it that way.
The sound of voices reaches us through the trees, and I drop Jas’s hand before we reach the pile of branches we gathered for the fire I stashed close—it was our ruse for getting away. I load her arms up with firewood before grabbing the rest for myself.
“What took you so long?” Benny’s younger brother Nick asks when we step into the clearing.
“We got lost,” I say with a shrug.
He’s lying in front of the fire, his head rests in Madeline’s lap. She’s sitting between Sam’s legs—one of our other foster brothers—with her back resting against his chest. I glance over at Benny and I wonder how he’s feeling right now, because I know for a fact that she snuck into his bed last night. His jaw is tight as he sits opposite the trio, but otherwise, his body language gives nothing away.
I don’t know why he fucks her when he knows how toxic she is. He knows she’s sleeping with the other two guys, plus she was messing around with another foster brother, Dean, too, but he aged out last year, and we haven’t seen him since. There’s something seriously wrong with Madeline’s mental state, but I’m not calling her out.
Madeline watches Jas and me closely, so I drop my firewood and move over to sit with Benny, while Jas takes a seat on the opposite side of the fire. I try to keep my eyes off her, but it’s hard when all I really want to do is lose myself in her all over again.
Our first time was not as romantic as it could have been. We had to improvise since I seized the opportunity when it presented itself. No one else had been keen to tramp through the forest in the near darkness to search for firewood, so Jas and I had volunteered. We found a sort of abandoned crude bush cave that someone had built, and I laid my jacket over a pile of leaves to make it more comfortable for Jas than lying on the cold, hard ground.
The taste of her sweet pussy no longer lingers on my tongue after finishing the bottle of whiskey, but fuck, it was so good. The way her fingers tugged on my hair as she held me against her sweet spot had me almost blowing in my pants. My fingers were trembling like a leaf in a hurricane as I tried to roll on the condom. It was all slightly awkward, since neither of us had anyclue what we were doing, but Jas reassured me it didn’t hurt too badly.
The feel of her squeezing around my dick was like nothing I’d imagined, and I was impressed I’d been able to last as long as I did. Jas said it had felt good for her, too. I have no idea how I’m supposed to know, but I guess the way she shook underneath me and the sinful sounds escaping her perfect lips are enough to make me think I wasn’t terrible.
Fuck, I can’t wait to do it again. But being able to find time alone between now and next week is going to be near impossible. Especially with Madeline watching me like a jaguar ready to pounce on its prey.
“Let’s play a game,” the devil announces as she flicks her bleached-blonde hair over her shoulder, her calculated gaze locked on me. “Truth or dare.”
Chapter 43
Elias
GRAVEL CRUNCHES UNDER our tires as I turn onto the track leading into the bushland at the back of the Ferguson’s property. Unease settles into the pit of my stomach. We don’t know what we’re walking into, but when Benny showed me the photo of his three-year-old daughter bound and gagged, there was no turning back. I would not stand by and let an innocent child get hurt.
The clock on the dash blinks. 2:06 a.m. We made it here in record time thanks to the lack of traffic on the roads at this early hour. Bea has remained quiet since Benny and I refused to answer her question, but she hasn’t let go of my hand. I take comfort in the small sign of hope she might forgive me when she finds out what happened.
I haven’t been back in six years, and the overwhelming guilt causes bile to rise in the back of my throat. That I left Jas out here all alone.
“The turn-off is just up ahead,” Benny’s croaky voice breaks the silence.
“I know.”
Bea glances over at me, a mix of concern and fear mars herbeautiful face. I squeeze her hand, attempting to reassure her, but if I’m completely honest, I’m fucking terrified. The last time I was out here was the worst night of my life.
When I pull the car into park and shut off the engine, the silence is deafening.
“There are no other cars,” Bea notes, and her eyes search the darkness. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“I’m sure.” Benny is out of the car before I can convince him we need to come up with a plan.
