Page 39 of Strike & Score
He doesn’t say anything else. There’s nothing left to say, and I toss my phone on my desk. I don’t need it tonight, I know where Mayson’s going to be, and she’s not leaving my sight. Hell, she’s not going to get away from me once I catch her later.The only plan I have has to do with a mask, her, and the forest that surrounds our house.
She’s at her friends right now, but I know they’ll be back soon, and I’m going to be ready. I’m already on edge when I hear some of my teammates bursting through my front door, already being obnoxious shits, especially Reyes. The loud fucker.
Music starts blasting and more people start to show up. Even though everyone is in costumes, I recognize most of my teammates. A majority of the girls didn’t even try with their costumes, just the cliché lingerie and some sort of animal ears or lace masks.
I have my skull mask on. It hides everything except my eyes as I stand back against the far wall facing the front door, just waiting for Mayson. I’m in a black hoodie and dark jeans, arms folded across my chest as I glare in the same direction looking for that one particular woman.
My woman.
I noticed Reyes and Mads are both in masks as well. Those two were the only ones I had to double take to figure out who they were. Of course as soon as I heard Mads’ accent I knew right away it was him.
My attention falls to the door currently opening and the group that walks in. Front and center is none other than the one I’ve been waiting on. Her dark brown hair falls over her shoulders in waves as she wears a dress that’s so tight it looks like it’s molded to her, and splattered in fake blood. I have no idea what or who she’s trying to be, but I don’t give a fuck. I plan to have it shredded by the end of the night anyway.
She’s got some of her teammates with her, and I stay back, just watching and waiting for the right moment. She gets drinks, laughs, but I make sure she doesn’t talk to any of the guys around here. She doesn’t seek me out, which I’m bothhappy about and pissed off because she should want to know where I am.
I let her have her fun for a little while, but not too much. She can never have too much fun unless it’s with me.
When she goes to get her third drink, I decide it’s time to step in. I may have drugged her that first night, but I didn’t touch her. I want her aware and an extremely active participant when I fuck her again. I crowd against her back at the kitchen counter, pressing my hips into her perky ass as I lean down to speak into her ear so she can hear me over the noise.
“Don’t even think about it,” I threaten.
Mayson turns her head to the side so I can see her profile, the fake smeared blood on her jaw and onto her neck makes me want to lick it off. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
“We both know that’s a fucking lie.” I thrust my hips forward to push her even harder against the counter. I swear I hear the smallest little mewl come from her lips. “Here’s what you’re going to do, if you want to be my good fucking girl tonight. You’re going to go outside without drawing attention to yourself.”
“Oh, that’s not going to work for me.” She sighs, turning around even though I don’t move away from her at all so her chest is now completely against mine. “See, you said if Iwantto be a good girl, and I don’t. Especially not foryou.”
I chuckle. “That’s not what you said the other day.
“A moment of insanity.”
“Nah, that was the truth baby deer. You’re going to be my prey. Now you can make this easy, or you can continue to pretend to fight me.”
She glares at me, and I see that she’s conflicted, but I also know she’s going to give in.
“Either go outside, or I have no problem chasing you out there right now.”
She clenches her jaw, slams her cup down on the counter, and glances over at something behind me. “Let me grab a knife first.”
“I’d let you cut me up if that’s what it takes.” I wink.
“You’re fucking awful.”
“You can keep insulting me, I like that too.”
“Ugh,” she groans, pushing at my chest, and I let her move me back a step just to see what will happen.
Either she’s going to listen, or she’s going to make me chase her out of here. I don’t mind either option. I’m going to have my fun, and despite what she might think, she’s going to have some too.
She storms over to the front door, not doing a great job of not drawing attention to herself, but I don’t care. She goes outside, and I follow. My eyes stay glued to her ass in that skin tight white dress with the red splatters all over it, and I want to get her even dirtier. I want to see her skin covered in the fake blood, dirt plus my cum and spit. I want her fucking filthy.
The thought has me stomping forward, following her out into the cool night air. There’s a few people out front smoking, but I don’t pay any attention to them because my eyes are focused on my stepsister who’s walking toward the dark trees.
My eyes catch on another one of my masked teammates following someone out in a similar direction as me, and I see I’m not the only one with this idea, but I can’t blame him either. Who doesn’t like a little primal play?
Halloween is the best time for it. Masks, mystery, and the allure of being whoever you want to be. Even though with her I want to be Colin and Mayson, and I want her to feel the same. Which is why I want her screaming my name loud enough the entire party can hear her from out here.
She glances back over her shoulder. I see the moment she notices how I’m stalking close behind and her pace picks up.She stumbles slightly on the wedge heels she has on her feet, and I’m waiting for her to ditch them in the dirt.
