Page 56 of Come Back To Me
“I’m kidding, geez. I know you two won’t be gone that long anyway.”
“No, the store’s just down the road,” Gabe sputters.
My friends wave me goodbye and I wander close to the fire, going still when I catch a man in a Jason mask watching me. I cut through the crowd and enter the house again. Looking back, I don’t see the Jason guy standing in the spot he was just in. A shiver runs through me when I walk forward and he’s leaning against a wall only three feet away. Is he following me?
I look around me, and when my gaze falls back on him, he points a finger in my direction.
“Me?” I ask, pressing a hand to my chest.
He nods, slowly and unmistakably. Swallowing the anticipation building in my throat, I go back outside andsuddenly the fresh air is too thick. I suck in deeper breaths, releasing each one slower than the last. I sit in the first chair I see, and he isn’t anywhere I look at first. I drop my head to my phone and see a message waiting for me, and my heart does this stupid pitter-patter thing when I see the last message I got from Gareth.
Sexy Husband:If you need me there with you tonight, I’ll figure out a way.
I look up again and he’s in front of the fire, cocking his head and watching me. Reclining in the chair, I keep my gaze on his, and he crooks his fingers. He’s calling to me. Signaling me to come to him. I shake my head and cross my ankles, relaxing more where I am.
He points to the ground in front of him, stepping closer to me, and I turn my face away. I check my phone again, hoping for more messages but none ever come. Someone clears their throat from right next to me, and when I lift my face, nd adrenaline rush shoots right through me. He’s only inches away now, waving at me with a gloved hand and cocking his head again.
I wait for him to say something. Anything. He doesn’t and only shuffles closer. His hand is hovering over my shoulder, and he squeezes the cup in his hand. It’s Gareth. My Gareth. I didn’t say bye to him because I wanted him to need it so badly he’d come to find me without me telling him to.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I say loud enough for him to hear over the music.
No response. Only the same hard stare and another shuffle of his body. He’s looming over me now.
“Gareth?”
He moves his head from side to side, stroking his chin. He’s not ready for me to be certain it’s him yet, and I’m not sure I am either. I slide my chair over, sidestepping with my feet, and he follows. Jumping from my chair, I speed walk back inside andmove through a group of dancing friends, looking to see if mine have returned yet. They aren’t anywhere I look, and as I’m on my way to look for Leo’s car outside, the man in the Jason mask appears again. He’s blocking my way.
I back up, breaths sharp with each one I take, and I weave through more people, darting to the bathroom. There’s luckily no line, and only one person needs to use it aside from me. They sidestep around me as I switch places with them. I lock the door behind me, my face heating, and I’m breaking a sweat all over. Turning on the sink and avoiding my reflection, I splash water on my face.
My skin tightens on my bones when the shower-curtain rings scrape over the metal rod. My head slowly moves, eyes following where the heavy breathing is coming from.
More of his white mask is revealed as he pulls the curtain over further. He’s staring without talking again, breaths hitching, and his eyes rake over my body. They’re heavy with heat and they . . . they belong to the only man I ever want looking at me that way.
“Gareth,” I say again.
He shakes his head, stepping onto the floor and closing in on me. He pins me to the sink, looking down at me with his hand sliding down the center of my body.
“What are you doing?”
He spins my body around, slamming my front hard against the porcelain. My eyes lock onto my reflection. My makeup is messy in some places, glasses slanted over my eyes. He pulls open the back of my one piece, sliding his fingers down it to reveal more than my back. Cool air hits my ass cheeks, and he tugs on the band on my jock strap.
“No. I don’t—wait.” He pulls a handkerchief from out of nowhere and wraps it over my mouth. I swing back at him and he holds my wrists down on the sink, rubbing his hard cock over my crack.
“Let me go.” He shakes his head and is he smiling under the mask? Arousal spills inside me and flames lick at my skin when he grips the back of my arms and lowers himself behind me. His hot breath trails over my crack and he spreads my cheeks, breaching my hole with the tip of his tongue.
I don’t realize I’m rocking back and forth until his nails are digging into my skin to keep me from moving too much. He laps at my seam and sucks on my pucker, making slurping sounds. His mouth and tongue make squelching, wet sounds. They’re so hot, and I forget about the potential danger I could be in, smiling at myself as I press back on his darting tongue. Adding a finger, he opens me wider to make room for his tongue to go deeper. It’s flattening in me, wiggling. He alternates between licking, feasting, fucking, and nibbling on the outer skin. My body loses grip on the earth and I briefly forget where I am, not caring as long as he’s coming with me.
I moan, and he makes sounds too that vibrate over my sensitive areas. I shake and writhe. “Gareth,” I gasp out. “I wanted you to be here with me tonight and I hope you know I did.”
“You can always count on me, pumpkin bear.” He dives back in between my cheeks, and I’m held hostage by every sensation bursting inside me. I reach for my cock, and with two tugs I’m coming while my head crashes into the mirror. That’s going to leave a big-ass bruise tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I see right now is me and him as he’s yanking off his mask and lifting my head up to get to my neck.
There’s a bang at the door. “Ry-Ry, you in there?”
“Yeah,” I say, sounding only half human. “I got a little sick from too much beer. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Want me to come in?” Leo’s voice tightens.
I look at the wet spots on the front of my outfit and shake my head. “No. I’m fine. Is my jacket in your car?”
