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Closer. Louder. Whoever’s coming up the road’s almost upon us.
I thrust my fingers inside her, sucking the slick, tight knot of her clit into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue, and she fuckingscreams. My mouth floods with the sweet taste of her. I fuck her with my fingers, driving them up at an angle, finding that trigger that will make her see stars, and that’s when the Winnebago roars past us.
The horn blares. Someone leans out of the window and yells something unintelligible, but I hold fast. Elodie bucks, startled, trying to cover herself, but I pin her by her hips, growling out a warning. “Finish it,” I command. “Fuck my hand, Elodie.Fuck it.”
I move fast, climbing her body. I press the heel of my palm between her legs, right up against her clit, rubbing her, and I pump my fingers harder still…
Elodie’s eyes roll back into her head. “Oh mygod.”Her hips work. I stare down and watch, completely fucking mesmerized, as my Little E grinds her pussy against my hand, her back arching off the hood of the car as she comes.
I have never been this turned on in my entire fucking life.
She reaches down between her legs and presses my fingers deeper inside her, driving my hand down onto her. “Fuck! Wren! Holy shhhhhhhh—” Her legs pull up toward her stomach. She rolls onto her side, pressing her forehead into my shoulder, shaking violently as she tries to survive the nuclear bomb that’s just gone off inside her head.
“Oh…my…god,” she pants. “Oh mygod.”
I dip down, nuzzling past her hair so I can kiss her neck. It’s here that I allow myself a smug as fuck smile, but only because she can’t see me. “Shhh. It’s okay.” She lets out a plaintive cry when I draw my fingers out of her. She falls onto her back, her cheeks adorably flushed, and blinks up at the patch of blue sky above us like she’s still in a daze.
“Those people in that Winnebago definitely saw us,” she says.
I lay on my back beside her, resting my hands on my chest. “Yeah. They definitely did.”
Laughing, she covers her face with her hands. “How did that even happen?Iwas the one who was trying to be bad withyou.”
Ahhh, Christ. This girl right here. I turn my head to the side, biting playfully on her earlobe. “You should know by now, Little E. You can try and be bad. But I canalwaysbe worse.”
Once she’s wriggled her cute ass back into her jeans, we get on the road. She complains bitterly that I won’t let her go down on me, but I know I’ll plough straight into a fucking tree if I let her anywhere near me. I have to swear that we’ll spend the rest of the night naked in my room back at Riot House in order to appease her.
We laugh and joke as I gun the engine, eager to get back. Everything feels so light and fuckingfree. That is, until we’re thirty minutes outside of Mountain Lakes and I catch Elodie crying out of the corner of my eye. Fat, desolate tears course one after the other down her cheeks, and my heart seizes in my chest.
“Jesus, E. What the fuck? What—what did—did Idosomething? What’s wrong?” I will literallykillmyself if I’ve fucking hurt her already.
“What you—did—to my—father,” she stutters, fighting for each word.
Fuuuuuuuck.
Everything sinks.
It was a risk, I knew that. I was prepared to deal with the consequences if she hated me for what I did. But the fear that wraps around my windpipe, choking me as I try not to veer off the road feels like it’ll be the end of me.
“You flew across—the world—” she gasps. “On your—birthday—”
“Elodie. Fuck.”
“And you hurt—a very dangerous man—because he—hurtme.”
“I’msofucking sorry.”
She takes my right hand off the wheel, lifts my arm, and scoots into my side, hiding her face into my chest as she cries even harder. “Don’t be sorry. It’s the—mostromanticthing in the—entire fucking world.”
36
ELODIE
One Week Later
The invite's black, flocked with a plush velvet design that feels like sin beneath my fingertips. The gold scrollwork etched into the thick card is gorgeous. I hold it up to the light, wondering when he slipped this under my door. Wren made no mention of inviting me to the party. There’s chatter all over the academy about it, but for some reason it hasn't even come up between us.
The residents of Riot House cordially invite Miss Elodie Stillwater to their fancy dress party, this Saturday at their humble home. 8 pm. Prizes for most creative costumes.
