Page 84 of A Murderous Crow
She gasped, “In acemetery?”
I laughed, and said, “You’re agreeing to let us hunt and strip you in the dark, and it’s doing it in thecemeterythat’s got you hitting the ‘pause’ button?” I asked.
“I mean…” she scoffed and rolled her eyes and asked, “Doesn’t that increase the likelihood of us getting caught?”
I shook my head, “Hangman is the live-in caretaker, and any calls or complaints would come to him. It’s handled. If anything, it monumentallydecreasesthe likelihood anyone outside of us will see you or catch you out.”
“Okay,” she said thoughtfully, and then nodded.
“Okay?” I asked.
She smiled and nodded once, happily, “Okay.” She agreed, and I pulled her in and kissed her thoroughly.
I’d been fantasizing about doing something like this for a long fucking time.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Savannah…
It was dark, and the slight breeze held the kiss of fall along with the damp and green smell of the nearby river.
The branches of the trees swayed in the slight wind, rattling like bones, the Spanish Moss swaying like the tattered remains of a wedding dress.
I wasn’t sure if Bonaventure had a ghost bride legend, or a woman in white. I know that it held the grave of little Gracie Watson, but she didn’t haunt her grave that I knew of, but rather a bank downtown… or at least that is what Lainey had said at dinner. She was some kind of a ghost tour guide and enthusiast, I guess.
It was cool, but not cold, but I was sure that as soon as my clothes started coming off, it would definitely get cold…
Was I really doing this?I asked myself, and the surge of excitement in my breast said,absolutely.
I stepped over the threshold of the gate that Hangman held open, and shivered but not with the chill on the air, but rather anticipation.
The rules were simple; I got a head start, a full minute, to run and to hide. After a minute, the men fanned out. The goal was to avoid them, butespeciallyavoid Corvus for as long as possible.
If I was caught, I lost an article of clothing, and I was subjected to light foreplay – the men’s choice. No penetration, though. No fingers, no cocks, nothing inside me except maybe a tongue from a deep kiss.
I didn’t quite know how to feel about that, but Corvus had asked me to do it for him… I’d reluctantly agreed on that front, but voiced my unease, which had seemed to please him in some way.
“Off you get,” Hangman said when I lingered inside the gate for a hair too long. I looked at him and he smiled warmly, through his longish beard and said, “Clock’s ticking.”
“Run rabbit ruuuuuunn!” someone called out behind me, and I bolted, into the dark, sprinting for everything I was worth up the center drive, before darting off to the right along one of the walking paths. I carefully stealthed between mausoleums and tall grave markers, and surreptitiously tucked myself behind one of the gnarled oaks, trying to catch my breath.
I heard echoing laughter from up front, and heard the boys fan out, slight whistling calls flitting between graves and trees, as I stayed still and listened to them advance.
I swallowed, and worked on controlling my breathing, to quiet it, and bring it down so I could listen but my heart still thundered in my chest, the blood rushing in my ears.
A branch snapped, entirely too close, and I froze, listening, ears straining, and when I heard a rustle, I ducked low and took off, running up the path in the opposite direction, dodging onto the gravel and sand drive as a shadow loomed off to my left. Isprinted, rushing through the night past the arch with Jesus and the beautifully carved marble woman sitting near him.
I slowed down, looking back, and ran right into a wall of muscle and leather in front of me. I’d been so focused on who may be coming up behind me, I’d forgotten to remain situationally aware of what was in front of me and around me.
Uh-oh.
Hands went to my elbows to steady me, and I looked up into a wicked smile, very white teeth set in a scruffy jaw, shadowed with deep dark hair. Equally dark eyes penetrated into my very soul as Synister thrust his leg between mine, making me rise to my toes. I swallowed hard and he said, “Got you little rabbit.”
“So, you do,” I whispered.
“I’ll take this,” he said lowering me to my feet, his hands leaving my waist to pluck at the buttons of the shirt I’d stolen from Corvus.
“Okay,” I stammered carefully.
