Dead of Summer

by A.J. Merlin

“Careful, baby girl,” Kayde sighs, though there’s no real threat in it. “Or you’ll hurt me?” It’s easier to be bold in the dark, when I can barely see the looming, blond consequences of my words glaring down at me. “Or I’ll pin you to that tree about six feet behind you and fuck you until you can’t walk. Doubt you want to get back to camp with me carrying you. Just think of how we’ll have to explain things to Kinsley and Liza when I go get you an ice pack or a heating pad for your soreness.” “Is that—” Somehow, I cut myself off. “Never mind.” “No, come on,” Kayde leans closer, cooing. “I want to hear what risky, bold thing you were about to say to me.” Well, fuck it, I suppose. “Is that a threat?” I lean into his hold, staring up at him. “Or a promise, Kayde?”