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It’s yours now. Use it well. No one else knows, do not tell. When you’re done, pass it on. The Carfax Room hides us from what we want gone.
Taking one last look around, I left, locking the room again and leaving so as not to press my luck. For all I knew, this was Father Behr’s secret place to be the real him and that dress was his.
Will’s truck flashed in my memory—the smell and the feel of him next to me. But after a few moments, I couldn’t think of anything. I couldn’t remember anything. No green eyes. No beautiful smile. No warm arms around me. My glasses spilled to the floor and then…something wet dripped into my eye. After a few moments, I couldn’t even remember his face.
How did that girl always do this to me? She had me about ready to break and go ask her for it instead. I knew she wouldn’t come to my room last night after I’d left her in the drawing room. I knew that. I just hoped I was wrong. God, I wanted her. I could chalk it up to being without a woman for so long, but no…it was Emory Sophia Scott and how good her smiles felt. All the frowns were worth the trouble for just one smile.
From the moment I’d laid eyes on her, everything about her turned me on and there wasn’t a single way I didn’t dream about fucking her. It was an obsession from the start.
She was moody, intolerant, judgmental…and while I knew exactly where her distrust and hard heart came from, she refused to warm toward me after all this time. If she hadn’t by now, she wouldn’t. Loving a guarded girl, I had realized, was a pyrrhic victory. The rare moments of happiness came at too great a cost.
“Going hunting soon?” “Yeah.” He sighed. “You coming?” “Maybe.” I could use some fresh air, but I wasn’t leaving her in the house alone, either. I sat a few feet away, the heat coating my skin like a blanket.
Normally, I’d run. I’d escape into my phone or a book or another room. Normally, I’d— But just then…he was there. And I stopped. He leaned against the wall, surrounded by his friends, away from the crowd and looking amazing in a black suit with a white shirt and no tie. He hadn’t seen me yet, and I waited, suddenly paralyzed.
And maybe he was finally realizing that I wasn’t worth the trouble. But to my surprise, he pushed off the wall, coming toward me with a soft smile playing on his lips.
“Part of my costume,” I explained. I searched his eyes, unable to look away, because just the sight of him made my heart ache. I had one night. Just one night with him. “You didn’t dress up?” I asked. His green eyes held mine. “I didn’t want to make it hard for you to find me.”
“I actually don’t know how to dance,” I told him. I’d never done this before. Taking my waist, he pulled me in, and I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapped round his neck. “Put your feet on mine,” he said. Without argument, I stepped up on his shoes in my pink heels, happy to just hold on. Tipping
stepping small enough for me to easily follow. “You look beautiful,” he said. “Despite that nasty spill you took down the rocks at Cold Point.”
I hugged his arm, still shaking with laughter. He turned, smiling as he gazed into my eyes. “I love seeing you laugh.”
“Sure,” he said. “It’s like Edward McClanahan and Blackchurch and EverNight. Another Thunder Bay urban legend.” I turned my head, looking up at him. “What’s Blackchurch?” “A house.” He shrugged. “Supposedly.”
He continued, “No one knows where it is, if it’s even real, but stories abound of rich, young men who can’t behave being ferried away there to be hidden.” He’d hesitated, like he couldn’t think of a better word. “Hidden?” I pressed.
He looked at me and started laughing. “It’s not real, Em. Just bullshit people like to spew because we’re bored.” He took some more candy, sticking it into his mouth. “And if it did exist, my parents would never send me there. Everyone loves me.” I shot him a look. He was too self-aware. But came off adorable.
I took another bite of cotton candy but noticed Will still looking down at me. He stared at my arm, pensive. “Doesn’t seem like makeup,” he mused, reaching out to touch the bruise.
Cool air tickled my bare breasts, making the skin of my nipples tighten and harden as his gaze fell and his lungs caved.
He dove in, grazing my lips with his, but not kissing, as I propped up my foot on the front of the car, arching my back and opening myself for him. He rubbed me, soft and slow, between my thighs, teasing again and again as he worked his fingers inside to my clit.
He slid a finger farther down, teasing my entrance, but I grabbed his hand through my dress, stopping him. He tensed, his brow knit in pain. “Emmy…” “Not your fingers,” I whispered. “You. I want you in me.”
I laughed in his ear as I nibbled his lobe. “Get us out,” I begged. “I want you, and I’m not going to say no tonight.”
It was all bunched up and twisted. Shit. Will led me off the ride, took off his jacket, and put it around me before pulling me in a sprint across the park.
My heart sank. “My brother,” I breathed out. I didn’t bring my phone. How did he know I was here? “What the hell?” Will cursed. “Why does everything want to stop us?” “Find us a place,” I pleaded. “Hurry.”
He grabbed the back of my neck, pressing his lips to my forehead, and then looked around. If Martin saw me with him, it would be over. I didn’t care if it was in a game booth or in a Tilt-A-Whirl car. I needed him.
I moaned, opening my mouth for him and feeling his damn tongue all the way down between my legs. Dipping low, he lifted me by the backs of my thighs, and I winced at the pain in my body, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t stopping this. He carried me down the aisle, my legs wrapped around him.
“Ah, Em,” he moaned. Reaching the back of the bus, the long bench seat in the last row looming underneath me, he dropped me to my feet and unzipped my dress, never leaving my mouth. He pulled down the top, the dress hanging at my waist as his hands ran all over my naked back and he kissed my neck, holding me to him. “You’re mine,” he whispered in my ear.
“For tonight,” I retorted with a smile. He grabbed the back of my neck and covered my mouth, fierce and making me tingle to my toes. I worked the buttons on his shirt. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Jesus. Perfect golden skin. Toned arms, tight stomach, gorgeous pecs… Beautiful smile. Soft, funny, and sweet. Was this mine?
back and closing my eyes as he dipped down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Ah,” I moaned. He pushed up my skirt and reached underneath, taking my underwear and tugging.
“God, I wanna knock you up,” he said, rising up and looking down at me as he took out a condom. “I want to ruin you for all the times you made me think you didn’t want me. I want to give you a piece of me you’ll never be able to escape.”
“Then pretend you are,” I whispered. “Pretend you’re going to knock me up and we’re going to do this every day.”
“You’re going to have me tomorrow.” I rolled the rubber on, trailing kisses across his abs. “After school in your truck. Against the stacks in the library at lunch. Reverse cowgirl in your lap at the movie theater.”
“My sweet, little secret,” he murmured.
The thick head of his dick crowned my entrance, pushing inside just barely, and I shifted uncomfortably. “Will…” “You’ll be mine,” he whispered, pressing himself deeper and deeper. I groaned, stretching for him.
“You can ignore me. You can run,” he said, grunting and tipping his head back as he closed his eyes. “You can leave. You can hide…” He slid in, burying himself to the hilt and filling me so wide and deep that I cried out just once. “But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
“You’re gonna want it,” he promised, squeezing my neck. “You’re gonna beg for me and love me so much you can’t stand it.” He picked up the pace, my breasts bobbing back and forth as he went harder, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, his cock sliding in and out easily because I was so wet.
Reaching behind him, I slipped my hands inside his trousers, digging my nails into his ass and helping him come faster and harder. You’re gonna want it. I already do. You’re gonna beg for me and love me so much you can’t stand it.
“Will, I…” I gasped, feeling my orgasm crest and holding him as close as I could, but it was never enough. “Will, I...” “Will, what?” he pressed. But I squeezed my eyes shut, his head deep inside me hitting my spot over and over, and I cried out as the orgasm flooded me, the world spun around me, and my body wracked with euphoria and shivers. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…
He wanted to give me a piece of him I’d never escape, but he had a part of me I’d never get back. This would never be as good with anyone else. I was fucked, and he’d already had his revenge.
