Page 70 of Blood

“Play with me?” he asks, his nose running along mine.

My body heats. Something tells me he’s not talking about Clue. Shyly, I nod.

Desire pools in his eyes as he stares down at me for just a second. His cock hardens where he presses it against my core.

“Hide-and-seek. I’m going to give you two minutes.”

“And if you find me?” I ask breathily.

Kaleb chuckles, the vibrations making my mouth form an O.

“When I find you,” he corrects, “I’m going to fuck you like you’re not my world. Rough.” He shoves his hips into mine. “Harshly.” He nips at my neck. “All-consuming,” he swears, pulling the hair at the nape of my neck.

“If,” I taunt.

Kaleb pushes up onto his hands, drawing back onto his knees just enough for me to slither my way from beneath him.

“Time starts now.”

My mind races with the best place to hide, but Kaleb sits in the middle of the living room with his eyes closed. Anywhere downstairs is a no because he’ll hear me. So I turn and run, taking the stairs two at a time.

“Don’t fall!” Kaleb calls out sharply.

“Cheat!” I yell back, grinning when I see him looking at me with a worried expression.

He gives me a cheeky smile.

My two minutes aren’t even up yet, and my body is already slick and waiting. But I’m not making it that easy for him.

I run up the next flight of stairs, making sure to be loud about it. Stopping halfway, I slide down the banister, cursing when I nearly slip backward. Silently, I hurry to our parents’ room at the end of the first floor.

Just as I close the door, I catch a glimpse of Kaleb rushing up the stairs to this floor and continuing up the next flight. I leave the door open a crack to make sure he’s gone.

Happy, I switch rooms, running across the hall to the one we’ve spent the last few nights in. Kaleb’s bedroom.

The rumpled sheets greet me, and even hours after we got up, the room still smells like sex.

We really have been busy. I flush. My pussy pulses, more than ready for more, but my mind races at the best way to win.

“Samantha,” Kaleb sings from the upper floor, his boots thudding as he steps down each stair.

Shit.

He cleared that floor quicker than I thought he would. Spinning, I look for a place to hide. The bathroom?No. The closet?No. Under the bed? I bite my lip.Not this time. My eyes linger on the window.

Hmm.

Shimmying the wooden frame up, I peer out. The top of the porch roof is just below. I glance back at the door, hearing him clearing the rooms on this floor now.

Fuck it.

Laughing quietly to myself, I climb out onto the roof and carefully walk to the corner of the house.

He’ll never look out here.

Turning, I plant my ass on the wooden slats and crab crawl to the edge.

There’s a pillar directly below me on the other side of the porch roof.