Page 71 of Blood

It’s not the first time I’ve snuck out of this house.

With a grin, I turn onto my hands and knees, moving backward until my legs hang off one by one, my hands holding the edge of the roof.

I hear movement above me at the window, but I dare not look in fear of falling.

Wrapping my legs around the pillar, I slide down the short distance to the porch banister.

Hopping off, I breathe a sigh of relief. I may have snuck out that way before, but I’ve also fallen off that way before too. My late teens were . . . interesting.

I cockily skip to the porch stairs, but the minute my foot touches the first step, the front door flies open.

“I know you didn’t just go out of that fucking window.”

Oh shit!

I jump down all the steps, landing in a crouch, my hands bracing my fall. I feel like a frog.A scared frog.

“No! You’re imagining things. Old age is getting to you!”

Probably shouldn’t poke the bear, but I can’t help myself when it comes to Kaleb Cromwell.

“Samantha Cromwell, you’re going to have a red ass as well as a sore pussy when I’m finished with you.”

I almost come at his words. Kaleb has spanked me many times over the years, but never in a way that’s meant to be enjoyed. The idea of him doing it while inside me has me faltering in my attempt to hide behind Daniel’s truck.

Dropping to my knees, I search for Kaleb’s feet.

“You’re just making this harder for yourself.”

“I don’t know. You look pretty hard,” I sass, commenting on the tent in his sweats.

Kaleb chuckles as I crawl around the truck. Dropping lower, I try to see where he went again. I look left and right, but he’s disappeared.

“Find what you’re looking for?”

I scream at the sudden sound of his voice next to my ear.

With a shit-eating grin, Kaleb hauls me to my feet.

“You’re in big trouble, little girl,” he growls.

It’s as if he presses factory reset. My mind goes blank, and I no longer control my body. I stand pressed face-first against the side of the truck while Kaleb opens the door.

My lungs remind me to breathe as he pushes me down over the bench seat. My toes can barely touch the ground, the gravel just scraping the tip of my sneakers.

Kaleb makes quick work of my sweats. I look back in time to see his join mine, bunched at our ankles.

He doesn’t prep me, not that he needs to—my body is more than ready for him.

We both cry out as he pushes his way into me. Reaching out, I claw at the black seat, desperate to find any kind of perch, any sort of leverage as Kaleb’s hips attack mine.

True to his words, he fucks me like I don’t matter. The sound of skin hitting skin penetrates the winter air.

Hot and cold take turns rushing over my body every time he pulls away, and I’m exposed to the elements.

Pain and warmth suddenly ignite in my right ass cheek, followed by the sound of his hand connecting with my flesh. Like my brain can’t register the feel until I’ve heard the sound.

My pussy quivers.