Page 131 of Brutal Little Secrets

The others laugh. I drag in a breath. Damon was angry earlier. He mocked that we were a happy little family, but when his father called us family, Damon grew cold. The reality is, these three feel more like my family than anything I’ve had before. And yes, my mother dating Damon’s father made that possible.

They pull into the lot, and I climb off Damon’s bike. My skirt is black, and while he tried to put me in a bright colored top, I refused. I have on a tight black crop top. My panties are white and lacy, fragile things really, but that’s kind of the point.

I hand Damon the helmet as Cam’s arms engulf me from behind. My ponytail bounces as he lifts me off the ground and swings me around. My laughter fills the air.

He sets me down and turns me. His lips capture mine in a kiss that makes my toes curl. When he pulls away, he holds me out a little from him and takes in every inch of me.

“Fuck. I need you to play naughty teacher with me sometime, goody.” He cups my breast and my nipple hardens to a peak. “I’ll even let you use a ruler on me.”

I close in on him and look at him through my lashes. A little thrill goes through me at the possibilities. Do I want to play act with Cam? Absolutely. “You want me to punish you, Cam?”

His eyes light up and he grins. “Yeah.”

“If you want to keep your panties, little devil, I suggest you run.” Damon closes in on me. “Pussy or mouth. You catch her? You fuck her how you want to.”

Hawk touches my cheek, and I turn to him. “You need this to stop, say red. Need to pause, say yellow.”

“Like traffic lights.” I breathe them in, putting one hand on Cam’s chest and the other on Hawk’s waist. Damon looms over my back. I love being surrounded by them.

“You can fight us if you want, baby girl. We’re going to be rough with you.” Hawk’s words light me up inside.

Damon slides his hands beneath my skirt and pulls my hips back against his. “Are you wet for us?”

“Always,” I whisper.

His chuckle is delightfully dark. “Count of twenty. Twenty, nineteen.”

The numbers go down quickly as I take off. This time I have on sneakers, but I don’t think it’s going to help. I hurry through the trees and then force myself to slow my movements and hide, creeping from one location to the next and staying low.

My heart pounds in my ears, but I can still hear the numbers counting down to one. I freeze whenonerings out, and the only sounds are crickets, a lone owl, and the frantic beat of my heart.

Last time we did this, I was worried what it would feel like. Now I know, and it’s not going to hurt. It might, but not in the same way. I close my eyes and try to control my breathing, to slow my heart, and to listen for them.

The dried leaves should give them away, but I don’t hear anything. I bite my lip and turn to look through the forest, searching for moving shadows. My eyes have adjusted to the dark, but I don’t see anything moving.

Suddenly a shadow shifts in front of me. A hand covers my mouth before my scream can reach my throat. His other hand presses against my stomach, holding me against the tree. My eyes are wide, but I can’t make out the figure in front of me.

I reach for his arm to pull his hand away from my mouth, but he presses in tighter against me. My hands touch his bare sides. There’s nowhere to go.

“Shh.” The noise is quiet and still doesn’t tell me who has me. He slides his hand from my mouth down to my throat and then his mouth crashes down on mine.

Hawk. I melt into the kiss. I should be struggling and fighting to get away, but fuck, I love the way he kisses me. It’s possessive and dark. He lowers his hand on my stomach and reaches below my skirt. His fingers wrap around the crotch of my panties, his knuckles brushing my pussy, before he rips them off me.

The tear is loud, and I gasp against his mouth. He slides his tongue against mine as his fingers thrust inside me. I bite back the moan that will give my location to the others. I tremble in his hold as he fucks me with his fingers, winding me tighter and tighter.

Hawk leans into me and squeezes the sides of my neck, just enough to restrict my breathing a little. His lips touch my ear. “Do you like us hunting you? Because your cunt is dripping all over my fingers. You need a thick cock in that pussy, don’t you, baby girl?”

I whimper, feeling everything tighten. He takes his fingers out of me before I can come. His breath is harsh against my ear as the backs of his hand brushes my stomach while he undoes hispants. The drag of his zipper is louder than my breath and makes my pussy clench.

“Do you want my cum, baby girl? Do you need me to fill that needy little cunt?”

His words throw gasoline on the fire he’s burning inside me.

“Fuck me, Hawk,” I whisper, turning my lips to his ear. “Fill my greedy cunt with your cum. Make me yours.”

“Fuck,” he groans. He releases my neck and lifts my legs. I grab onto his shoulders as he thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.

I cry out at the stretch and the fullness. Oh, shit! His mouth covers mine, but it’s too late. My pulse jumps. Branches break from off to the sides. The wolves are coming for me.