Page 32 of Into the Blue

“Tight and warm, smellin’ like magnolias and keenin’ like a goddamn vixen. Give me that O, bae.”

That does it.

She gives me everything, squeezing me so tight I’m dragging over her spot again and again as she comes.

“That’s it, bae. I want all of it.”

I will never be done with her.

Chapter 11

Despite the fact that summer is over, it’s blistering hot outside. I worry for my frozen meals in the short walk from the grocery store to my car. I’m not parked that far, but I feel a thin layer of sweat down my back and under my hair. My shirt sticks to me and I walk a little faster toward my trunk.

Taking my keys out of my purse, my sweaty hands drop them and I curse.

This is not helping me get into my car any faster.

When I stand, there’s a shadow over me and I turn, my back pressed to the car door. “Can I help you?” I spit in frustration of being taken off guard.

The man in front of me is not smiling but sneering at me. Unease trickles down my already sweaty back and I start thinking of ways to get away from this creeper. It’s not uncommon for me to have an unsavory interaction with men, given my job. But in Clayton Terrace, it seems to be happening far too much for my liking.

I think back to Blue and last night, how he was the one to ensure that Jimmy would never make me feel the way I did ever again. Right before he fucked me into oblivion. I’m still a little sore from his size and the rough way he pounded my pussy like it infuriated him.

If I was missing out on a WAP this good, I’d be mad, too.

My thoughts turn salacious only for a moment when a whole different set of thoughts take hold.

Guilt freezes me since I’m keeping what would be the most important information to share with him at this point in my back pocket.

But a woman is nothingwithout her secrets.

Especially in the life I want to lead.

The people I want to lead.

There’s too much time where I’m there frozen and two more men box me into the space where I stand. Their size makes it near impossible for me to see around them with any success.

The one on my left with a fade that has two large scars at his temple speaks first, breaking the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. “Terrell wants to see you.”Oh no.These are the men from the LaFayette place that were hanging around Junior.

“For what?” I screech. The sound is full of nerves and probably the appropriate amount of anxiety.

“Didn’t say. Come along and don’t put up a fight.”

Like hell.

I’d fight tooth and nail to not go anywhere with scary thing 1 and scary thing 2. If I leave with them, nothing will end well for me.

My eyes dart to the left quickly, but not quick enough. Scary thing 1 puts a hand on my door handle, keeping me from setting the alarm off and drawing attention to us. The one who spoke first grabs me and I struggle for only a moment before I feel a prick in my neck and a hand over my mouth.

I thrash and try to yell.

My head goes all lightheaded with the lack of oxygen I’m getting right now.

I’m gonna pass out.

Darkness is coming for me and fast.

I’m—