Page 57 of Massacre Monday

“This kid could probably teach you a few things, Pippi,” Adal says, and the two pretend to swipe at one another.

Am I in an episode ofThe Twilight Zone? The enemy has invaded my safe space. Ryan Cardell has made friends with my parents and my brother. The only one I have left is Oz, who’s not here to stick up for me.

As soon as a thought of leaving enters my brain, Ryan clears his throat and asks, “Max, I was thinking of taking your daughter on a date tomorrow evening. Would that be okay with you?”

My jaw drops in protest as I point an accusatory digit at his face. “He can’t take me on adate! He has a fiancée!”

“Who? ElinaWarrick? Oh, I’m not a cheater. And I wouldneverbetray my girl.” His steely eyes narrow at me pointedly, like I’m alreadyhis.Who does he mean, ElinaWarrick?

“Sure. Definitely want you guys to go out. I think Pippi would have fun. Sounds like you’ll hit it off,” Dad says while practically shoving me at Ryan.

“What? No!” Tripping into Ryan’s sweaty chest, I halt my steps abruptly.

He tosses a moist arm over my shoulder, his woods and wilderness body odor making me shiver. I shrug until it falls back to his side. He tries to hold my hand, but I fling it away. Finally, he stands behind me, his arms sliding around my waist as he says, “Thanks, Max. I’ll take really good care of her.”

“I trust you,” Dad says with a mischievous smile. It’s like the biggest betrayal I’ve felt in a while.

“Great job, Cardell. See you next week?” Adal heads to the front of the gym with Dad.

With a tight grip on my waist, Ryan walks us toward the showers. If I didn’t want to hear what he has to say for himself, I’d twist his wrist and stomp right back outside. Actually, I may still do that.

Once we’re in the privacy of the locker room, I toss my leather jacket onto a bench and cross my arms over my black tank top. “Well?”

Not even stopping, Ryan strips off everything, heading straight into a shower, but turns enough to cast a beckoning finger over his shoulder. Seeing his firm ass with divots on each side, his broad and sculpted back, and his toned legs sucks thebreath from my lungs. On his left side, ink wraps around his ribs—a tri-headedThetaserpent coiled through barbed wire, its tongue flicking toward his hip. It looks like it would bite. My heart beats harder with every mindless step closer to him, but I stop at the edge of the tiles.

He flips the handle and shifts on his feet, letting the water soak his black hair until the streams flow down his handsome face. When he lifts his head, he shakes out his locks, some of the spray hitting my skin.

“You comin’ in or what?” he asks, his voice echoing off the wall in front of him.

“No! I want you to tell me what thefuckyou’re doing.”

“And I want you in here with me.”

“I’m not getting in there.”

“Sure, you will.”

“No, I—” Words get caught in my throat when he turns around with his massive hard dick in his hand.

With fierce eyes traveling across my face, he rubs himself leisurely, like this is just any other day for him to be in a public shower, jerking off in front of a girl. His wet chest glistens in the light, some of the water trailing down along the hairs that meet just beneath his belly button. A line of muscles on either side point exactly where I can’t keep my eyes from roaming. The sight makes my heart flutter, my thighs quiver with need, and my pussy undeniably soaked.

“Come in here with me or play with yourself. I want to watch you.”

“N-no.”

His Adam’s apple bobs, and instead of the jovial look he always carries, he’s austere and calculated. Almost like a viper ready to strike. “Put a hand down those panties and let me see. Or I’ll call your brother in here and tell him you followed me into the men’s locker room just to check me out naked.”

I can’t help it, I gasp. “Don’t you dare.”

The pace of his strokes hastens as he lowers his chin. “You know I’m a daredevil, pink cheeks. Want to test me?”

That dangerous gaze latches onto mine until I know he’s serious.

Rolling my eyes, I shove a hand underneath my waistband, and the confirmation of how very saturated my thong is makes me flush hot, only adding to my shame.

Ryan nods slowly and picks up the speed of his rhythm. “That’s it. Have you been thinking about this dick? Missing it?”

“Fuck you, no. I don’t think about guys withfiancées.”Adalantea, help me.I hope the lie passes.