I grasp it and focus on the hole, despite knowing I won’t get anywhere near it.
Robert sidles up to me like a mangy cat, marking its territory. He slips his sweaty hands around my body and positions them on top of mine. “Let me show you how to swing.”
I grit my teeth as something stirs in his pants against me. He wriggles his hips against my ass to get into position.
I scan the trees for movement.Where are you?They said I was theirs. This is their chance to prove it.
Robert guides my arms, and I strike the ball. It soars through the air, straight over the hill, landing in a cluster of trees. He steps away, clapping and pretending his erection hadn’t been rubbing against me moments before.
“Bravo, Erin!” He applauds. “We’ll make a champion of you yet! Next, we need to work on your aim.”
I pass him a club. “Your turn.”
“Oh no, I need to conserve my energy for the game.” His eyes twinkle. “Into the cart!”
He gives my ass a friendly pat as I turn. Now I really want to see his hand removed.
My bright yellow ball is easy to find. Unfortunately, it strayed farther off course than I first thought, landing at the bottom of a large tree between gnarled roots.
“It’ll be impossible to get out of that spot,” I comment.
“Nonsense,” he says. “All you need is special skill and training.”
I brace myself, getting into position again.
“Before you hit, you need to practice your swing,” he says, standing behind me. “We need to get your rotation right.” He gropes my hips, pushing his disgusting hardness against me and rotating our bodies in sync. “See?” His fingers dig into my flesh. “All you have to do is bend forward a little to get that shift.” He tilts me forward. “Oh yeah, Erin. Just like that.” He wiggleshis hips to rest his dick right between my ass cheeks. “What do you think of golf, Erin?” His voice grows hoarse with sickening arousal. “Do you think you’re getting the hang of it?”
“I think I’m ready to swing now, Mr. Gilsmear,” I say coldly.
“Oh, not yet, Erin.” He continues wiggling himself back and forth. “You’re not in the right position yet. Just bend a little more to get your back arched and shuffle back.”
I stay frozen in place, horror-stricken as he continues moving in a rhythmic motion. His breathing grows ragged, filling me with disgust. He’s using me. Sure, that’s what the guys in the masks do, but there’s something thrilling about them. Being gyrated on by a geriatric is quite different.
“I’m an excellent teacher, aren’t I? You’re built for sport. You’re wasting yourself hiding behind a piano. A girl with a body like yours could do anything,” he purrs. “I can teach you about more than golf, if you’d like?”
“I…”
A snapping twig makes Robert jump back and clear his throat, looking nervously at the rustling bushes. While he’s distracted, I swing the club hard and launch the ball in the opposite direction.
In the distance, someone calls his name.
“It looks like the game is about to start,” I say, relieved to be spared from any extra one-on-one tuition.
“That it is,” Robert says, pretending like he hasn’t just creamed in his pants. “May the best man win.”
I spin, hoping to see a masked man emerge from the undergrowth, but no such luck…
My stomach rolls, both from disgust at what happened and for putting myself in that position.
The men are turning me into a person I don’t recognize, and I can’t get them out of my head, no matter how hard I try. Worsestill, why am I so disappointed by their absence when it would be best for them to stay out of my life for good?
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
LEX
“She’s changing.”Aiden comments, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, almost in amusement. Yet, there’s no mistaking the darkness stirring behind his words. “She’s growing bolder.”
