Hitting something deep, my insides light up like fireworks, and my eyes ping open at the intense feeling, the sensation ripping through me with my orgasm.
“Blaise,” I moan. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I paint cum all over his sheets as he strokes and keeps pummeling. He doesn’t slow down or give me a second to realign with reality; he loses his control and pulls me fully onto all fours and grabs my hips.
Each thrust feels like I’m freefalling into something magical. Each time he groans, there’s a thump in my balls, and I force myself back into him.
As his hand slams down on my cheek, and the deep tunnel of my ass tightens around him, I feel him getting even harder. He fists the hair at the back of my head and uses it to control me, fucking faster, thrusting longer, slapping the side of my ass, then fisting my cock that refuses to go soft.
Stopping mid-thrust, he lets out the most addictive sound as his cock pulses inside me, pumping me full of his cum that feels so fucking good. I think more cum leaks from me too, dripping down my thigh.
He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and gasping for air. Grabbing my chin, he turns me to look at him. “You good?”
I nod once and he kisses my forehead—something I never thought would make me fight a grin, but here I am. I kiss him fully, layering my mouth on his softly.
“I love you,” I say, still trying to breathe properly as his cock softens and slips out of me. “When the fuck did that happen?”
He laughs and rolls onto his back beside me, his chest rising and falling as he comes down from the high.
The knock at the door and a deep voice make me jump. Blaise shoves me off the bed and out of sight, pulling a blanket over himself, just in time for his dad to open the door.
“Blaise,” he says, and my eyes widen. “What happened downstairs? The place is wrecked, and Cole’s clothes are on the floor.”
“No idea. Why are you home? Rachel said you were going to be staying away a while longer.”
“Oh, she’s staying there. She needs space.”
My brows knit together. He doesn’t even sound like he cares.
“Are you and Rachel okay?”
“No, son. But it’s fine. Can you find your brother and tell him to clean up his mess?”
The door closes, and I get to my knees and look over at Blaise. He gathers my cum on his sheets. “What he said.” He sticks his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. “You wanna clean up your mess?”
Ismirk as I peer out the windshield at the house at the end of the dark street. The lights are out, but Jackson’s car is in the driveway.
“I don’t like this,” Ronnie says, getting on my last nerve. The guy is always nervous and goes to great lengths to avoid conflict.
I, on the other hand, like to instigate chaos. Admittedly, my methods are usually more subtle, but now I’m pissed and want to make a point.
“Relax,” I reply, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s just a friendly talk.”
Tiago snorts a laugh, and Ronnie looks unconvinced. I flash them my widest smile before exiting the vehicle and opening the trunk. The car doors open and shut, and Ronnie makes a strangled noise in his throat as they join me. “I thought you said a ‘friendly talk.’”
I hold out the baseball bat for him, and he looks at it like it’s an alien lifeform. He makes no move to take it, so I hand it to Tiago instead. “Like I said…” I reach in for the two other bats and the masks, then shut the trunk. “It’s just a friendly talk.”
Ronnie reluctantly accepts the bat, and I toss him the Scream mask. He barely manages to catch it mid-air. I hold the other one out for Tiago. “Ready to teach Jackson a lesson?”
“Nací preparado,” Tiago says and practices a swing with the bat like he’s playing golf. “That’s Spanish for ‘I was born ready.’
Chuckling, I slip my mask from my back pocket and slide it over my head. Jackson lives on a dark street with only one lamppost. The dim orange glow doesn’t reach this far, but I still pull my hood up to hide my hair. Better safe than sorry.
“C’mon,” I say, setting off down the road with the bat resting on my shoulder. I’ve got to admit that I feel like a badass vigilante with my choice of weapon and mask. The thought makes me snigger.
Tiago is right behind me, and Ronnie jogs to catch up with us.
“What if his parents are home?”
