Page 20 of Deadly Little Games

Moving through the sea of people, I reach one of the windows that overlooks the cliff and sea. The constant sound of crashing waves has become a comforting backdrop to my life, living here on the edge of the ocean. Knowing there’s a whole other world out there gives me a sense of peace. It’s humbling to realize I’m only a small blip in the grand scheme of things. That at any moment, it could swallow me whole. And I’d let it.

A hand touches my shoulder, and someone forces a blunt into my mouth. I bite into the paper and Hazen flicks a lighter, setting the end ablaze. Inhaling, it hits the back of my throat, and I hold my breath as my body relaxes. I blowout a ring of smoke, watching it float lazily before disappearing.

Gage takes the bottle from my hand and pours some into his glass.

As I’m raising the blunt to my lips again, a sudden movement on the cliff catches my attention.

Her dark-brown hair whips through the air, and she looks so wild and free. Her dress clings to her body like a second skin, making my cock strain against my pants. Just before I can make a move, she jumps. The smoke falls from between my lips and my heart stops.

Chapter Nine

Freya

The sea air whips through my hair. For seconds, I am weightless. My heart stutters. My pulse races like a bullet train, thundering through my veins. Finally, the constant chatter in my mind has ceased, bringing me a sense of peace.

With each passing second, I draw nearer to the icy depths of the ocean, the wind rushing through my dress as my body hurtles through the air.

I open my eyes and am met with an endless void of darkness stretching out before me. I unleash a scream that fills the void until my throat feels parched, yet a subtle smile graces my lips. I’m okay.

The water engulfs me, its coldness seeping into my bones as I am swallowed whole by its powerful embrace. Giving in to the ocean’s whims, the weight of my worries dissolves as if carried away by the waves.

I remain submerged in the water until my lungs are emptied of air and I am on the brink of taking my last breath. Breaking through the surface, I breathe in deeply. As the cool night wind touches my face, I shiver in response.Fuck, it’s cold. Laughter bubbles up my throat. It’s the middle of winter and I’m in the freezing-cold ocean.

I really need to figure out another way to release these built-up emotions. Something other than putting myself in danger. But as the thought hits my mind, I shake it off. There’s no way I’m doing drugs or using any kind of substance to numb the pain. I’ve seen firsthand how much it can change and destroy everything.

Putting myself in danger has helped me get through life without ending it all. Everything becomes too much sometimes, and I need a release. This is it for me. Putting myself in a dangerous position and thenbam.Everything fades away. The adrenaline that pumps through my veins is like no other high I’ve ever experienced. No drug could replace that.

My dress clings to my body, making it harder to swim, but I keep moving my arms to pull myself forward until my feet hit the sandy ocean floor. A dark figure appears on the beach, running straight toward the water and me. Who the fuck is that? My body tenses and I freeze, unable to move—not even when they run straight into me, taking us both flying back into the water.

Strong arms wrap around me and pull us both to the surface. I cough up water as I gain my footing, then push away from the hard chest pressed against me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lucas yells, stumbling backward, the water churning around him.

A wave knocks us both over, and I laugh as Lucas tries to regain his stance. He looks at me with so many questions, yet he doesn’t ask any more. My heart pounds harder and harder. His white shirt clings to his body, showcasing his defined chest in the light of the full moon. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his face. Waterdrips down his cheeks, running over his plump, kissable lips. Fuck. I want him just as much as I want to run away from him. I need to keep my distance. I can’t afford any attachments.

“I just needed to get away from all of that in there.” As I start explaining, Lucas locks eyes with me for several heartbeats as if he’s searching for hidden meaning in my words.

“I get it,” he says before a sly smirk reaches his lips. “But there are safer ways to quiet the noise.”

Before I can think about changing my mind, I move toward the shore, unzipping my dress and letting it fall into the water, leaving me in my underwear. I turn back, watching my dress get taken away by the crashing waves.

Lucas advances toward me, and I don’t dare move an inch—I can’t. My feet sink into the sand like glue, the water threatening to push me over with every wave hitting the shore. Warmth fills my back, his breath tickles my neck, and his lips brush against my ear. Goosebumps spread over my arms and my belly churns.

“You always did love that cliff. One thing I can’t understand is why you, of all people, can do this to me,” he whispers into my ear, pushing his hard cock against my back.

I swallow hard, trying to remember why this is a bad idea. Crazy. We’ve just come out of the ocean, freezing cold and... and... All thoughts vanish when his hand runs down my belly, disappearing into my underwear. His fingers cup my pussy, one of them circling my clit, and warmth fills my belly with a deep need to release.Let him give you that, then you can leave,reasons my sex-deprived mind. I give in, resting my head back against his chest. He runs his fingers through my slit, keeping his thumb on my clit and slowly circling. Teasing me.

“I’m about a second away from leaving if you don’t pickup the pace,” I snap, and Lucas’s chest rumbles with amusement, his breath warming my neck.

“As you wish, little thorn.”

He pushes one finger inside of me, then two, hitting the right spot. His thumb continues to circle my clit, building me up and up until my knees grow weak. He runs his tongue along my neck, then kisses the same path. Waves crash against our feet, threatening to push us over. My eyes shut, and a moan falls from my lips, drifting out into the quiet night.

“I want to record that sound coming from your lips so I can hear it all day long,” Lucas whispers into my ear, picking up the pace. My back arches further into his body, my stomach clenches, and his name leaves my mouth as I fall apart.

He slowly removes his hand, sliding it up my chest, carrying my release on his fingers. Another wave crashes against the back of our thighs, I tumble forward a couple of steps before righting my balance.

“Hey, little thorn,” Lucas calls from behind me. I look back over my shoulder, and his white shirt is now open. I can’t help but admire his chest.

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