Page 124 of Pretty Little Lies

Torin smiles. “Bet.”

THIRTY-SIX

bay

“Alright, alright,”I laugh through a sliver of anxiety that’s currently creeping through my body. “That’s far enough, dang.”

Mae and Ellie giggle, still piling and packing sand over my already covered body with everything but my head poking out.

Reeve, on the other hand, is sitting, handing out buckets of sand through my protests while he sucks on a green sucker. His muscled shoulders flex with each scoop of the bucket, causing me to look longing than what’s appropriate with my sisters around. That blonde surfer boy hair blows from the ocean’s waves and he’s just…absolutely swoon-worthy.

“I expect this from them, Reevie,” I chide lightly. “You gonna keep playing accomplice?”

He hands another bucket to Ellie and takes Mae’s to scoop more beach to lay on top of me. “They come to be more valuable, McQueen. Little soldiers in the making.” He winks at me, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re a traitor.”

“Bay, can I get some ice cream?” Mae’s knees slam into the sand beside my head, making the grainy substance fly into mouth from the impact. “There’s a truck that stopped.” I turn myhead to spit it out, when the music to the truck turns on louder. “Please!”

“Yeah, just unbury?—”

“Reeve, she said we could go!” Ellie shouts somewhere from my feet. “Hurry, there’s a line!”

So much for them being on the lookout for any potential ultra motives here.

Reeve replaces Mae’s previous spot the moment she rises and bends over to hover his face over mine. “I wouldn’t mind you being bound if I didn’t like your hands all over me when my cock was in your mouth. This would’ve been the perfect opportunity for me.”

I glower at him. “My sisters, butthead.”

“I know.” He leans in and kisses my mouth with two easy and pussy-clenching strokes. “But a man can dream about it. My cock already has.”

“Go get my sisters ice cream,” I order weakly, but I can’t stop the smile that forms on my lips. Reeve makes my brain erase into a blank canvas. No problems want to emerge when he’s by me. He’s like a vacation spot for my head.

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“Alright—” He straightens his spine. “Don’t move. Oh, wait…” His smile widens so much that I’m surprised it doesn’t crack his face. “You can’t.”

I attempt to my foot to kick him, even though it’s futile. “Get outta here.”

He laughs and saunters off with my sisters to go get their desserts, leaving me vulnerable in the sand and within my own thoughts.

Here you are, just hangin’ out with a leader of the Forsaken Crew like it’s any normal day.

With my sisters.

Well, you must trust him a lot, bitch. You literally let him run off while you’re buried.

Thing is, I do.

Maybe this—us—can end all of this turmoil between two towns that have been going at it for years. But is that a pipe dream? Is that naive that we could bring down a war where it’s been quiet lately?

But we can’t deny the fact that Emilio’s new group, The Void, was made for a reason. And it wasn’t to form a family or a bond, but for war.

Which means Torin and Reeve will still be fighting on the wrong side.

And I can’t stop that.

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