Page 154 of Snap Shot

A sudden rush of alcohol relaxes all my muscles, except the ones gripping her to me. My voice drops to a hush as I press her forehead to mine. “I'm ready for my treat. You gonna show me?”

Her hands lift from my shoulders to reach behind her neck. I shake out a breath when she undoes two of the Velcro closures.

“You smell like whiskey and cinnamon.”

I swallow. “Blame the fancy shots at Wade’s.”

She returns a breathy giggle.

“You smell like cranberry and vodka.”

“I did have a couple of those. Heavy on the vodka.Ow.” She glances at her leg. “What poked me?”

I open my mouth to respond.

“And don't say 'that's what she said.'“

My pinched fingers zipper across my lips.

Indi releases from whatever her robe snagged on and holds it at my eye level. “Why do you have zip ties?”

“Skate lace emergency. Equipment manager gave them to me.” I'm fucking horny and not above begging. Something tells me she knows it, too. “Forget all that. Show me what you're wearing.” My hips urge her on with a quick thrust up, bouncing my phone out of the chest plate pocket. It lands on the seat beside us, lighting up new texts from Wade.

Wade:Get back here fucker!!!!!!

Wade:You better not be with Indi right now

Indi's eyes fall to the lock screen.

Uh oh.

Her head pivots to me. “Landon.”

I gulp. Before I can stop it, I'm word-vomiting how Wade and Jaeger cornered me after they caught her leaving the Toronto game.

“And you admitted to it?” Her emotionless response and how steadily she moves my hands from her body are unnerving, sending my rapid pulse into a tailspin.

“There was no way around it, but I promise, they won't tell anyone.”

Her hands grip my wrists, keeping them away. Too far away from her. “They better not.”

I reach for her, but the grip holds strong. “Can we talk—”

“What's done is done.” She clicks her tongue, disappointed. “You broke the rule.”

“I'm sorry, baby. How can I make it right? I'll do anything.”

“Oh, youwill.” Absolute depravity glints in her eyes. Without another word, she lowers the mask. Hiding from me. I don't like it. “Stay put.”

My head pounds with fresh fear.

“Baby, please. Let me see you.”

“In a minute.” Her hands jostle mine above my head and over the headrest. “You trust me?”

There's no hesitation. “More than anything.” The thought ends abruptly when she secures a zip tie around each wrist and the metal rods of the headrest. She slides off me to do the same for my ankles around the seat supports, then clicks a belt across my torso, pulling it as far as it can go before it locks so I can't move. Indi rests a knee on either side of my bare thighs and slots her hips into mine.

“Do you like scary movies, Landon?” Her rasp muffles under the mask. The prop knife's blade runs the edge of my tensed jaw, trailing down the thumping artery against my throat. “They don't always have happy endings.”

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