Page 20 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Yes!” she cries, and I groan, sliding my tongue deeper, pushing my face into her, letting her thighs squeeze around me like she’s holding me in place. My whole body feels like it’s about to explode. She’s close, teetering right on the edge, and when she finally breaks, it’s intense. Her thighs clench, back arches, and the sound she makes is pure, filthy bliss.

I’ve barely had a second to pull back before she’s panicking. “Fuck, fuck,” she’s mumbling, breathless, her head tipped back, eyes still covered. “We shouldn’t have.”

I fix my mask, standing quickly.

“Look at me,” I demand. But when she finally drops her hands, I see her cheeks are wet with tears. What the hell?

“I should go.” She’s already pulling away, stepping back. I reach for her, but she bolts, turning and running in the direction we came from.

I watch her go, my head a fucking mess. I want to run after her, grab her, make her stay, but my body’s betraying me. I’m so goddamn hard it’s painful, and her taste is still on my tongue, flooding my senses. I let out a frustrated growl, unbuckling my belt and dragging down my zipper.

Fuck.

I wrap my hand around my cock, squeezing hard as I lean against the tree. Watching her from the shadows, waiting for the right moment… it’s paid off. But now that I’ve had a taste, watching isn’t enough anymore. I want more.

I want her.

I pump faster, the memory of her thighs clenching around my face, the way she tasted, the way she danced on my tongue—it all pushes me to the edge. And just as I imagine her comingundone for me again, my body locks up, and I come hard, the release hitting me like a damn freight train.

I sag against the tree, breath coming in hard, ragged bursts.

Fuck. What did I just do?

I glance back toward the direction she ran off. Remy. My little sweet, innocent Remy. Except, she’s not so innocent anymore, is she?

I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me. Or rather, didn’t look at me. The way she covered her eyes and trusted me with her body.

The second I step back into the party, I’m searching for her. Eyes darting through the crowd, ignoring everyone else. But Remy’s nowhere. Not at the bar, not near the dance floor, not even by the group of girls she came with earlier.

“Yo, Zane!”

Caleb’s voice cuts through the noise, and I turn just as he’s making his way toward me, all casual. Like I didn’t just have Remy coming in the woods with her thighs squeezing around my face. My blood’s still running hot, and I’m trying to play it cool.

“Where the hell is Remy?” I ask, scanning the room again.

“Maya drove her home.” Caleb shrugs, sipping his drink. “Said she had a headache or some shit.”

A headache. Sure. Remy’s probably freaking out right now, overthinking the whole thing.

I start to make a move toward the door, my mind already racing, but Caleb grabs my arm.

“Dude, you can’t leave yet. We’ve got to talk.”

I glare at him, ready to tell him to screw off, but he lowers his voice and glances around, checking who’s listening. “It’s time for initiation. The recruits are here.”

Shit. Right. The Reapers. The recruits. The secret society I signed up for when I joined the team—when I wanted access tothe power, the money, the fucking connections that came with it. And now, I’m one of the leaders.

I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Caleb grins, already buzzing with excitement, and I follow him outside to the side of the house. Five guys are waiting for us, standing in a line like they’ve been drilled to stand at attention. This is the final test for these guys, and then they’ll be one step closer to the Reapers.

But there’s more.

Caleb steps forward, all serious now. “Alright, recruits, you know what this is. Tonight, you prove yourselves. Last week you were with the head honchos and now you’re with us.” He pauses for effect. “And before the week is up, you need to seal the deal. Each of you needs to hook up with a virgin. That’s your final task. Do it, and you’re one step closer to being a Reaper.”

The recruits nod, faces tight, and I keep my expression neutral, even though part of me is disgusted by the whole thing. But that’s how it works. That’s what I signed up for. Power, money, connections. “Once a brother, always a brother,” right?

Thatcher steps forward, giving a nod of approval, and Caleb dismisses the guys. I stay back, leaning against the wall, waiting until they’re out of sight.

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