Page 83 of Savage Scream

“I promise.” I nod.

We stare at each other for a few more long beats, but then Jared breaks our eye lock, tugging me to his side before we slowly make our way through the school to his car.

He drives me up to the lookout, and when I realise where we are, I shoot Cynthia and Will a text saying I won’t be home for dinner and will be out late, but promise I’ll come through the front door. They reply a few minutes later with a thanks for letting them know.

Shit. I’ll miss them, too.

I was never meant to get comfortable here. I was never meant to like my foster family, or the snobby catholic school, or make any friends, and certainly not find a boyfriend. Yet here I am with all of those things. Things I’ve never had before, finally feeling like I might belong. Only I can’t. I have to leave.

When we pull up, we sit in silence for a few minutes, and it’s the first time I hate the quiet. I just want to scream.

I turn and look at Jared, his eyes cast out the windscreen, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension.

“I need you,” I whisper, and his eyes dart to mine.

“Fuck. I need you, too,” he growls, reaching across the space as I move toward him.

He lifts me easily onto his lap while he shifts the seat back, and I straddle him, feeling the press of his erection as I get comfy. Our lips collide next, our hands frantically gripping at each other’s clothes like we need to get closer, and I have the overwhelming need to climb under his skin.

What a weird thought, but it’s how I feel. I can’t seem to get enough, and as we start shedding the top halves of our clothes, our pelvis’ start grinding together, building friction.

By the time our top halves are naked, we are both panting with insatiable desire, and I rise up a little, working to get Jared’s pants open as he grasps onto my panties and tears the crotch, leaving the fabric clinging to my hips as my sex becomes exposed.

There are no words exchanged. No dirty talk required. Just us, our bodies, and this need that I fear will never be sated.

Jared grips his cock, lining it up, and I sink down on him, both of us moaning as we come together in the most intimate way. I’m well aware that he’s not wearing a condom, and I don’t fucking care. I need this. Skin on skin. No barriers between us. I’ll worry about birth control later. Maybe Rhys can help with that?

Our bodies work together, picking up a good rhythm and we stare into each other’s eyes, not willing to break the connection. I don’t realise I’m crying until Jared reaches up and swipes away my tears before pressing his forehead to mine as I ride his lap.

“I need you to know something,” he whispers. “I need you to know that my heart will always belong to you. No matter how long we are apart, or if we never see each other again. It’s yours, Elodie. Everything I am belongs to you.”

A loud sob jumps out of my throat before I press my lips to his, kissing him with the taste of my tears as we clutch onto each other and let ourselves go.

I climax first, my cries loud in the confined space of his car, and Jared’s grunt follows until we are a limp mess tangled together on the seat of his car.

I want to tell him I love him, but I can’t bring myself to do it. There’s no point telling him that. Not now that I’m leaving in a matter of hours. So I keep the words in and hope that when I walk away, I won’t die from a broken heart.

27

JARED

When Dee said she wanted to kill someone tonight, she wasn’t kidding. She had a particular name on the list she’d been leaving until last, knowing that all the deaths before him would send fear through him as he waited his turn.

Technically, there are two people left, but she is determined to take out Police Sergeant Tommy Wanders first, wanting to make sure the job is done before she leaves.

Police Sergeant Tommy Wanders was the poor fool she called out on the podcast I started listening to when I recognised her voice. He was the reason Terence Hill and the Feast Nights at Vixen’s Lodge managed to fly under the radar for so long, and as we drove in one of Griffin’s cars to the Sergeant’s house, Dee explained that Tommy was the one who pulled the strings to make sure Rhys was put in a room alone with her predator of a father when she went to visit him in prison.

I don’t fucking know how Dee knows all of this information, but shit, it’s impressive that she’s able to find out things that even the cops can’t seem to get their hands on.

Unfortunately for Tommy Wanders, his time on this earth has come to an end, and soon he won’t be able to prey on and exploit any more minors.

“You sure I can’t come in?” I ask Dee for the hundredth time as I pull the car up outside a house a few doors down from the target.

She shakes her head, her eyes focused out the windscreen as she mentally slides her persona from Dee to Hush.

“I need you outside. Watch the street. Same deal as last night,” she says quietly with a level of calm that’s almost eerie.

“Fine,” I sigh, shutting off the engine.

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