Page 20 of Lake Hollow Curses

“That’s for you… right?” Cal asks.

Mmm, yes one of them taking the beads would be for me. The thought makes me wonder what Wilder and Grady may be up to without me. Charlie pulls my attention back with his kiss to the nape of my neck. “Rem, no more toys, right now.” He takes the now vibrating beads from my hand, tossing them on the floor.

Well, then.

Laying back on the bed, hooking a finger their way, I go up on my elbows to watch them approach me. Two best friends that the more I get to know, are not much alike. Cal is passionate and at times brash, Charlie thoughtful, steady, and sweet. Both complement each other. Back on my side, Cal holds me against him, Charlie is on his side facing me. His hand traces down my cheek. “Do you know how much we love you?” I pull him closer using a hand on his hip. “There is no one else,” he pushes inside me, “ever, that could take your place. Ever.” His thrusts are deep and measured.

Cal holds me tightly, I feel the coconut smelling lube from the gift bag being smeared over the pucker of my asshole, followed by him pressing the tip of dick in and then out a couple of times.“In… I need you in,” I say to him clutching at his thigh that is slung over my leg.

The spiraling from my second orgasm comes right before they both come. Laying sandwiched between them both, it takes five attempts of catching my breath to say, “What’s that sound?” Worried about the strange rattle, thinking maybe Grady’s cabin is now haunted because I’m here.

Charlie looks over his shoulder and then falls back laughing. “The anal beads traveled across the floor to the wall.”

Chapter Fourteen

Wilder Lee

Hot and bothered… Oh, I was bothered alright.

It’s been over an hour. Should I just go in there?

As I pace down the short hallway towards the bathroom and back to the living room for the eighth time, Grady looks over at me saying, “Can you cut that out?” Huh, why didn’t I think of that? Just forget about what she’s doing in there with them. Without me, us. I knock my head lightly against the wall.

I’m still not opposed to entering the room, when Grady puts two glasses on the table, pouring some whiskey in each one. “Get over here.” He kicks one of the chairs back. “I want to hear about that.” He indicates the mark on my face by pointing the bottle at it. The bruise from my last seizure is fading, but I still haven’t told him about it.

Tapping my hand on my abs, I walk to the table to sit. “Why? None of it makes any sense to me. The lake, the park, what I’m hearing. Not a damn bit of it.”

He takes a sip of the amber liquid, his mouth screwing up. “What have you heard? A voice?”

“Sometimes it’s a female, sometimes a male. I’ve gone over all of it countless times, it doesn’t make any sense. It might not mean a damn thing.” His forearms rest on the table. Fucking hell, he’s jacked. When did that happen? Discreetly, I take another swallow of my drink, my eyes running over him.

He brushes the hair out of his face, resting back in his chair. “Then who do you think Katie saw that night?”

This fucking again? We get alcohol in our systems and the past surges forth. “That’s the mystery, right? Not a clue.” I’m reasonably sure I didn’t black out and do something to Sara. Even if for years that was a concern of mine. The scrutiny I received solidified that fear.

If the detective knows anything she isn’t letting on. When I called her about the boat being one without a motor, a rowboat, she was disinterested. Reminding me that Susanna didn’t sustain injuries consistent with a boating accident. Rumors are part of any small town, but where did the information come from to start with that a boat had been seen? Could be bullshit, but if not, then Susanna Ross may have been dumped in the lake near The Bends. Why would that be?

I switch to water anticipating Remi returning to us, while Grady opens the doors to let the night breeze through the cabin. The loon calls, crickets, and lapping water of the lake give me a shot of nostalgia. I’d fall asleep to those sounds at night for years.

Laying down on his couch, I close my eyes. Taking a deep breath of the lake air, I get a whiff of Grady’s cologne that smells like fresh lumber, and lavender. He brushes past to sit in the chair, I grab his hand. Opening my eyes, I see him look down at me. “I knew,” I say in a quiet voice. He never tried to hide the way he would look at me well.

Instead of dropping my hand, he nods, holding it tighter. “I know, jackass.”

Keeping a grip on his hand, I swing my legs off the couch to sit up. His dick at eye level, I swallow hard and my mouth goes dry. We’ve never fooled around without Remi at our sides encouraging it. I let go of his hand to lay back putting my hands behind my head. “What city does your tour start in?” Keep the talk safe.

He sighs, turning to sit in the recliner next to the window. “Phoenix, the first weekend of September. We’ll wrap some things up in the studio when I get back and then the tour starts a couple weeks after that.”

How do I ask him what we are or where this relationship goes once he leaves?

“I just realized a couple of days ago that the October show in Miami is thirty miles from Remi and only two days before her birthday.” His smile is devastating. He bites the tip of his index finger. “I hope she doesn’t pay attention to that; I want to surprise her.”

Knowing Remi, she’s already committed his tour schedule to memory.

“You’re going back to Hancock?” It’s not judgment I’m detecting, but I can’t help but feel how mundane the return to my bookkeeping job is. “There is no end of musicians needed for both studio work and with bands. Hell, we could use you in Romantic Ruin.” That wasn’t my dream, it was his.

I shake my head. “Not for me.” It was a hobby that kept me close to him years ago, not something I saw any future in.

I look over towards the spare bedroom, wondering if they all fell asleep.

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