Page 22 of Lake Hollow Curses

Her sleepy sweet voice comes to us as she pads into the room naked, “This is exactly what I was hoping to find.” Remi circles us, as Grady continues, but holds a hand out behind him. She takes it, straddling my legs. She leans onto Grady, her hand finding our balls. Rolling them through her hand, she sends Grady off with a grunt. I arch up and yell, “Fuck, oh my fucking God.”

We’re both a sticky mess, Remi doesn’t care as she hops up to grab a towel. Then crawls over me, looking down with a mischievous smile. “It doesn’t look like you need any recovery time?” Not when I see her naked on top of me. Her nipples are reddened, new drawings are displayed on her body, a hickey is on her side. I run my hands over the markings.

“Looks like you had an eventful time.” I bite the inside of my cheek. The beast I let loose, wants to claim Remi just as much as I did Grady. For a heartbeat I think, I want my baby inside of her. Before I tell myself it’s ridiculous to imagine that at our ages.

We follow Grady into his room, where the dive onto his bed puts him in between us. Our mouths tangle. She sits on top of Grady, feeding his dick sheathed in a condom inside her, my mouth is on one of breasts, as she cradles my head to her.

“I might have lube… in my.” He points, breathless, not able to form a sentence. I jump off the bed to find a tube in his shaving kit bag. I lather my dick up. Rejoining them, I stand back stroking myself as Remi rides Grady. She’s so fucking divine. Her pert breasts are bouncing as she grinds herself into him, her mouth open slightly with her tongue rubbing against her top lip.

Not able to stand it any longer, I straddle Grady behind Remi, kissing her shoulder, I feel down with one hand, guiding myself into his ass. He lets out a yelp, “I’m not going to last,” he manages to say.

With my hands on her waist, I help her grind down even harder on him, as I fuck into him. Ecstasy. She repositions so she’s riding him reverse cowgirl, facing me. Kissing, we’re breathing one another in completely. Her shallow breaths mix with mine.

“Unh… oh…” She trembles against me as she orgasms. I spill out of Grady; she runs her hand through it over both our ball sacks.

Collapsing on the bed together, I tuck her into my side. Grady props himself up on his elbow on her other side.

“Please tell me you used the double-sided dildo on those two chuckleheads,” I say to her.

“Ha. Aren’t you funny?”

Drifting into sleep, I realize I’ve got my hands on both of them. This is only the second time sleeping in a bed with them or anyone for that matter. The first time I didn’t really sleep, I laid to the side watching them cuddling. Now, I’m holding them both possessively.

I could get used to this. All of this.

Chapter Fifteen

Remington James

Perma-grin plastered to my face, I finagle my way out of Grady’s bed with the morning light causing me to squint. Our repeat performance after waking up as the sun was rising knocked both Wilder and Grady out cold. Knowing I need to be at Hidden Treasures before Ceily opens today to help her, and needing to check in on Droolius are the only reasons I’d drag myself away from them. Kissing each of their cheeks, I dodge Wilder’s arm as he flips, grabbing ahold of Grady’s waist.

I slip back into the spare bedroom to retrieve my clothes from yesterday, expecting to find both Cal and Charlie gone. They’re both still asleep. Cal with his limbs spread out, Charlie with a leg over the side of the bed like he was escaping Cal’s middle of the night flailing. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of them, I tuck the loose bed sheet around Charlie, tossing a part of it over Cal’s bottom half. I kiss the bird I drew over Cal’s heart, then the bird I drew under Charlie’s pec. I linger a few seconds longerwatching them sleep. Cal’s eyes move rapidly under his eyelids as he repositions himself, Charlie’s lips curl up in a smile before he sighs.

I’m not sure how I’ll say goodbye, even temporarily, to all four of them, when all I want to do is stay in their orbit. Or keep them in mine.

Not wanting to leave Cal and Charlie without an explanation, since Wilder and Grady may still be sleeping when they wake, I find the complementary pad of paper and pen sitting on the counter by the landline phone. Penning a note to each of them, I finish it off with a funny caricature of me.At Hidden Treasures dodging food offerings and acquiring more hats-call later, Love Remi.

I don’t want them to miss the notes, so I tuck Charlie’s in the pocket of his khaki shorts, and then I move to Cal’s black athletic shorts to do the same. My hand snags on something that falls out when I remove it. A crinkled photo that stops me cold when I pick it up. In a panic I shove it back in Cal’s pocket before racing from the room. I keep whispering to myself as I take long strides to my cabin, “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it. There has to be a reason. It’s not… it can’t be…” What reason would he have? To have a picture of a drowning girl in his pocket?

Everything comes back to me in a sickening wave: his refusal to talk about the past, Carlotta’s suspect list, access to the Funpark security and grounds as an employee, he admitted to spending a lot of time growing up at Lakeside Park, he met with Carlotta before we arrived, he was outside her office after it was ransacked and evidence disappeared, Father Lowe’s mention of a concerning note from his class, Susanna’s crush, his sister being critical of him, Mark coaching him in baseball, Katie’s diary, the detective warning me about my new friends. With each step my resolve to keep it together falls apart and I’m bent over crying outside my bedroom. It makes no sense, none. Iautomatically try to make excuses for it all. The reasons he looks suspicious. But it’s futile. I’m in love with a person capable of murder. Wilder thinks I’m in danger, for the first time I believe it. Did he react the way he did over the necklace because it meant I’m next? Does he care even a little bit, or should I accept he lied about everything? Does it matter?

He’s the monster we were warned about.

How could my goofball, fun loving, warm Cal be behind all the tragedy here in Lake Hollow? I make it to the bathroom just in time to vomit in the toilet. The retching continues while I sob.

“Remi? Are you sick?” Nat says to me through the bathroom door.

On so many levels. Is it sickness that the love I have for him remains, even though I’m reframing so many interactions. “Mmm, give me a minute,” I manage between hurling more stomach bile.

I need to talk to Charlie. How do I tell him that the person that is closer to him than his brother, killed Katie? I have no proof, not really. Just an overwhelming amount of what the detective called circumstantial evidence.

When I finally emerge from the bathroom, I’m shaky, pale, and sweaty, Nat’s eyes widen. “You should lay down.”

I refuse, moving like a zombie through my normal morning routine with Droolius. Wordlessly I accept the cup of coffee from Natalie with the cocoa in it that I like. “Where were you last night? I was worried.” She leans her head onto my arm. “I tried to call you.”

My phone is laying half under my bed.

“Sorry, Nat. I was at Grady’s cabin.” A sudden thought makes my panic fly to the red zone. I grab her arm looking her in the eye. “I can’t really explain this right now, but whatever you do… don’t be alone with Cal at work. Anywhere for that matter. Youshould try to let Mitchell know that, too.” The tears bubble up again even though I fight them back by blinking forcefully.

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