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I suck and lick at Wilder’s dick.

Wilder growls, “I’m going to come. I need. I ne… oh, fuck.” My tongue flattens along the bottom of his dick, as I suck the tip and lap up the pre-cum.

My orgasm as Cal pumps into me, makes me back away from Wilder, Grady reaches around me, placing a firm hand around Wilder’s dick, while he removes his condom. When his headdrops to suck Wilder dry, I lose it. I’m turned on too much to hold off the rush of pleasure through me.

Cal is removing his condom, when I encourage Grady to lay perpendicular from me, pulling his bare, thick dick into my mouth, I moan around him. I pop off to direct Wilder to lay with his dick near Grady’s head, we’re forming a triangle. Grady lifts his hefty cock wrapping a hand around it, sucking one of his balls into his mouth. Wilder gets settled near my clit, his tongue flicking over it, into me and back out.

“Huh, that gives new meaning to triangulating… fuck, okay, do your thing.” I can’t help the giggle with Grady’s dick still in my mouth. Leave it to Cal to watch and give commentary.

I look over at Charlie, who is focused on putting a condom on. He lays behind me kissing my shoulder. His hands roaming over my chest, playing with my nipples.

I come quickly, turning to pull Charlie inside me. We rock together, as I watch Wilder push Grady down on his stomach, rubbing his dick down his asscrack, but instead of lubing up and entering him, he lays against him grinding onto him.

Without penetrating him, he comes on his back. Grady flips over pulling Wilder in to kiss him while stroking himself until he squirts all over both he and Wilder. Cal jacks off watching all of us.

We don’t get our fill until I’m covered in little love bites on each breast, the guys have come at least three times, I’ve sucked on them all, they’ve all teased me with their tongues, and every one of their names get shouted out by me in release.

Feeling sated after sexy playtime and a deep sleep, I slip out to get back to my cabin. I want to get a full day of work on the mural. I’m hoping to complete it before the rain that is forecasted this weekend. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, dew on the grass almost causes me to slip a couple times. I pause to appreciate the still water with a glossy pink tinted surface. Birds chirping make me smile to myself. Birds and frogs. Freedom and survival.

Careful not to let the screen door swing shut, making noise, I guide it closed slowly. When I turn, what I see stops me cold.

Dead in my tracks.

Lying on the coffee table is a familiar necklace.

The antique ivory silhouette locket that Wilder had thrown into Lake Hollow. Stepping closer, I see that it’s resting on top of something.

Oh, no, no, no. I press my hands over my mouth shaking. Two pictures are underneath it depicting drownings of young women.

I back away, almost tripping over Droolius who has another picture in his mouth. When I pull it out, I see it’s like the other two.

I’d come close to convincing myself that Carlotta either played a part in the drownings or falsely accused the men I care about.

Now… now I don’t think I should trust any of them.

While I slept soundlessly last night, after we shared unbridled passions, one of them came here leaving this. To torment me, scare me.

To remind me… now the killer knows everything I know.

My hand shakes while I cry so hard that I’m hiccupping. I put the Kelley family’s antique necklace in my new trunk from Ceily. I intend to give it back to them once and for all. Break the curse. Not that I believe for a second it’s anything other than a wayfor the murderer to mark their victims. “Take that you bastard.” I give an aggressive middle finger to all corners of the room. “Hope you have a hidden camera somewhere to see this, you demented piece of shit. You’re a coward and history will forget you.” My voice gets choked.

I can’t help having both the heebies and the jeebies.

Charlie’s accusations towards Wilder come to mind…“You had access to it. You could’ve pocketed the necklace instead of throwing it in the lake.”Because how the hell does it come back from a deep, dark, weedy lake not once but multiple times? Neat little trick. But not likely.

What if… what if Wilderisguilty? The initials WPL on the note in the locket, on the doorframe. What else could it be? Carlotta could’ve been wrong, and Susanna was an actual unrelated accident. Giving Wilder a pass from being pinned as guilty. The visions, the connections…

Tick, tick boom.

Another motherfucking blast to my heart and the confidence I’d built in my relationship with him. But it could be any of them, Grady, Charlie, Wilder, or Cal. I’m fucking gullible, thinking that this situation could result in anything but heartbreak and devastation.

We laid it all out last night, and this morning I have more questions than answers.

Nat finds me huddled on my bed bawling when she wakes up. Without a word she climbs onto the bed and holds me. Never once admonishing me for getting myself involved in an impossible relationship. She rests her head against mine. “We’re out of dryer tampons.”

I’m not asking. I groan with a chuckle. Goll darn it, I’m going to miss my Natalie-isms.

Chapter Twenty-two

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