Page 26 of Run for Us

She sucks my cock harder, and I slide my fingers into her hair and fuck her mouth. It’s not long before my balls go tight and I cum down her throat, pulling out quickly so she can breathe. Rip must cum as well, as his thrusts stop, but Shore moves faster until she screams, the sound echoing around us.

“Fuck!”Shore grits out.“Your ass is so fucking tight I can’t hold on any longer.”

He finishes inside her, then slowly pulls out, stumbling back a little. I help Kinsley off Rip and scoop her into my arms, cradling her body to mine as I sit. She curls into me.

“You did a great job.”

“I’m sad it’s over,” she whispers.

Me too, Kinsley. Me too.

A high-pitched squeal has Kinsley startling in my arms. We both look over, and my eyes widen behind my mask.

Shore rips his mask from his face and throws it toward the ground.

“Holy fuck! Get that thing away from me! Fucking armored freak that can swim and crawl at the same time. Ahhhh!”

He runs toward the stairs, and Rip takes off after him.

Kinsley jumps from my lap like her ass is on fire and starts shaking her head.

Before I can explain, there’s a commotion and Shore trips. I rush toward the stairs, but he and Rip have disappeared from sight.

When I reach the top, I see Shore has fallen pretty far, and he groans. “I think I broke my arm. But I don’t think it was a crab after all,” he says with a pained grin, trying to lighten the situation. It’s highly unlikely a crab would have ventured up this far, and was maybe an overreaction from Shore, but that’s how much he hates crabs.

Rip has removed his mask now, and I do the same. I pull my phone from my pocket and dial Dax, one of the handful of paramedics in town.

“Kasen, what’s up?” he asks. I know he is on call tonight for the festival. There’s normally some dumbass teenager that lets off fireworks and something goes wrong.

“We are at the lookout. Shore has fallen down the stairs,” I say with a slight panic in my voice.

“Be there soon. Tell the idiot not to move. I don’t need to tell you how stupid it is to be there at night.”

“Fuck, I know. Just come quickly.”

I end the call, but a sniffle behind me has me turning to see Kinsley standing there with her arms wrapped around her body.

“I... I need to go,” she says and pushes past me, descending the stairs and edging her way around Shore and Rip.

“Kinsley, please don’t go. We can explain,” Shore says, reaching toward her as she tries to bypass them, but then he hisses out in pain.

“I can’t stay. This was a terrible idea,” she blurts.

Then she races down the rest of the stairs and disappears. I should chase her, but she isn’t an idiot. She knows she willingly agreed to this. We also deceived her, and in her position, I would be pissed. We can get Shore looked at and then hopefully tomorrow she will let us explain ourselves.

Dax and his partner arrive ten minutes later and take Shore to the hospital. After a bunch of exams and x-rays, he ends up having to stay overnight with a suspected concussion, along with some bruised ribs and a fractured wrist.

Kinsley didn’t show up at the hospital, not that I expected her to. I just hope that in the light of day, she forgives us.

Chapter Fourteen

Kinsley

Two weeks have passed since I left Bluebell Bay. I don’t know why I thought I could leave my life in Sterling Crest behind. While I should have been upset it was Shore, Rip, and Kasen behind the masks, if I’m being truthful with myself, I had an inkling it was them all along and I didn’t care. The feeling of being free was like a drug, the same way it was when I was eighteen, but I should have known better. Look what happened the first time.

The morning of the Fourth of July, before I went out for the day, I called my mom and told her I was moving. How I had signed and paid for a lease for six months, so she could let me work remotely or I would quit.

The conversation didn’t go well. She reminded me of what happened to Teddy and told me bad things happen when I try to leave. Beth called me that night, and I found out Shore had a concussion, bruised ribs, and a fractured wrist. She tried to tell me it wasn’t my fault, but I know it was. Once again, I had runfrom the life I was born into, and someone was injured. Shore would be out of work, and for what? For me to get my rocks off. I needed to face facts—this is my life and where I belong. While I would forever have the memories of Bluebell Bay, my mom was right. I’m an adult, and I can’t run from that reality.

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