Page 15 of Wrong Turn

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Bridget says, cupping Lukas’s cock over his pants, fluttering her eyelashes.

Pushing her hand away, Lukas worms his way out from her embrace. Grabbing a beer, he cracks it open, and starts gulping. “Sorry…can’t, I’ve been drinking.”

She drops her jaw, shocked by his blatant disregard of her sex-laced request. “That was rude!” Bridget looks like she’s on the cusp of crying or screaming, and I don’t want to be here to listen to either.

“Yeah, well, so is forcing your touch on someone who clearly doesn’t want it,” Lukas replies, staring her dead in the face. I hold back a giggle.

Lukas isn't wrong, and him saying that to her probably felt like a punch in the gut. She thinks we don't realize he has the same effect on her as he does everyone else. All I’m going to say is that this man makes my ovaries do back flips.

Bridget’s cheeks turn into tomatoes as the rejection and embarrassment weigh down upon her. “Fuck you,” she growls.

“Woah!” Lukas exclaims, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Fuck all of you!” Bridget screams. “I hate it here. Being stuck with a group of nasty bitches who don’t even like me.”

“Hey,” I softly say. “We like you. We just don’t like that you didn’t help us clean. We’re a team…”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Fallon, you stunned virgin. No one likes you either. Give up the innocent act, it’s as fake as your tits.”

Lukas backs away slowly, trying to make a break for the back door to avoid the cat fight, but Amber and Summer block his exit. Clearly having heard the screaming and came to rescue me.

“That’s rich coming from the plastic surgery queen,” Summer says sweetly, leaning against one side of the doorway. “Isn’t that right, Amber?”

“I’d say so,” she replies, mirroring Summer’s stance against the other side of the door frame.

Lukas tries to squeeze between the two pissed off women but they hold their ground, glaring him down. He folds beneath their gaze, sinking to the floor between them like an obedient guard dog. Something glints in Summer’s eyes, and Amber throws her a sly wink. I’m about to bust a gut at the sight of him sitting on the floor, hoping to diffuse the tension in the room, but then Amber’s deathly calm voice invades the atmosphere, sending a chill down my spine. “Why don’t you do yourself a favour andapologize to Fallon before I show everyone your pre-nose job pictures.”

Oh, shit! There’s pictures? Bridget is so boned. Savannah and I have been friends with her longer than Summer and Amber have, and I didn’t even know she had a nose job. Fuck, what did it look like?

Instead of apologizing, Bridget lashes out. Amber watches, appearing almost bored with the whole situation. There’s a reason we call her the mother of the group, it’s because she doesn’t give in to the toddler throwing a tantrum in the middle of the room. Summer and I look at each other, equally shocked, but without a clue as to what to say or do as Bridget screams and throws things. Complaining that no one cares about her, how we’re all terrible friends, and that we better drive her home or she’s going to run into the woods and kill herself, because that will show us.

Bridget’s chest heaves as she tries to get a reaction out of any of us. Unfortunately, for her, we’re all used to her manipulation tactics, and don’t give in. Switching gears, she starts crying, tears streaming down her face, “Please, please, please…just help me.”

Amber looks her dead in the eye, cracks another alcoholic tea, then turns back out through the rear door. Lukas scrambles up from the floor, following her, with Summer leaving the kitchen behind him. Guess they aren’t going to help her after all.

I bet Savannah is hiding in the bathroom until this is all over, lucky ass.

“I’ll fucking walk to town then!” Bridget screams at no one in particular.

“Make sure you take a jacket,” Summer yells from outside. Smoke shoots from Bridget’s ears as she stomps back down the hallway, and I take the opportunity to bolt outside, joining Lukas, Summer, and Amber at the fire pit.

14

SMOKE BREAK

LUKAS

Standing, I make the gesture that I’m going for a smoke, tapping two fingers against my lips. The four girls all take notice but wave me away, too busy pouring my special homemade Sangria into their cups. I was kind of hoping one of them would break off from the group to join me, but no luck. Oh, well. I know there’s a lone lady out on the road somewhere; maybe I’ll go save her, and get my dick wet before coming back here to try and finesse my way into a threesome. Foursome? Oh my gods…a fivesome! The thought of so much wet pussy aching for me makes my eyes cross. There’s just enough rohypnol in the wine to make them compliant with whatever the hell I want to do. Mix that with the alcohol, and they’ll all be hornier than a priest at a Boy Scout convention when I get back.

The walk to my truck is short, I hop into the driver’s seat and turn the key. Reversing out of the driveway, and heading off in the direction of the corner store.

Darkness has fully set in, but the flashlight from Bridget’s phone illuminating the road in front of her lets me know exactlywhere she is. She didn’t get far at all, probably hoping someone would’ve felt guilty enough to come and rescue her.

No such luck.

I found out the SUV belongs to Amber, and she’ll cut off fingers if any one even looks at it the wrong way. Which has a malicious little idea taking root; it grows fast and violent. I can’t wait to see her pretty little face contorted in so much anger that she could skin you alive with just a look.

Okay, focus, what’s the plan? Kill this annoying tic, fuck with Amber’s SUV, and maybe stick my dick in Summer’s ass while she sleeps? Got it.

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