Page 25 of Wrong Turn

Amber pulls the trigger, firing a shot clear through my scope. Had I been lying there still, I’d be dead. Shot clear through the skull. I watch as satisfaction pummels through her.

She moves to slide off the roof, and I take off like a jack rabbit through the trees. She sees me, jumping down, and coming after me at full speed.

There’s a cacophony of sounds behind me, but I’m not slowing down to see what’s happening.

“GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” I hear Amber yell. She must have stopped pursuing me momentarily, but I don’t stop, I don’t slow down.

I’m about to put all of her skills to the test.

24

SAY MY NAME, SAY MY NAME

AMBER

Do I chase him? It has to be Lukas hiding in the bushes, the retreating form is too familiar to be anyone else.

Fallon opens the front door, screaming for me to get inside before I get shot, and I want to punch her in the face. Can’t Summer feel it? The heat thrumming through me. I want to take out this threat before she dies, too. As if finally hearing my incessant knocking on the door in her mind, she emerges, pulling Fallon back inside.

“Do you want to get shot, dumbass? Leave Amber to do what she knows how to do,” Summer snaps.

“Get the fuck inside!” I yell, “And stay away from the god damn windows!” The door shuts behind them as I breathe in deep, composing myself, and reining in my emotions. I can’t believe he stooped so low as to fuck with my vehicle.

“Yes, Mom,”Summer’s voice grumbles through my subconscious.

“Find a way to entertain yourself, I’ll be back soon,”I reply.

“But there’s nothing to do…”Summer whines.

“Get creative.”

Summer’s excited face pops into the window,“Anything?”she asks.

“Anything,”I reply. She claps her hands, then disappears from view.

Sprinting off in the direction I saw the man disappear, I keep my tread light. Trying to listen to the sounds of the forest around me is near impossible as the sky finally breaks, unleashing a torrent of rain. I’m soaked within seconds, the heavy rain washing away any chance I had at following whoever shot out my tires. The weight of the water pulls at my joggers. I have to stop, losing precious time in order to pull the drawstring tight, and tie it before my pants slip off while running.

While stopped, the distinct splash and squelch of boots through a muddy puddle sounds off to my left. I take off in that direction, gun still held tightly in my hand as the rain beads off my hot skin. A flicker of movement to my right has me changing course—a flash of green to my left. He’s zig-zagging, wasting my time and energy. Pausing, I watch him cross my path again, then take off in a straight line. Intercepting him as my body crashes into his, forcing him to the ground beneath me.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” Lukas pants, his broad chest heaving, hands held up in surrender. I love the feeling of his firm body helpless beneath me. Straddling his hips, I grind my pelvis against his.

“Awe, what’s the matter, mountain man? Scared of little old me?” His hard cock rubs between my legs, and I wonder what exactly turned him on. The chase? Being hunted? Watching me take in his twisted murder?

“You did shoot at me,” he drawls, hands landing on my thighs as he starts to move his hips in time with mine.

“I didn’t hit you,” I counter, pleasure melting away my anger at him for fucking my vehicle past the point of fixing. I’ll never get the smell of Bridget’s blood out of the upholstery.

“Did you know I’d moved?” he asks, and I shrug my reply. I know he’s not stupid enough to stay still when I’m aiming a gun in his direction, but he doesn’t need to knowallmy secrets.

“I can’t believe you lied to my face so easily.” My fingers find the button to his jeans, working to quickly undo it. Bridget’s blood saturates the front of them. The sight unleashes a flood of jealousy. What was she doing with her face so close to his dick?

“Well it’s not like I could ask if you liked my art work with all your friends there.” His voice pulls me from the irritating thought. I guess it doesn’t matter now. She’s dead, and I’ll fuck him better than she ever could, dead or alive. His hands leave my thighs, moving to inch his wet jeans down over his ass, and I pull them down to his knees.

“Can you imagine their faces if you had? We would’ve had a blood bath to clean up,” I reply. His fingers pull at the drawstring of my joggers, loosening them as I plant my boots in the mud under his armpits. Placing my hands on his thighs, I lift my body, and he pulls my pants down. Fisting his cock, he slides it through my slit. I’m fucking dripping for him, cunt throbbing around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Sit on my cock, princess. I need to be inside you.”

“What if I don’t?” I coo, keeping my pussy just out of his reach, his tip barely grazing my wetness as he whimpers.

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