Page 30 of Wrong Turn

“No, it’s not a game… so, you should probably hurry the fuck up and cum, or we won’t have a chance in hell at escaping through the bedroom window.”

Ah, yes, every man’s dream…getting arrested butt ass naked.

“Focus on me, not them,” she coaxes, taking me back into her hot, wet mouth.

“That’s kind of hard to do with the entire county’s police department outside.”

Amber wraps her hand around my shaft, and starts to bob her hand in perfect sync with her mouth, swirling her tongue and twisting her grip on my wet cock. She effectively erases my fear about the police presence lingering just yards away.

Her free hand travels up my stomach, and wraps around my neck. Her mouth pops off my cock as her other hand still firmlypumps me toward release. “Come on, Cyrus. Be a good boy and cum for me. Paint my tits and I’ll let you lick it off.”

That does me in. The dominance in her voice, the mental image of her chest dripping with my cum, and the constricting of her fingers on my throat blows me apart.

As I spurt, she gasps, my hot seed spattering her skin. A door bangs open, and I’m snapped back to reality. The sound of it breaking to pieces clatters throughout the house, as the authorities force their way inside.

Amber yanks the shirt from my face, starting to work on the rope that’s holding my left foot in place. My seed drips down her chest, and I itch to lick it up. She deserves to get as good as she gives me.

Time ticks by at a snail’s pace, and I swear whatever she’s doing is having the opposite effect of what our goal is...

Footsteps pound through the main level, clearing every room along the way. As they get closer, I swear the rope is only getting tighter.

The person who I assume is in charge of the raid crosses the bedroom threshold, and my eyes have to be playing tricks on me.

“What the hell?!”

29

NO MORE QUESTIONS

SUMMER

YESTERDAY

Fallon is sitting on the couch, a blubbering mess. Watching her has me stifling a laugh. She reminds me of the reporter hiding in the woods fromScary Movie,snot leaking out her nose, and borderline hyperventilating.

I know she needs someone comforting and soft-spoken right now, but that ain’t me. Between the storm and her high-pitched wheezing wails, I’m overstimulated as shit, treading the line of a meltdown. I can't focus or process a single thing right now, much less formulate any semblance of a plan.Fuck!

Pacing back and forth across the living room, I try to gather all of my thoughts. What did Amberreallymean when she said I could do anything to entertain myself? The last time that phrase was uttered, things got messy. Unless… Is that what she wanted me to remember?

A smile pulls at my lips as Fallon’s grating voice pops my happy little bubble. “What....what the hell? What are we going to do? Where’s Amber?” she asks in between sobs.

I don't actually know what’s happening, but I have enough of a brain to guess what’s going on out in those woods, and telling her would do the opposite of calm her nerves.

I kneel down in front of her, grabbing both her hands, making her look at me. “I need you to go to your bedroom and start packing up all your stuff. I’m going to do the same for Amber and I. So, as soon as she walks through the door, we can leave.” Fallon nods, pulling her hands from mine to wipe the tears and mucus from her face.She better not try and touch me.“Don't ask me anymore questions about whatever might be happening right now because my guess is as good as yours.”

Her mouth opens like she’s going to ask me something but then closes it. She stands, rushing down the hallway without another word, disappearing into her room.

I move to do the same. Changing out of my pyjamas and throwing them into my bag, I pull on a loose-fitting, black band t-shirt and black leggings. I work my red coil-curls up into a tight bun, because having it hanging in my face when I’m already wired is enough to drive me mental.

I finish stuffing all my things into the two bags I had, then dart to the bathroom to collect mine and Amber’s toothbrushes and other things. I carry my bags to the front foyer, dropping them loudly on the hardwood floor.

“Summer!” Fallon calls from her room. I can’t resist the roll of my eyes into the back of my skull.Maybe if I ignore her, she will go away.I quickly tip-toe back down the hall, slipping into Amber’s room. Grabbing her headphones, I slip them over my head. They effectively muffle the sounds happening around me as I rush to pack up all of Amber’s crap.If she doesn’t like how I did it, then she should’ve been here to do it herself.However, Iknow what she’s doing, so wrinkling up all her clothes is the least I can do. Sheisthe one having all the fun while I’m stuck here with the baby of the group.

“SUMMER!” she wails again. What could she possibly need me for? “Summer! Can you hear me?”Unfortunately.“Summer! Where are you?”Summer! Summer! Summer!My ears ring as her shrillness pierces my brain, shooting a stabbing pain behind my eyes.SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I silently march to her room. Fallon has her back to me as she hurriedly folds her clothes, trying to neatly place them into her duffle bag on the bed. She knows this is a matter of life or death, yet she still takes her time to make sure there’s some sort of organization. Is it a way to help her process what’s happening? Or, is it making her feel more in control?

“Summer!” she yells, not realizing I’m right behind her. The noise makes me wince involuntarily.I like the quiet.

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