Page 67 of Wicked Deceit
“You’re a little devil,” she whispers, tugging my hair again. Shivers force themselves down my spine, jerking my body, and I swear I come in my shorts. Shit, that’s not supposed to happen with the pull of my hair. She’s supposed to pull my cock.
“Would a little devil do this?” I mock with a grin, rolling my hard dick on her center, eliciting the best raspy, horny sounds from her throat.
She throws her head back into the couch, body arching into mine. No words have to leave her lips—only the feel of her body against mine, begging for more.
“Yes, the devil would do that,” she moans with a raspy voice, coming out in breathy pants.
I swivel my hips so my dick rubs right along her clothed crease. Her moans fill the room. Shit, my groans fill the room in unison with hers. Like we’re singing a sexy song of lust and need, begging each other for the release we desperately need. My balls tingle again, pulling towards my abdomen. Hot fire spears down my spine, and fuck, if I’m not careful, I’ll come from this. A-freaking-gain. While dry humping, nonetheless. And how could I, an eighteen-year-old dude, explain I came in my pants from dry humping?
“Is your phone vibrating? Or are you just overly excited right now?” I snort at her words. Leaning down, I rest my forehead on hers, staring into the depths of her eyes.
Shit. I want to sink inside of her, but I’ve been waiting to hear from my dad all day. I close my eyes, breathing in her frantic breaths. Later—I'll sink inside her later and fuck her brains out after we get a hotel room and get far away from here.
“Worst buzz kill,” I mutter, fishing for my phone and pulling it out—a random number flashes across it. Usually, when my dad calls, it’s from the prison. But this one is new. It’s our area code, so it’s from Cali.
My brows furrow when I answer with hesitation, hoping it’s my dad on the other end. My reluctance is short-lived when I hear my dad’s soothing voice on the other side, sending all my worries away. My dad has always been my rock and my voice of reason. He’s the man who raised Ainsley and me on his own after my mom tucked tail and left us. He was a superstar juggling a budding movie career, two kids, and a production company. Hell, he still is. He’s my idol.
Climbing off Kaycee is the hardest thing I’ve done today. And the second? My dick. But it slowly deflates as I pace the room, especially with the seriousness in my dad’s tone tonight. My gut churns again with an uneasy feeling. Something is off again, even with him. My dad speaks in a soft voice, catching up on what I’ve been up to. I hold up a finger to Kace, letting her know I’m going to the guys’ room to pace and talk in private so she can enjoy the rest of the movie still playing on the big screen. She nods, and as I’m about to leave the room, her phone buzzes loudly on the table, and it makes me pause.
Concern washes over me as I watch all the color draining from her face. I swallow hard, something again nagging at me when I hold her shut-off gaze. A strange burning sensation flares through my chest when she brushes me off.
She slaps the phone back down, leaving it on the table with a grimace and a head shake. Meeting me in the middle of the room, she kisses my cheek, lingering for more than a second. Her entire body trembles, and when I go to throw my arm around her body, she shakes her head, motioning she’ll be in her room. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach when she sits at her computer with her fingers working like lightning over the keys. Everything inside me is telling me something is off, screaming in a loud warning siren inside my brain. It tells me to scoop her up and get the fuck out of here before it all goes to shit.
“Son, did you hear me?” My dad’s voice booms through the phone, grabbing my attention back to him.
I pace the living room, biting my nails. I keep a close watch on the woman who eyes me wearily, eventually shooing me away with a flick of her wrist. I sigh, nodding, and make my way towards the front door, clicking the lock in place and ensuring everything is secure before I march towards the other bedroom, giving her the privacy she wants. But my chest still feels heavy with every step I take into the bedroom away from her.
“Uh, yeah, sorry, Dad,” I say, wrinkling my nose when I enter the room.
Half the room has dirty clothes on the floor, and the other half is clean as a whistle. They don’t even sleep in here anymore, opting to sleep in the big bed with the rest of us. So, how the shit is it so damn dirty? Since Kaycee moved in here with us, we have stayed in her room every night and cuddled in bed. Well, the three of us, at least. Carter, not so much. Only when he can get away. I guess. He tries to carefully sneak around, keeping up the weird charade he’s in with us, but not with us. Which makes this whole relationship complicated in public.
“Where are you?” I ask as a cool winter breeze lifts the hair on my arms, and I freeze on the spot.
What the shit? I whip my head toward the window at the far end of the room—my brows furrow. I didn’t open it. Did I? Fuck no, I didn’t. I lean closer to it as my heart pounds against my ribs and follow the broken glass on the ground. My mouth pops open in shock as glass crunches beneath my feet. My father continues to speak as I take a picture and forward it to Grumpy, asking him what the fuck? I swallow my panic looking all around the room for any sign someone is in here. But the hole in the glass is only as small as the rock lying in the debris. I pick it up and inspect it as my father continues to speak.
“Ah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about real fast, bud. They’ve taken me into a secured location,” he says, lowering his voice and catching my attention again.
“Really? Why?” I breathe, stumbling back from the mess. My mind moves a million miles a minute, trying to process everything–his words, the broken window, and the safety of my girl. I need to get her out of here now before it escalates into something we can’t come back from.
I stalk back out of the room and peek at Kaycee, who stares at the computer with wide, glossy eyes. My eyes dart across the house, listening for any noises that might be out of place. But nothing seems to be wrong. Everything is in order. Shit. Maybe one of the twins accidentally broke it before they left? But that seems unlikely. I stand guard, looking at Kaycee when I send a text to the twins asking if they broke the fucking window.
The phone muffles, and a crackling noise comes through from my dad’s end. “Yes,” he whispers into the phone. “A week ago, Special Agent Seven came and took me from prison. She gave me my clothes and a private room at some compound.” Compound? Agent Seven? What the hell?
My poor heart pounds frantically. Running my free hand through my hair, I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out with relief. Maybe everything will be fine if they’ve let him out. Maybe they’re tracking these Apocalypse bastards right now, and we have nothing to worry about. I pace back towards the twins’ room with a new reassurance that we’ll be okay. And that I have nothing to fear with Kaycee on the other side of the house.
“So, does this mean…?”
“Not so fast, bud,” he sighs, deflating my momentary happy bubble. “I’m not out of the woods yet. I’m still in their custody, whoever they are. I just wanted to give you and Ains a heads up. Everything seems to be looking up for me. They’re figuring it all out.” Hearing the crack in my dad’s voice tightens my throat with renewed worries.
“I love you, Dad. I’m glad everything is looking up. Maybe you’ll be home before New Year’s,” I say before we talk a little more and say our goodbyes.
Hanging up the phone, I take a few steps towards the bedroom door with the intent to check on Kaycee. Whatever is happening here, I need to get Kace out and to safety. I’ll take her to a hotel far, far away from here. But we need to do it now. I didn’t want to freak my dad out or get off the phone with him, but I know something is about to happen in my gut. And that creepy feeling I’ve had all day settles in my gut—time to leave.
Just as I’m about to leave the twins’ bedroom, ready to tell Kace the excellent news and check on her again, my phone dings in my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
Seger: Dude…we didn’t break the window…..
Shit! If he didn’t break the damn window. Then who did? Fuck! Kaycee! I swallow a gasp when the lights in the entire house blink out, blanketing me in black, except for my phone. As I light up the screen, searching for the damn flashlight, a familiar voice halts me in my tracks.
