Page 8 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
"So you dropped off nails and left?" Connor squinted at me, his jaw tight.
I could have agreed with him and left it at that, but I decided to be honest. Besides, I wanted to work through my thoughts. That would be easier if I said the words out loud.
"I feel like I've been there before. Everything about the place was familiar." I tucked hair behind my ear and let my mind wander back.
"Have you been up there since you arrived in town?" Riley asked.
Slowly, I shook my head. "No. The farthest I've been are the falls, and that was with both of you. Josiah, he let me look in Coral's house. In her bedroom."
"The fucker—" Connor started, his face turning red.
I placed my hands on his chest. "It's not like that. I thought I remembered her room. Is it possible someone filmed in there and I saw it on TV or on the Internet?"
"If it happened I don't know about it," Connor said after a moment's thought. "Why would they? She drowned. Why would they show her room?"
"Because maybe she didn't drown," I said. "I know you don't want to think Josiah was telling the truth, but what if he was? What if she was taken that day?"
"If they thought that was what happened and filmed in her bedroom and some attempt to… I don't know, find her, wouldn't they have told everyone in town?" Riley asked.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess they would. That doesn't mean she wasn't taken. There's one explanation for why I felt like everything up there was familiar."
"You're psychic?" Riley frowned at me. "Did you touch her things? Maybe you can lead the police to her remains."
"What the fuck, bro?" Connor turned to give him a funny look. "You don't believe that stuff, do you?"
Riley shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know. A lot happens in this world I can't explain. Why both of you like me is one of them."
"Because you're cute," I said. He had his moments, but I was becoming more and more attached to both of them.
Riley elbowed Connor. "Did you hear that? I'm cute."
Connor rolled his eyes but a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Leah, don't encourage him." He blew out a long breath between pursed lips. "Okay, why do you think it was familiar to you?"
"This is going to sound crazy," I said tentatively. "But what if I am Coral Clarke?"
Both of them stared at me.
"Whatever bullshit Josiah has going on in your head, you need to forget it," Connor said after a few beats of uncomfortable silence. "Coral Clarke is dead. Put that out of your mind and stay away from him."
"Or else what?" I shoved his chest, but he didn't move.
He caught my wrists and held them tight. "Or we'll fuck those thoughts out of your pretty little head. Get on…" He stopped himself and looked down at my knees. Or the front of my jeans which were covered in dirt where I'd fallen to them.
He turned toward my bedroom and pulled me with him, leaving Riley to follow behind. Connor sat me down on the edge of my bed and stepped between my legs.
"Take out my cock," he growled. "I'm going to fuck your mouth until you don't remember his name or hers."
"What if I say no?" I asked, lifting my chin defiantly. He knew that tone of voice. If I really meant no, he'd step away. I liked to challenge him and Riley. It made things more interesting.
Connor grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged my head back until I was looking right at him.
"Take. Out. My. Cock. Now."
A smile on my lips, I pushed down the front of his track pants and boxers, letting his thick erection spring free.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
My eyes on his, I did what he said, letting him press his tip against my tongue. I licked around his head, tasting pre-cum as it leaked from his slit.
