“Disco?” Relief coursed through me at the sound of his voice, but I couldn’t locate him in the darkness.
“ Shh!” Disco’s voice whispered inside my head. “ Don’t talk out loud. You have to get outside. Can you do that?”
I chanced a glance toward the living room. Treenie was ass up in the air, her full breasts flush against the rug, mouth wide and eyes closed. Wesley pounded into her with enough force to push her forward, his lush hair covering both their bodies.
“Where are you?”
“ Don’t talk. Think of what you want to say, and I will hear it. I’m outside, Rhiannon.” A trace of urgency entered his voice. “ Can you make it to me? I cannot enter the house.”
“ Yes,” I thought back. I would make it to him because I had to.
My body protested as I turned to my side, and I decided to stay on the floor, dragging myself as not to draw attention. My right hand was slick against the wood, and I lifted it into the air. A long deep gash oozed inside my palm, several of my fingertips cut deep into the fatty tissue. I pushed aside the pain and nausea, and continued to pull myself along the wood, sliding in slow motion across the floor.
“Carson,” Wesley yelled, and the slapping sounds ceased. I froze, terror seeping into my stomach. “Someone’s awake.”
“Fuck!” Carson’s voice came from the kitchen. He murmured something I couldn’t make out, and Marcia’s lust-filled voice whispered in response. He came around the counter, naked and totally aroused.
Standing on unsteady legs, I bounded for the door and made it past the counter before Carson’s arm snaked around my midsection. He shoved a soft piece of cloth over my mouth again, and I brought my right leg up, thrusting the heel of my shit kicker into his shin.
“Son of a bitch!” he grunted, arms going lax.
When my feet hit the ground, I ran for the door. His hand wound through my hair, yanking my head back. He shoved the cloth over my mouth and I swung my arm around, planting an elbow into his ribs.
“Fucking bitch!” He released my hair and turned me. This time, he didn’t bother with the cloth. He drew back his arm and punched me dead-on in the mouth. The world spun and blood poured from my lips. I rotated with the blow, landing flat-faced on the floor.
I stayed down, waiting for him to make another move. Blood seeped past my lips and poured onto the polished wood like deep red paint. I closed my mouth, swallowing and gagging. My gaze drifted down the hallway to my left, and I saw a back door.
It was made entirely of glass, I could see outside.
“Let’s try this again.” He flipped me over and shoved the cloth over my face. His fingers slipped on my bloody mouth, and he used his clean hand to apply pressure. I shifted my weight and held my breath, waiting for the right moment.
When he moved between my legs, I drove my knee up with all the force I could muster. I felt the spongy tissue give way under the bony strength of my knee as I made solid contact with his balls. He groaned and fell on his side, hands coming up to cup himself.
I shoved his body away, stumbled to my feet, and his hand lashed out, latching onto my boot. My feet flew out from under me, and I went down hard, chin cracking the floor. Blackness threatened, and I worried I might pass out.
“Wesley said to wait, but fuck it. He can go second for a change.” Rough hands pulled my turtleneck free from my pants and tugged at the slacks. A deep-seated fury erupted. I would not let this happen without a fight.
No fucking way.
I reached out with my left hand and grabbed a handful of his blond hair. I twisted it as hard as I could, balled my fist, and when his chin came up, punched him in the nose. There was a nasty snap as his head whipped to the side and blood gushed from both nostrils.
When his corresponding blow connected with my jaw, I saw stars.
His hands cupped my breasts and moved down to my slacks. I brought my leg up, and he shoved my arms
“ Shh!” Disco’s voice whispered inside my head. “ Don’t talk out loud. You have to get outside. Can you do that?”
I chanced a glance toward the living room. Treenie was ass up in the air, her full breasts flush against the rug, mouth wide and eyes closed. Wesley pounded into her with enough force to push her forward, his lush hair covering both their bodies.
“Where are you?”
“ Don’t talk. Think of what you want to say, and I will hear it. I’m outside, Rhiannon.” A trace of urgency entered his voice. “ Can you make it to me? I cannot enter the house.”
“ Yes,” I thought back. I would make it to him because I had to.
My body protested as I turned to my side, and I decided to stay on the floor, dragging myself as not to draw attention. My right hand was slick against the wood, and I lifted it into the air. A long deep gash oozed inside my palm, several of my fingertips cut deep into the fatty tissue. I pushed aside the pain and nausea, and continued to pull myself along the wood, sliding in slow motion across the floor.
“Carson,” Wesley yelled, and the slapping sounds ceased. I froze, terror seeping into my stomach. “Someone’s awake.”
“Fuck!” Carson’s voice came from the kitchen. He murmured something I couldn’t make out, and Marcia’s lust-filled voice whispered in response. He came around the counter, naked and totally aroused.
Standing on unsteady legs, I bounded for the door and made it past the counter before Carson’s arm snaked around my midsection. He shoved a soft piece of cloth over my mouth again, and I brought my right leg up, thrusting the heel of my shit kicker into his shin.
“Son of a bitch!” he grunted, arms going lax.
When my feet hit the ground, I ran for the door. His hand wound through my hair, yanking my head back. He shoved the cloth over my mouth and I swung my arm around, planting an elbow into his ribs.
“Fucking bitch!” He released my hair and turned me. This time, he didn’t bother with the cloth. He drew back his arm and punched me dead-on in the mouth. The world spun and blood poured from my lips. I rotated with the blow, landing flat-faced on the floor.
I stayed down, waiting for him to make another move. Blood seeped past my lips and poured onto the polished wood like deep red paint. I closed my mouth, swallowing and gagging. My gaze drifted down the hallway to my left, and I saw a back door.
It was made entirely of glass, I could see outside.
“Let’s try this again.” He flipped me over and shoved the cloth over my face. His fingers slipped on my bloody mouth, and he used his clean hand to apply pressure. I shifted my weight and held my breath, waiting for the right moment.
When he moved between my legs, I drove my knee up with all the force I could muster. I felt the spongy tissue give way under the bony strength of my knee as I made solid contact with his balls. He groaned and fell on his side, hands coming up to cup himself.
I shoved his body away, stumbled to my feet, and his hand lashed out, latching onto my boot. My feet flew out from under me, and I went down hard, chin cracking the floor. Blackness threatened, and I worried I might pass out.
“Wesley said to wait, but fuck it. He can go second for a change.” Rough hands pulled my turtleneck free from my pants and tugged at the slacks. A deep-seated fury erupted. I would not let this happen without a fight.
No fucking way.
I reached out with my left hand and grabbed a handful of his blond hair. I twisted it as hard as I could, balled my fist, and when his chin came up, punched him in the nose. There was a nasty snap as his head whipped to the side and blood gushed from both nostrils.
When his corresponding blow connected with my jaw, I saw stars.
His hands cupped my breasts and moved down to my slacks. I brought my leg up, and he shoved my arms
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