“Ha!” I blasted him, pointing my fork at him, and a bit of chicken flew off and landed on his plate. “You do have it.”
He tipped his head back in laughter. “I’m kidding. Fuck, girl, you’ll believe anything. He lost his fucking mind, that’s what he lost.”
I rolled my eyes because he was still acting like a fool, and I was losing patience. “I don’t think I’d want to meet your brother down a dark alley,” I said truthfully. “Dementor.”
“Yeah, well, they always get it wrong between us,” he said flatly.
“What do you mean?” I was reluctant to eat food anymore in case he had drugged me, but also, wasting food was a pet hate of mine. So, I took another bite of chicken while he watched me closely, wearing that look on his face.
“Because he looks like my dad, so they think he’s the bad one,” he enlightened me, then rested his fork on his plate, wiped his hands on his thighs, and took a sip from his can of cola.
“And is he?” I pressed curiously.
He shrugged again and gazed out into the fading light.
“Actually, I thought both of you were the bad ones,” I said before he had a chance to say anything.
“Have you had enough?” he asked, ignoring my comment.
“Yeah, I think so,” I told him as nerves reared up again in my stomach, feeling like little pinpricks.
“Good,” he said, then placed a long box on the table before me. “Open it.”
30
I licked apricot off my bottom lip as his greedy eyeswatched me closely, before ripping open the end of the box, still nervous about what could be in there. He didn’t know me enough to buy a personal gift, so I assumed it was something random or a gag from a trick shop. But I’ll take that something will jump out at me, since Ezrah can’t wipe that smirk off his face.
There was a pink-branded box slotted inside the plain cardboard delivery carton, and as soon as I dragged it out, there was a window cut into the cardboard, revealing a large, pink dildo.
“What?” I waved the box at him as his nostrils flared, utterly entertained by my reaction.
He stood up and stepped to my side of the picnic table, and immediately my nerves buzzed about in my stomach, stirring nausea. His big hands easily ripped the vibrator out of the box, then switched it on so it vibrated at three levels, pressing it against my cheek.
I pulled away, unsure of what he planned to do with that thing, but he parked his ass right next to me as his cologne and body heat draped all over my body.
He flicked on the vibration again, then slipped the pink quivering rod under the table, where he flicked it on and off again as if checking to see if it worked.
“Well…I saw you at the window, fingering yourself, so I thought maybe you needed an extra hand,” he said, looking me in the eye, as he slipped the vibrator between my legs.
I swallowed, pleased that the light was too dim to see the embarrassed expression on my face. Every time I pushed that moment to the back of my mind, the 6ft4 thug brought it back up again. Man, I hated him, yet I was finding it impossible to get up and leave, as it seemed my butt cheeks were glued to the wooden slatted bench.
He ran the vibrator slowly along the inside of my thigh as my hands gripped the edge of the table to stop me from falling back. His movements were painstakingly slow, inch by dirty inch, moving closer to the place between my legs. I bit down hard on my lip, again relieved that the light was dim where it was harder to detect the ache and longing on my face.
Just as he was about to touch my core with the vibrating rod, I gripped his forearm and sighed, “No. Please. No.”
“No?” His voice was breathy and gravelly as his lips brushed softly across my cheek. When he reached my earlobe, he gently bit it between his teeth. “Are you sure, Stabby?”
Inadvertently, I shook my head as if I had no control over my movement anymore. “I mean…yes.”
His tongue found its way into my ear, and I cringed as it tickled. I placed my hand on his chest to push him away. But his lips traveled down my neck, a warm, wet tongue ran down my skin, and a gasp escaped my lips, betraying me.
“No or yes, Stabby,” he breathed against my skin.
“I don’t know,” I replied, as he moved the vibrator a little closer to my aching clit as my lips parted to cry out in agony, only for a hand to claim my mouth.
A shadow cast over me from behind, and for a moment, I was muddled as to where this extra hand came from, but then I realized we had a second player join us. Oh no. I was doomed.
The hand that covered my mouth tipped my head back, and I gazed into the eyes of the devil who possessed my mouth with his. I was disoriented slightly as I stared at his neck as he seduced me from behind, and I almost forgot about the vibrator between my legs, until Ezrah touched me and I lurched, gasping.
