Page 55 of Midnight Chase


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A fierce blush rises to Summer’s cheeks. Rain takes pity on her and tilts her head with a smile. “I’m only messing with you, babe. I like it when you’re direct. Keep it up.”

Her and me both. I always feel proud when my sister speaks up instead of blending into the background.

“My brother is fiercely possessive of things he believes belong to him,” Rain explains, “but he’s also up in his head a lot, thinking, scheming… doing whatever psychopathic shit gets him off that day. As long as I stay out of his way, we’re good. He’s easily distracted by shinier objects.”

“Like older, married women,” I tease.

Rain groans, burying her face in her palms. “He’s such a pig. I swear to God he’s a manwhore.”

“What did he do this time?”

Rain peers at me before straightening up and letting out a deep sigh. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s haunted by memories she wishes she could wipe away with a bucket of bleach and a sponge.

“When I entered the trailer the other day, I found Mrs. Cummings fucking a dildo that was suctioned to the floor. You should’ve seen her. She was wearing a leather harness and had one of those ball gags in her mouth. She even had nipple clamps.” She shudders comically.

“Where was Malice while she was riding the… dildo?”

“Lounging in the chair with his muddy boots crossed at the ankles on the table and a joint between his lips.”

“He wasn’t doing… You know? Anything?” Summer questions.

“Thank fuck, no.” Rain makes a face. “That’s part of the kink, I believe. To watch women willingly degrade themselves while he sits there like a god, fully dressed, flicking his damn Zippo and smoking his joint.”

“The dildo was suctioned to the kitchen floor?” Summer asks, eyes wide. Wow. That’s what she took from all that? Not that Malice was watching a married woman old enough to be his mother riding a dildo in his and Rain’s kitchen where they eat their takeout.

“So what did you do?” My sister hangs onto Rain’s every word.

“Turned around and walked back out.” A sly smile unfurls across her face. “Enough about that. What’s the story with Jess and Kane?”

And just like that, the spotlight is back on me. Honestly, I want to tell them. I’m dying to actually.

“Oh, I know that smile,” Rain says with a wink.

Summer’s eyes grow bigger by the second. “You do?”

“I do.” Rain slides her coffee closer and circles the rim with a polished nail and a knowing little grin that hides secrets. “The dick was good.”

It was more than that. Not that I have much to compare it to, but it would easily be an eleven out of ten if I had to rate my experience.

Rain looks at me from beneath her dark lashes. “Wasn’t it?”

Summer turns her awed expression toward me, and I drop my head back with a playful groan.

“Okay, fine. The dick was good,” I admit. “More than good.”

Rain whoops, pretending to ride her chair as she moans. Her crude display draws attention to our little corner. The boys across the room erupt, cheering and pounding their hands on their table. Welcome to the Falls. We’re all crazy here.

Summer giggles as I lean over the table to shush Rain, though I can’t help but laugh, too. How could I not? Rain has no shame.

“Oh fuck, yes baby, yes!” Rain’s hands are in her hair, tugging and pulling. “That’s the spot.”

“Oh my god.” I give up and hide my burning face in my hands. Behind the counter, Mrs. Flores shakes her head at Rain’s antics while placing a latte on a tray, but she’s smiling too. I don’t blame her for tutting. After all, my best friend is pretending to get off while poor Mr. Tucker—who’s been coming here every day since his wife passed away in ’97—seems about to suffer a cardiac arrest. Someone should check on him. Maybe offer him some water.

“We can’t take you anywhere,” I say once she finally calms down, patting her mussed-up hair.

“Damn straight.” She refocuses on me. “So tell us, what’s the deal with you and Kane aside from orgasms?”

Now that’s a good question. My first instinct is to play down these past few days and make up some weak excuse about how it’s nothing more than casual sex, but I take a deep breath instead. The truth is more complicated than that.