#Notaserialkiller
I’m here. Coming in now.
We hear the main entrance doors open. Tate appears in the coral reef section first, where he is visible through the tank glass. He wears dark clothes—black jeans and a black hoodie—and looks nervous. I don’t blame him. Honestly, I give the guy props; he has serious balls meeting strangers when they could be anyone. I wouldn’t do it because, knowing my luck, they would be a crazy fan who kidnaps me and uses me as a breeding machine.
Abby moves first, the glow of her mask lighting up the room.
“Welcome.”Abby’s distorted voice echoes through the aquarium.“We’ve been waiting for you.”
Tate’s head snaps toward the sound, and his entire body goes rigid. I wonder if he is having second thoughts.
Landon emerges from the opposite side.“Are you ready for us?”Landon asks, and Tate nods as he looks between them.
“Run,”Abby says.
Tate doesn’t hesitate—he takes off running, heading back toward the main exhibit hall. Landon and I are after him immediately. His footsteps echo off the tiles, so it’s easy to follow behind him while slightly keeping our distance. He enters theAtlantic Ocean display. Landon cuts him off from the other side, causing him to pivot and head for the narrow hallway.
I’m gaining on him as he reaches the seahorse exhibit, and Tate tries to backtrack.
Abby jumps out, cutting off his escape route.
He spins and we follow, all three of us side by side. He tries to hide in the deep-sea section again, weaving between the tanks, but there’s nowhere to go. We’ve cornered him perfectly, closing in from every direction.
Tate looks between the three of us, trying to find an escape route, but there isn’t one.
“There’s no way out,”I say, loving the sound of my voice through the modulator.
Abby takes a slow step forward, and Tate takes a step back, then another. He’s backed against a huge tank now, the large fish swimming around behind his silhouette.
“Do you remember your safe word?”Abby asks him, and he nods.“Then it’s time for you to get naked.”
Chapter Fourteen
Abby
Tate hesitates when I ask him to get undressed, though I would, too, if the roles were reversed.
He looks from me over to where Levi and Landon stand.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,”I reassure him.
Tate grabs the hem of his shirt, his hands trembling as he pulls it up over his head and drops it to the floor. Holy fuck, the pictures did not do him justice. I can’t look away as he slips off his shoes and undoes his pants, pulling them down until he is fully naked, standing there, his cock hard. As I take a step forward, he stares at me, his eyes never wavering.“I like the way you’re watching me. Would you like me to touch you?”
Tate nods, and I smile behind my mask. I want to take my time with him, to show him it’s okay to want this. When I get close, Levi and Landon step up behind me.
“Take his cock in your hand,”Levi says. The distortion can’t hide him from me.
The moment I wrap my fingers around him, Tate lets out a shaky breath. I hesitate to move, now that I’m holding his hard cock in my palm, so Landon steps forward and wraps his large hand around mine and guides me gently.
“Look how hard he is for you,”Levi says. He has always been a talker in the bedroom, so I shouldn’t have expected anything less from him tonight.
“Oh f-fuck,” Tate stammers out with a groan. “If you keep doing that, it will be over before it starts.”
Levi’s modified laugh echoes around the room.“Don’t be silly, there will be so much of your DNA splashed in here by the time we are done that I really hope you’re not a serial killer.”
As Landon picks up the pace of our strokes, Levi moves to stand directly behind me. His hand dips into the back of my pants, sliding down until his fingers find the wetness between my legs.
“What a dirty girl, so wet for our little serial killer. Do you want to taste her?”
