“You want me to run naked?”
Landon nods.“I suggest you get going, or I will fuck your ass raw right here.”
Tate hesitates for a moment and then races away.
His bare feet slap against the polished concrete floor as he bolts down the corridor. We all take chase, and damn, I’m seriously out of shape. I can barely keep up with them.
Levi’s laughter echoes around me as he scoops me up and keeps running, and I wrap my body around his like a damn spider monkey and hold on for dear life.
“Don’t trip,”I call out to Tate as we gain on him, and he glances back.
“Run faster,”Levi taunts.
Tate veers left, taking the stairs two at a time. The air changes as we climb—it almost feels colder. Tate slips into a room and closes the door, and when we follow, we find him standing frozen. Looking down, it’s obvious this is where they feed the sharks in the large tank.
Tate swallows hard as Landon approaches him. “Jesus...”
“Are you scared of sharks?”I ask softly as Levi puts me down on my feet.
Tate nods, not looking away. “Yeah.”
“Good,”Landon says.“That’s adrenaline. Do you feel it in your chest? In your hands?”
“I do.”
Landon turns toward me.“Masked Snack, go lie down, head right on the edge.”
I lick my lips behind my mask; I don’t know what he is planning and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. I walk closer to the edge of the tank and see that it thankfully has a mini deck on the side, and I lower myself down.
Landon turns back to Tate.“Now on your hands and knees,”he says.“Face the tank.”
Tate obeys, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling forward until he’s positioned over me.
“Can you feel how fast your heart’s going?”Landon asks.
“Yes.”
“Good,”he murmurs.“Hold on to that feeling.”
Levi leans in this time.“Stay right there. Don’t move.”
I stare up at Tate and study his features. It’s almost as if his green eyes can see right through my mask.
My shoes are tugged off first, then my pants follow.
“There are no cameras set up in here, so I’m going to record you three fucking,”Levi says from somewhere behind us.
Landon is looking down at us, and I really hope this is going where I think it is.
“Pull her thong aside and push your cock inside her. Then stay really fucking still. We don’t want you to end up as shark food.”
Tate moves his arm beneath his body, pulling my thong aside, and as his fingers brush my skin, I shiver at the contact.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
I nod my head, and he angles his cock so he can press the tip inside me.
“Oh, fuck,”I say, feeling him stretch me.
