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Mason opened the car door for me and helped me inside, looking around before he shut the door and walked quickly to the driver’s side. He hopped in and locked the doors, leaving the gun chambered but placing it on the back seat before taking off toward my house. He kept looking in the mirrors like he expected someone to follow us. He thought I was too drunk to notice, but I wasn’t.
He tried to comfort me once we were out of town, the woods looming on all sides. I used to love these woods, used to feel at home and safer out here, but they seemed more ominous every day. We were alone. We couldn’t see if anything was coming for us. Mason’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Remember when we used to play out here? We’d wander so far out of town sometimes I don’t know how we never got lost.”
Of course I remembered. We never got lost because, unlike him, I knew how to get around the damn woods. I almost said it, but I didn’t feel like it. Reminding me of how much time we’d spent together and that losing our friendship had cut me to the bone wasn’t helping like he thought. “Yeah,” was all I said.
“Do you remember when we found that old church?”
I looked over at him. It was funny, I’d forgotten about that place. I wasn’t sure how, besides trying to block out a lot of childhood memories. We’d wandered miles out into the woods thatday. We’d crossed a creek and came to the bottom of a hill, and there was an old stone church that was falling apart. I’d wondered about its history, but it was long forgotten, and I never learned anything about it.
I’d taken Mason back there, more than once, but he’d grown bored of it after a couple of times. I loved being in the old building. It felt safe and peaceful, almost like a higher power was still protecting it. I liked to sit in the dusty old pews, and it felt like I was really at church, like maybe God was there and he didn’t actually hate me like the church my mom went to said he did. Out there, with no one to preach words that hurt me, it felt like they were wrong.
“Yeah,” I said again, no longer remembering exactly where the church was. “I do. I forgot about it, but I loved that place.”
“It had to be out here somewhere,” he said, motioning to the darkness around us. “We walked a long way. But it was a cool find.” I just nodded.
We pulled into my driveway and Mason grabbed the gun, then insisted on opening my door and leading me inside. He locked his car on the way in. I could sense that he was somehow watching in every direction without actually turning around as we walked to the front door. I unlocked it, thinking about how happy we’d both been when we left, but the air seemed different now. Everything seemed off.
Enyo greeted us when we walked in, but even she seemed different, more on edge. Maybe she was feeding off my energy, but she wasn’t herself. She ate, but didn’t finish her food like she normally did. She was wandering around, almost pacing, but she rubbed against my legs and purred, so I tried not to read too much into it.
Mason went around, checking every door and window to make sure they were locked. He pulled all the blinds and turned off unnecessary lights. I raised an eyebrow when he started checking the closets but didn’t say anything. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked me, probably trying to sober me up faster, but I shook my head. I wouldn’t have been able to eat evenif I were starving. He nodded and put the gun in the bedroom, placing the knife and bug spray on my nightstand. He gave me some water and led me to my room.
He undressed and got into my bed, patting the spot beside him. “Come on. Let’s get some rest. We have to get up early, and we need to be able to think clearly to figure this out.”
I undressed completely, clumsily, and downed the bottle of water he’d given me, but I wanted more, so I went to the bathroom and refilled it, almost finishing it before I got back to the bed. “Nice to see you’re not so modest anymore,” he said, smirking as though he’d accomplished something.
“Don’t pat yourself on the back. I’m just drunk.” I fell into bed beside him. His arms wrapped around me and I immediately felt safer. He was rubbing my arm and kissing the top of my head. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. It wasn’t, but Mason was so determined to be the hero, it was pretty hot.
I moved my head up so I could meet his lips with mine the next time he attempted to kiss my head. He smiled and kissed me gently, and for probably the first time since we’d started hooking up, I had to be the one to deepen the kiss. It was clear he didn’t think I was in the right frame of mind to fool around, but he was ignoring the part where it could be the last night of my life. I parted my lips to welcome his tongue. He lost whatever battle he was fighting with himself, and his hand came up to the back of my head, holding me in place as he moaned into my mouth.
His hand slowly slid down my arm, to my belly, and lower. He finally gripped my dick and ran his hand up and down it a few times. He was still hesitant even though I was already hard when he got there. “Elijah...” he started.
“More,” I whispered.
He pulled back and propped himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me. “Aren’t you sore from earlier?” he asked me. “I was pretty rough.”
I shrugged. “A little bit. But I don’t care.”
That gave him the tiniest smile. “Mm. So my lit—”
“Yes,” I practically moaned. “Yes, I do.”
He sat all the way up and smacked my ass so hard I yelped. “Stop interrupting me, you horny little fucker. Alright, then. Get up.”
I just looked at him.
“Get up,” he repeated. “Stand beside the bed, hands on the mattress. Be a good boy for Daddy, and I’ll give you what you need.”
No he did not.
Did I correct him?No. I stood up and moved to the side of the bed, leaning down with my hands on the mattress like he told me to. He stood up on his side of the bed, walking around it agonizingly slowly, watching me. He stopped behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, then slid it lower until he gripped my ass tightly. He leaned forward, blanketing himself over me. “You want Daddy to be gentle tonight?” he practically whispered.
My dick twitched, and he noticed.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’ve been through a lot this week. You’ve earned the right to have it any way you want.” He straightened, but I heard the drawer open and the pop of the lube cap. Before I could even turn to look at him, his finger was at my entrance, pressing gently. “Let me in,” he said lowly. I did as he said.
By the time he had two fingers working in and out, hitting my prostate but being gentle like he’d promised, he had me panting and pressing back to meet him. He hummed. “You’re so pretty like this. Maybe I should let you come from my fingers. Would you like that?”
