Author: S.T. Abby
Category: Young Adult
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Hadley groans while dropping her head to Jake’s chest, and he grips her hips, rolling her under him. “Close the door,” he says over his shoulder.
And holy shit. His hips start moving.
He can’t even wait until I pick my jaw up off the floor to finish?
I slam the door, stumbling backwards as I head toward my temporary room. I’ve dripped blood everywhere now. I have to look like Carrie after the prom, yet neither of them felt compelled to stop fucking on my behalf.
My first thought is to call Logan.
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My second thought is how stupid that is, considering I can never speak to him again.
My third thought is…I really need a drink.
I step into the shower, clothes and all, and start stripping under the cold spray. I don’t even flinch against the chill, but I melt into the warmth when it finally comes. My clothes lie in a puddle at my feet as I wash away the blood and death, refreshing and cleansing myself of the madness.
I’m almost done when I hear the door to the bathroom opening.
“Any reason you kicked down m
y door armed and ready to kill?” Jake asks from the other side of the shower curtain.
“I should have killed someone in the shower,” I state randomly. “Like in the horror movies when the murderer always sneaks up and slices the knife through the curtain. The water runs red then.”
“Nice. And yeah, I’ve seen all the same movies, Lana. It was something you tortured me and Marcus with, because we hated them, and you refused to watch them alone.”
“I was scared,” I state quietly. “I can watch them alone now.”
He blows out a breath. “Answer my question please. What happened back there?”
I roll my eyes and stick my head out of the shower to glare at him. “I heard noises that didn’t sound like pleasure—which really should say something about your skills—so I barged in to save your life. From a lesbian who had your dick captive in her vagina. What the hell, Jake?”
His lips twitch. “You said to play nice.”
“I didn’t say those words. And how does ‘play nice’ translate to fuck her raw?”
He shrugs. “She’s cool. Hacker like me, only not as good as me because she got caught.”
“I was a kid!” I hear Hadley yell, admitting her eavesdropping.
I try not to smile. “And you’re not a lesbian?” I ask.
She walks into the bathroom, her hair a red disarray of wildness. Her clothes are not exactly on right, as though she hurriedly got dressed.
“I told you I wasn’t. I like women, but I’ve been put off by men for a long time. Since you killed Ferguson…some of the unease has lifted. Tonight I met Jake, already knew he was the same as me, and…well, you know what happened in the end.”
“Can we discuss this when I’m finished washing off the judge and deputy?” I ask dryly.
Jake grimaces, his eyes flicking warily to Hadley, but she just shrugs. “You’ve seen what I’m working with. It’s only fair I see what you have.”
I’d laugh under normal circumstances, but I haven’t thawed enough for that yet.
Jake, however, snickers under his breath, seeming to relax at her casual reaction.
“Later. What’s up? Why’d you track us down? And more importantly, how’d you find us?”
She flicks her gaze to Jake. “He’s not as good as he thinks he is.”
She smiles sweetly at him, her double entendre clear, and he arches a challenging eyebrow at her.