“Do you know what it was like to find out you went out with another guy? That I already thought about killing him if I had to see him touching you?”
He pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I fell, the orgasm tearing through me. Stars burst in my eyes as I looked up to the dark ceiling, wishing I could hold on to this feeling longer.
He thrust one more time, burying himself deep in me as his forehead fell against mine.
“I would have taken you out and then fucked you like that all night. You could have come with me if you didn’t go out with him.”
“Can you stop reminding me that I am on a date? That I’m the slut fucking you in the back room of a haunted house while he is probably outside looking for me.” I dropped my legs to the floor and pushed him back, but he stepped right back against me.
“Don’t even think that about yourself when I’m the only one you’re doing it for or with.”
“What if I want to be with someone else? What if I was planning on sleeping with Mark?”
His face fell further. “Then I hope me fucking you messed that up or I will go outside and beat the hell out of him for taking my girlfriend on a date. He should know better. You should know better. You don’t go out on dates when you are dating someone!” He was almost yelling now, but I didn’t get it. I thought we were over. I thought he would be relieved this entire fake relationship was done.
“You didn’t call me or text me or anything. I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Pretty sure you have been for months now.”
“I thought it was over. You told me as much and didn’t talk anymore about it. I thought the agreement was done.”
“It was never over. At least not for me. Do you want to get back to your date now?”
I adjusted my outfit and nodded. “Yes.”
“Fuck,” he said, kissing me again. “Say no.”
“I at least need to tell him I’m leaving. I did agree to come.”
His arms wrapped around me from behind, walking to the door with his lips against my ear. “You should remember that you’re mine. You’re covered in me. He better not touch you now.”
I paused at the door. He couldn’t see my smile, but I was having too much fun with Kye like this that I wanted to prod him a little more. “What if I want him, too?”
His hand snaked around my neck, pulling me harder back against him. “Then you’re going to stay in here and fuck me until you can’t even stand to think of him touching you. Until I cover every inch of your skin in me.”
I leaned back, falling against him, loving the way he adjusted to hold me there.
His lips came to my neck where he bit down, hard enough to let me know there would be a mark. “I will bite and suck at your perfect skin until my name is etched in it.”
“Why?”
“Because you belong with me. I belong with you. We were made for each other, and because I want to kill any other guy touching you,” he said, kissing me lightly. “It is also possible that I might be a little possessive of the first, and only, person in my life that I want to touch, and taste, and be with.”
I was silent, taking in every word.
“And if I want to go home with you?”
He sucked in a hard breath. “I will bring you to my car and take you home, without another word about you so clearly cheating on me,” he said, but I heard the smile on his lips. “We can eat or watch a movie, or both. I can hold you all night or we can have sex all night. Anything you want if you’re staying with me.”
I thought it over, knowing what I wanted to do and what I had to do were two opposite things.
I pushed off of him, opening the door as the screams and music overtook us again.
A shudder went through me. I was ready to make a grand exit, except I forgot why I was happy to come in here in the first place. It wasn’t just Kye making me want to hide in the closet, it was the anxiety that came with the haunted house.
I hated them. It was like my body went into fight or flight, my heart racing and hands shaking from the rush of anxiety.
“Daisy?” Kye said, coming up behind me. I could feel him right there, the heat of his body covering my back, but he didn’t touch me again.
“Just the haunted house. I hate scary things, remember?”
He gave a small laugh. “Why did you come, then?”
“Because Mark brought me here and I don’t know how to say no.”
I was shaking now, my heart ready to burst from racing so fast.
“You should work on that. You look like you’re going to pass out.”
“Wow, thanks for the advice. Completely needed right now.”
He grabbed my shoulders, turning me around to face him, “Come on. We’ll get you out of here.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“What a bad time to start practicing standing up to people,” he mumbled. “Come on. Take a breath and try to not pay attention to anyone else.”
His hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and he lifted until my legs wrapped around him. He pulled open the door and stepped out, the loud music pulsing around us along with screams and chainsaws. The noise was deafening, but Kye leaned forward.
