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it except, you know...we saw something.” A chill scratched at her when she thought of the monstrous, misshapen shadow. “I don’t know what it was, but it was definitely weird.”
“It was Patty,” Max told her in a rough voice. “It was Patty.”
Jessie looked at him again, uneasy. “Maybe you should sit down. You look pale.”
Max kissed her. His mouth pried at hers, his hands roaming up and down her back until they settled on her hips and pulled her close. His grip was too tight, hurting. His tongue stabbed at her.
Heat spread through her; desire rose unexpectedly and fiercely. Burning. Crackling through her nerves like an electric shock, the sheer force of it weakened her knees so that she sagged against him.
Max’s mouth moved from hers to her throat, nipping and licking. One hand went between her legs, pressing her through the denim. She went crazy for his touch, arching, an inarticulate moan escaping her.
The world swam.
Max’s hands dug into her hair. He breathed hard into her ear, panting, his breath hot and somehow thick. He moved against her. The press of his teeth stung too much, too hard, and although Jessie sometimes didn’t mind a little pain, this was too much. All of it was—What did he want to do—fuck her right here in the middle of the woods with monster and ex-girlfriend and Freddy as witnesses?
“Max...”
He pressed her harder, his mouth working on her neck. Sucking. She was drunk on the pleasure, head spinning and stomach churning like she might puke or pass out.
This was wrong.
Then she realized what it was. Max smelled of fabric softener and soap and cologne, but the man mauling her throat reeked like a wet basement. Jessie put her hands on his chest and pushed, but he clung to her like a burr.
What had Freddy said? It was hard to think, exactly like she was hammered, though Jessie hadn’t been truly drunk since she was a freshman in college. She got a knee up between them, pressing his balls but not quite shoving hard enough to get him off her.
What you saw wasn’t my sister .
That’s what Freddy had said. The question was, if it wasn’t his sister, what was it? And if this wasn’t Max—
“Get the hell off me!” Jessie put all her weight behind the sharp, upward jerk of her knee into not-Max’s crotch.
The blow would have felled a normal man, but the thing gobbling and grabbing at her only grunted and went back half a step. She caught sight of its face and screamed, a high whistling cry of disgust and terror. It had Max’s eyes, but his mouth had turned into a long, fleshy tube capped with a contracting ring of muscle.
Jessie jerked her knee upward again, harder this time, as she shoved it. Simultaneously, she wrenched herself free of its grip. Its fingers had gone long and wiggly, its arms dangling far below its sleeves. Its head swooped loosely back and forth on its neck as it grabbed for her, but she stumbled back, out of reach. Her hand found the knife on her belt and she pulled it free.
This thing wasn’t Max, and Jessie was going to make sure it didn’t get her, too.
Chapter 6
Max came to shivering, curled on his side on a bed of damp leaves. He wore only his briefs. Every part of him ached, especially several raw spots on his neck and chest that came away sticky with blood and slime when he touched them.
“Jessie.” He was on his feet in seconds, though he sagged against the stone cavern wall to steady himself.
Everything seemed far away, everything seemed muffled. Max shook his head, then again, hard enough to rattle his eyeballs. When that didn’t work, he bit his tongue until the copper taste of blood squirted into his mouth. The pain was white and bright and knocked him down.
He got up.
He made it to the doorway before the earth came up and hit him in the face. Spitting dirt, Max rolled onto his back and found strength in the sight of the sky. Blue with white, fluffy clouds, just a glimpse of it visible through the canopy of trees, but
“It was Patty,” Max told her in a rough voice. “It was Patty.”
Jessie looked at him again, uneasy. “Maybe you should sit down. You look pale.”
Max kissed her. His mouth pried at hers, his hands roaming up and down her back until they settled on her hips and pulled her close. His grip was too tight, hurting. His tongue stabbed at her.
Heat spread through her; desire rose unexpectedly and fiercely. Burning. Crackling through her nerves like an electric shock, the sheer force of it weakened her knees so that she sagged against him.
Max’s mouth moved from hers to her throat, nipping and licking. One hand went between her legs, pressing her through the denim. She went crazy for his touch, arching, an inarticulate moan escaping her.
The world swam.
Max’s hands dug into her hair. He breathed hard into her ear, panting, his breath hot and somehow thick. He moved against her. The press of his teeth stung too much, too hard, and although Jessie sometimes didn’t mind a little pain, this was too much. All of it was—What did he want to do—fuck her right here in the middle of the woods with monster and ex-girlfriend and Freddy as witnesses?
“Max...”
He pressed her harder, his mouth working on her neck. Sucking. She was drunk on the pleasure, head spinning and stomach churning like she might puke or pass out.
This was wrong.
Then she realized what it was. Max smelled of fabric softener and soap and cologne, but the man mauling her throat reeked like a wet basement. Jessie put her hands on his chest and pushed, but he clung to her like a burr.
What had Freddy said? It was hard to think, exactly like she was hammered, though Jessie hadn’t been truly drunk since she was a freshman in college. She got a knee up between them, pressing his balls but not quite shoving hard enough to get him off her.
What you saw wasn’t my sister .
That’s what Freddy had said. The question was, if it wasn’t his sister, what was it? And if this wasn’t Max—
“Get the hell off me!” Jessie put all her weight behind the sharp, upward jerk of her knee into not-Max’s crotch.
The blow would have felled a normal man, but the thing gobbling and grabbing at her only grunted and went back half a step. She caught sight of its face and screamed, a high whistling cry of disgust and terror. It had Max’s eyes, but his mouth had turned into a long, fleshy tube capped with a contracting ring of muscle.
Jessie jerked her knee upward again, harder this time, as she shoved it. Simultaneously, she wrenched herself free of its grip. Its fingers had gone long and wiggly, its arms dangling far below its sleeves. Its head swooped loosely back and forth on its neck as it grabbed for her, but she stumbled back, out of reach. Her hand found the knife on her belt and she pulled it free.
This thing wasn’t Max, and Jessie was going to make sure it didn’t get her, too.
Chapter 6
Max came to shivering, curled on his side on a bed of damp leaves. He wore only his briefs. Every part of him ached, especially several raw spots on his neck and chest that came away sticky with blood and slime when he touched them.
“Jessie.” He was on his feet in seconds, though he sagged against the stone cavern wall to steady himself.
Everything seemed far away, everything seemed muffled. Max shook his head, then again, hard enough to rattle his eyeballs. When that didn’t work, he bit his tongue until the copper taste of blood squirted into his mouth. The pain was white and bright and knocked him down.
He got up.
He made it to the doorway before the earth came up and hit him in the face. Spitting dirt, Max rolled onto his back and found strength in the sight of the sky. Blue with white, fluffy clouds, just a glimpse of it visible through the canopy of trees, but
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