Page 30 of Fear Me Not

“Then I’ll have no choice but to contact the police. You can’t keep me prisoner here, Levi.”

He lets out a deep sigh. “Don’t be so goddamn dramatic.”

I switch the tables on him. “How many winters have you spent here at Windridge Hall? You were sixteen when you came here, right? And Dov is a couple of years older? I’m assuming your father didn’t bring women here for you all to share when you were only sixteen, did he?”

Levi glances away but says, “No.”

I’m not sure I believe him. Blake surely wouldn’t have brought someone here so soon after Dov’s accident, while he was still recovering. Wouldn’t that have been dangerous for the women’s safety, if he’d lost control of himself?

“It wasn’t organized,” Levi says. “When women were here before. My father told you the truth when he said we have people who come here to rent the rooms, hikers, mainly. Sometimes, they stayed a little too long.”

I picture young, pretty female hikers discovering this place with Blake and Levi running it, unaware of Dov’s presence. How they’d fall for the men’s good looks and think staying might not be such a bad thing.

“We discovered the winters were easier if there was a female presence in the hotel. A distraction. When it’s only us here, things can get a little… cabin feverish.”

I remember having the same thought myself. “How do you mean?”

“The hotel starts to show you things. Things you might not want to see.”

Is he talking about ghosts? Or Blake’s version of them as being the hotel’s memories? The reason he warns me that it’s not good for us to spend too much time alone.

I keep an amused tone. “But you can fuck them into nonexistence?

He takes my hand and places it over his hard cock. “This. This reminds us that we’re alive. That we’re a part of the real world, not the past like the hotel is trying to draw us into. The connection we have with one another is very real. Fucking is very real. It keeps us grounded.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Levi.”

This is a distraction, a way of preventing me from searching for the Wi-Fi box. I want to pull away, to stick to my word, but desire coils low and deep inside me, and I think my body is going to make me a liar.

17

LEVI

She says she’s not going to fuck me, but her hand is still on my dick. She squeezes the hardness beneath the denim of my jeans, and I know she likes what she finds.

Her pupils are wide, her pretty lips parted, her pink tongue just visible like it’s wanting to dart out and lick something.

Not wanting her to release me, I cover her hand with mine, increasing the pressure on my cock.

“You sure about that?” A smile curves one corner of my lips. I glance down. I’m pretty sure her nipples are hard. “Seems to me your body says otherwise.”

She tugs at her hand. “Let go of me, Levi.”

“You let go of me first.” I’m teasing her, my grip on her hand strong.

“You know I can’t.”

I release her hand but catch her around the waist and drag her against me. I jam my erection against her flat stomach.

“Seems a shame to waste a good hard-on, don’t you think? What’s the point in saying no? It’s just us here. Two consenting adults. We might as well enjoy ourselves.”

She lets out a little growl that’s cute as fuck. “I am not consenting.”

“You don’t want my cock inside you? How about if I strip you naked and bury my face between your thighs? I bet you’d love me to suck on your clit. Or is that too tame for you? What about if I put you over my lap and spank you until your ass is red from my handprints?”

She squirms against me, seeking pressure. Oh, yes, I know I’ve got her now. As much as she protests, this is what she wants. What she needs. She doesn’t want love hearts and mushy words. She wants roughness, possession, desire she can’t control.

I kiss her, hard, stealing her breath.