Shit, shit.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but it only makes everything worse.

“Give me your phone,” I say to no one in particular.

“Don’t have ‘em, remember? Couldn’t chance one ringing and us being heard. Your talking isn’t helping either,” Maddoc snaps at me.

“I can’t...” I bound forward, knocking into something, a loud scrape against the hardwood making them all curse quietly. “I need out.”

“Raven, chill—”

“I said I need out!” I shout, not caring who hears.

“Fuck, dude. She’s gonna get us caught!”

I start breathing hard, wringing my hands at my sides.

Fingers touch my back and I yelp, jerking forward, again bumping into something. A table maybe?

“Fuck.”

“Shut her up.”

“It’s the dark.”

“She’s afraid of the fucking dark?”

“No way ... really?”

They talk like I’m not here but I can’t focus enough to care let alone respond.

I swallow, trying to calm my nerves but it does nothing.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I can’t. Sorry, but I gotta get out.”

“Raven, quiet.”

“I said I want out!”

“Bro, shut her up.” They start to panic.

“Someone will hear.”

“Fuck.”

“I swear to fucking—” My words die on my lips when I’m jerked right and heavy lips land on mine.

I tense, but the mouth on mine adds pressure.

A light whimper leaves me and a hand dips into my hair, using the grip to drag me forward and I go willingly, but then the soft sound of a drawer closing in the room has me jumping back.

“Fuck, I need out of here now. I can’t.” I start breathing heavy and dizziness takes over. “Please.”

“It’s not enough,” says one of them. “She’s too tripped out.”

“I found it!” Captain whispers urgently.

“Don’t matter! We can’t fucking go until we get the signal. We’re stuck for a minute.”

A door slams somewhere and the boys cuss.

“That wasn’t you, was it?” I whisper, damn near on the verge of shaking now.

No one answers.

“Was that you, guys?” I say louder, and they shush me.

“Someone’s inside.”

I let out a small cry when something falls to the floor.

“Dude. Make her relax,” Captain hisses.

“I could—” Royce is cut off when Maddoc snaps, “Don’t even.”

Screw this.

I fight to get past them, but I’m only pushed backward.

“Damn it,” Maddoc growls. “Everybody quiet.”

“This isn’t happening,” I whisper to myself.

“Rae—”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Something touches my elbow and a small yelp leaves me.

“Shut her up. Now.”

Once again, I’m yanked forward, a warm mouth dropping to meet mine. I try to get lost in the heat of it all, doing my best to draw up images in my mind. The lips are soft and full, perfectly skilled and wanting.

A second set of hands, slightly rougher than the firsts, find my shoulders and slowly inch their way down, causing a shiver to run through me.

The person cradling my face pulls me closer, and I willingly step against the solid body in front of me.

There’s a slight shuffle to my left and I pull back a little. “I—”

“Shh. No talking.” I think this gentle command comes from Captain.

Two new hands lift me from my feet, and I’m laid across a soft cushion.

I try to free my lips, but the mouth on mine refuses to let me go and a silky tongue sweeps mine until I relax some more. The kisser skims his heated mouth across my chin to my neck, and then he’s gone.

“She’ll need more. This isn’t enough for her,” Royce whispers and the sound of heavy breathing surrounds me.

“We’re gonna keep you quiet, RaeRae,” he breathes. “You good with that?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs bouncing and all hands on me freeze where they are. I swallow. “Distract me.”

There’s a pause, and a chill runs over my skin as all connection is lost. I’m ready to shoot from the place they’ve laid me when finally, one heated hand meets my flesh once again.

Two fingers find my collarbone, tracing over me slowly, not stopping when they reach the top of my swimsuit but dipping in the front to edge along my breast.

My breathing speeds up.

I jerk lightly when a second hand starts at my calf, running up and over my knee, sliding forward when they reach my thigh. They grip me tight, slowly skimming upward.

A moan starts to escape, but a mouth lands on mine again, swallowing any sound before it could be heard.

Warm breath hits my stomach then and hot air is blown across my abdomen, continuing until the heat seeps through the material covering my center.

Two hands glide up, slipping between my suit and skin, moving the suit to the side, and then I’m exposed ... but only to the darkness.

I sense it before it hits, and a breathy whimper makes its way up my chest.

A tongue comes down on me, and I lift my hips, needing all it can give. Reaching out, I latch onto the closest body, finding a solid arm to squeeze.

My chest rises rapidly as a practiced tongue explores me, not letting up until my clit is properly assaulted. When my thighs clench, the lips close over the sweet spot and I start to shake.

My kiss grows hungrier and the mouth on mine growls against me.

I’m right there, so fucking close to losing, I jerk away gasping, and right before I come, a hand hits my hip and feathers south, and my body recharges, unwilling to let go of the feeling just yet. The pleasure starts over, a new fire burning deep in my core. The fingers trace up and over my ribs until I’m a quivering mess. A deep, cry makes its way up my chest and just before it escapes, a hand covers my lips gently, slowly dragging down my neck, forcing my head to tilt back and my back to arch high as those hands slide over my suit covered breast. They pause there, my hard nipples now being squeezed between fingers.

“Fuuuck.” I think it’s Royce who draws out the word like a song. “She’s ... a fucking trooper.”

“She’s making us work.” Captain, I think.

“I knew she would.” Maddoc.

Over and over again, from every pleasure point I have, I’m brought to the edge, pushed back and led there again. Until it’s too much, until it’s everywhere, until they’ve been everywhere, consuming every inch of my body and mind. My back leaves the cushion one final time, my legs clamping tight against the head between my legs, and my teeth draw blood from the bottom lip teasing mine.

I come hard, the ride even more powerful as I fight for silence when all I want to do is fill the room with my moans, show them what they did to me.

For me.

‘Cause that’s what this was – the boys keeping me calm in the only way they knew they could.

In the minutes that follow, nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing fill the room.

Right when my body calms enough to realize I’m still in the dark, there are two soft taps against the window, followed by two more.