Page 51 of Off the Rails

“Fright Night’s done,” I sighed, falling back against the table. “Fun’s over.”

“Ugh….” Nash groaned, setting down her new project with a sigh. “I was just getting to the good part.”

As her eyes flashed over her work, fire flickered in her gaze. I could see it now — left to her own devices, Nash could burn hours here, pouring over her work, bringing her vision to life.

Usually, her energy was so stable. In the studio though, something else broke free. Not just passion, but obsession.

That same energy held as she flicked her gaze to me.

I tried to hop down from the table, to escape her heat, but my legs were anything but solid. She rushed forward, steadying me with a strong palm before lifting me up into her arms.

“Let’s get you home,” she mumbled, cradling my head against her chest.

I wanted to protest the touch — Fright Night was over. She had no right to touch me. And I had every right to demand answers. What the fuck had she just done to me?

But exhaustion stilled my tongue. Nash hadn’t overstepped the rules — during Fright Night, I was hers to do with as she pleased. And now?

Now, her arms were warm and solid as they cradled my aching body. Her steps were sure as she brought me back to the apartment.

I hated letting her see my weakness. But I just wanted to sleep this night off. Answers, and a new escape plan, could wait until after.

30

TESS

Staring out the window, I still couldn’t make sense of what had happened after Fright Night. I hadn’t mentioned it to Blade, not because I wasn’t allowed to. I just honestly had no idea how I felt about it.

Even a few days later, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The way the cast had felt warm on my pussy, how focused Nash had been.

The strangeness of it had made me more inclined to win my prize.

I didn’t mind living with Nash and Blade. They were nice, kind. And undeniably hot. Even after Nash had used me for her arts and crafts, she’d made sure I was set up in bed. Blade and she had brought me a heat pack, some pain killers, and toast to settle my stomach.

They kept walking around shirtless, sweaty after a workout. No one had ever fucked me the way Blade had. And I couldn’t pretend like the thought of her touch on my body wasn’t occupying most of my nights.

But if Nash and Blade had such specific demands for their nights with me, I knew that Cyrus’s would be even more intense.

And besides what she wanted with me on Fright Night, Cyrus was a bitch. She was curt, rude. I had no interest in playing nice if she wasn’t going to go along with it.

The sound of a closing door shook my gaze from the window. Grabbing my coffee off the machine, I turned to look at who was coming down the hall.

Nash, fresh from a shower, appeared in the kitchen. Her hair was a bit longer when wet, but it wouldn’t be long before her tight curls bounced back. A charming smile teased the corners of her lips as she met my gaze. “Hey, Sweet Lamb.”

My eyes dropped to her arms. Shimmering from a post-shower lotion, her muscles looked extra defined.

Fuck.

Nash raised an eyebrow, leaning against the kitchen counter to strain her forearms just a little more. The lightning and spider webs crawled across the mountains of her muscles.

“Like what you see?” Licking her lips, Nash’s eyes were glued to me.

I shook my head, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s fine.”

Scoffing, Nash threw herself off the counter and bent her arm at a ninety degree angle, flexing her bicep. “What the hell? Not doing it for you?” As she tensed her arms, a small frog on her bicep looked like it was dancing.

It was an odd tattoo for her to have, something so silly mixed in with her array of spider webs.