All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 6

Six

Violet

I think about it for all of a half-second before I sidestep and take off in a sprint across the backyard toward the small patch of trees between Jackson’s house and the guy’s apartment building.

I can feel my wings slapping against my back as I run, and it takes all of one tree branch snagging them for me to decide it’s not worth keeping them on. Despite their beauty, I shrug the straps over my shoulders and leave them in the dirt on the edge of the treeline. Darkness takes over as the canopy of the trees blocks the full moon as I weave through the cypress and pine trees. The humid gulf air feels thick as I take in each breath, panting as I run faster and faster. Because even though I can’t hear him, I know Walker isn’t far behind.

He might not play sports like his brothers, but the man is in great shape. I’ve seen him at the beach with his shirt off… he’s just as chiseled and defined as any athlete I know. Walker is a man of discipline. Every morning, at six o’clock, without fail, he goes on a run. And every morning, without fail, he runs past my house. Sometimes, I catch him on my way to morning practice, and sometimes, I stand at my window and wait for him to jog by. He moves with the sunrise as if they’re perfectly in sync.

I, however, am not a runner. I may be in great physical shape, but volleyball in shape and running in shape are two entirely different things. And when I hear his maniacal chuckle float through the night, I know it’s only a matter of time until he catches me.

But, I can hide.

Abruptly, I stop and take a look at my surroundings. Finding the largest tree I can find, I hide behind its trunk. Maybe if he runs past me, I can sneak into their building behind him. I can lock myself in Cooper’s room and pretend like none of this is happening.

But it is, Violet. It’s happening. And what’s more… you want it to.

I hear a branch snap behind me, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my ragged breath.

“Come out, come out, Little Bell.” The sound of his footsteps halts. “I know you’re close. I can feel you.”

Yeah, fuck this.

My fight or flight senses take over, and I take off in a sprint in the direction I know their apartment building is. I only make it fifteen feet before Walker’s giant body slams me into the muddy ground. I land with a thud as my nails dig into the dirt, trying to crawl away from the man on top of me. But as Walker’s scent surrounds me, and the feel of his hands pinning my waist to the ground sends a wave of heat to my core, I suddenly find myself wanting to fly a little less and fight a little more. Because as much as I know I want this deep down, I can’t let him have it too easy. He would simply become insufferable.

Plus, I would hate to ruin a good game.

I fight as hard as I can against him, thrashing as hard as I can, but I know I’m no match against him. Walker wraps his huge hand around the back of my neck, pinning my face into the dirt. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I’m careful with my volume, not wanting to draw undesired attention.

Walker chuckles as he lowers his face to mine, his lips brushing my own as I pant for breath. I feel his silver pendant press against my back. The cool metal, a stark contrast to my burning skin. “That would defeat the purpose of our little cat and mouse routine, now wouldn’t it, Bell ?”

Not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, I take his bottom lip between my lip and bite down. And when I feel his blood hit the tip of my tongue, I smile internally. However, my sense of victory doesn’t last long when he groans into my mouth and pushes his hips against my ass. Letting go of his lip, I inhale a sharp breath.

I watch in rapt attention as Walker wipes his lip with the pad of his thumb, a devious smile plastered across his lip. “Fuck, Vi.” Before I can come up with a smart remark, he wipes that same thumb across my lips. “Should have known you liked it rough.”

With his hand still wrapped around the back of my neck, Walker sits up. He lifts his hips so he’s no longer pinning mine to the ground. But I don’t move because a split second later, his hand is between my thighs. The tip of his finger brushes over my entrance, and I have to fight back the moan that threatens to spill from my lips. “So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

“It’s not from you.”

Lie .

“It doesn’t matter if it’s from Cooper or Spencer… don’t you know? We’re one in the same. What’s theirs is mine. Which means you are mine. ”

“I don’t want to be yours.”

Another lie.

“And my girl likes to get fucked in the dirt like a good little whore…” Walker sinks one finger inside of me, and the moan I was so desperately holding in breaks free. “Don’t you, Bell?”

All of the fight leaves my body when Walker curls his finger and brushes against the perfect spot deep inside of me. My hips lift on their own accord.

I can hear the base from the party off in the distance as Walker brings me closer and closer to the edge. His fingers flex around my neck as I grasp at the dirt, wanting something to hold on to. But just as the walls of my pussy start to tighten around his finger, he pulls it out of me. “You fucking asshole.”

“If you’re going to come for me tonight, you’re going to come around my cock.” I hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, and I tense in anticipation. He slides his hand from the base of my neck into my hair. Gripping my blonde strands, he harshly cranes my neck, forcing me to look back at him. “What? Nothing smart to say?”

I repeat my words from earlier. “Fuck. You.”

Walker pulls out his cock and fists it in his hand. Stroking it from root to tip, he says, “Oh, I plan to.”

My eyes lock onto the silver piece of metal at the head of his dick. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “You can’t possibly be that surprised.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Likewise, Bell.”

In one fluid motion, he threads his leg between mine and uses it to spread my legs wide. With his cock still fisted in his hand, he notches the head at my center. He pauses for a moment and his face changes from mischievous and menacing to caring and sincere so fast it almost catches me off guard. But I know his eyes are saying what his words aren’t. It’s why I’ve been drawn to him. Why I let him watch me. Why I want to put on a show when I know he’s hiding in the shadows. Because beneath all of those discerning stares and condescending remarks, there’s a man who cares. A man who feels with his entire being. A man who has only let one thing draw his attention from his passions… and that one thing is me.

He’s giving me a moment to back out. A moment to tell him to stop. A moment to tell him I don’t want to be fucked on the forest floor like some kind of animal.

But… I do. I really fucking do.

I give Walker an almost imperceptible dip of my chin, and his wicked grin returns in full force before he slams his hips forward. “Oh, god!”

Walker grips my hair harder. “Uh uh. When I’m fucking you, you say my name.” He pounds into me with a bruising force. I whimper into the night each time his hips meet my ass. But I don’t say it. Walker flips my skirt up, and his hand lands against the globe. The sting makes my pussy tighten around him. “Say my name, Violet.”

“No.”

His palm cracks against my ass once more, and I cry out. “Say my fucking name, Vi. I want to hear that mouth of yours say it.”

“ No.”

He slaps me once, twice, three more times. Each time harder than the last. And by the third one I feel a small tear roll down my cheek. “Say it. Not Cooper. Not Spencer. Say. My. Name.”

He enunciates each word with a violent thrust. One’s so hard I know my hip bones will bruise as they dig into the ground. But I don’t even care anymore because my orgasm crashes into me so unexpectedly that I scream his name at the top of my lungs, no longer caring who hears me. “Walker!”

Hearing my name pushes him over the edge. Cursing under his breath, he stills as he comes deep inside of me.

His hold on my hair slowly relaxes until my strands thread through his fingers, and my face hits the cool forest floor once again. I don’t even care that I’m going to be covered in dirt from head to toe; I’m too blissed out from what just happened.

But, because he’s Walker Lewis, he gives me all of ten seconds to enjoy the moment before he ruins it.

Pulling out of me, he stands and tucks his half-hard cock back in his pants and says, “Go back to the apartment, Violet. Cooper is waiting for you.”

Rolling over, I sit up on my elbows and look up at him in disbelief. “That’s it?”

“What? Did you want to cuddle in the dirt?”

I grab a handful of said dirt and throw it at him. “You’re such a dick sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you know what you’re getting with me.”

I raise a brow. “Do I?”

Walker’s eyes narrow at me. “Go find your boyfriend, Violet.”

Without another word, Walker turns around and disappears from sight. Leaving me sitting on the forest floor with Walker’s cum between my legs, the memory of Spencer’s touch on my skin, Cooper’s kiss on my lips, and all three of their identical faces flashing through my mind.

What the fuck is happening?