Ready Or Not (The Hunter’s Club #2)

Chapter 39

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Slumber Party (feat. Princess Nokia) - Ashnikko

Manson pulls me upstairs. He shoves me through the kitchen, then around to the stairs. He marches us both upstairs, past the room where they fucked me when I was tripping, then down the hall where he digs in his pocket.

“We have a deal, Rachel,” Manson says, his voice low. “Don’t forget it.” He pulls out a key, unlocks the door, then pushes me inside.

I stumble, catching myself. Riley’s lying on a couch in a small, comfortable bedroom. She snaps up when she sees me.

“Her pussy’s wonderful. I can see why you’re obsessed.”

My face burns.

Riley jumps off the couch. “Did you hurt her?” She grabs my arm, yanking me behind her. I turn to see Manson smirking. He crosses his arms. “If making her come over and over counts, then yes.”

Riley turns to look at me. There’s something in her face that makes me feel worse. I look down. I just fucked her boyfriend. Against my will, but still.

“Rachel? Look at me.”

I do. Her eyes bore into me. In this moment, she looks just like Cali. Protective.

I swallow. “I’m fine.”

Manson has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Riley turns back to him, her body relaxed again. “Whatever, Manson, you know I don’t care where you stick your dick.” She motions at him like she’s waving him off. “I’ll tell you about Noel if you get me out of this goddamn room.”

The room goes utterly still. Riley smiles sweetly at Manson, but I can see the calculating expression in her eyes.

“Let me be specific,” Riley crosses her arms. “I’ll tell you about him if you give me my freedom back. No more keeping me under lock and key.”

“No.” Manson’s response is immediate.

Riley stiffens slightly. “Yes. And only under those conditions.”

“No.” Manson turns and slams the door. I hear the lock clicking in place.

“Well.” Riley turns back to me and smiles. “He’s in a good mood today!”

I look at her, unsure how to respond. Clearly, she’s being sarcastic. Right? Because he’s not killing either of us, he must be in a good mood?

Riley does a double take, and her voice gets serious. “He hurt you?”

Am I okay? I don’t even know. Her concern makes me feel even worse about myself. Her boyfriend, husband, stepbrother, whatever just fucked me, and she’s being kind? Riley knows how to be kind?

I swallow harshly.

Riley’s staring at me. I can feel it, but I don’t look at her. She’s silent for a minute. “Okay. See, this is why I don’t want to be normal. Emotions look disgusting. Go get the shower started.”

I move like a robot to the bathroom. I just get the water started when I notice there’s a bath, and I turn that on.

Riley pops her head in. “No bath. Shower.”

I glance at her in confusion.

“I’m coming in with you, and I don’t do baths.” She pops back out.

Fuck. She’s going to be naked in the shower with me? My brain scrambles. I don’t think I’ve seen her naked. My heart flutters in my chest.

Riley pops back in, completely, stunningly naked. I stare at her, startled. Her body is fit and curvy, her tits looking huge and so much more full than mine. They round out at the bottom and sit perky.

I realize I’m staring at her tits, and I rip my gaze away, my face heating.

Riley chuckles. “You gonna get in with that on?”

“What?” I glance at myself.

“Your clothes, idiot.”

I swallow. “No, I’ll just wait…”

“Absolutely not.” Riley grabs me by my shirt and yanks me toward her, pressing me against her soft breasts. I stiffen, and her voice drops to a demanding one. “Take them off and get in, or I’ll pull you in just like this.”

My whole body trembles. I feel her body all over my arms and chest.

Riley smirks, and she shoves me back. “Strip.”

I do, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Riley steps into the shower, and I try not to look at the way the water cuts down her body, tracing around her curves.

Try and fail.

“Stop lollygagging.”

I jump, stepping into the shower as far away from her as I can get.

“Good girl.” Riley steps back under the spray, letting it wet her whole head. Her lips are slightly parted, and her chin is tilted up to let the water run down her back.

It’s unnecessarily erotic.

I rip my gaze away. What is wrong with me? I’m not gay. Everything that Riley has done to me has been against my will. So I’m not gay.

Right?

“Come here.” Riley grabs my arm and yanks me to her so our faces are practically touching. For one, heart stuttering second, I think she’s going to kiss me. Then she says, “Cameras.”

I blink, the water splashing onto my face and into my eyes.

“Manson set up cameras all through the room.”

I try to pull away from her to look, but she pulls me back to her. “Yes, in here too. But he can’t hear what we’re saying.” She waves at the water.

I blink and look up into her dark eyes. All traces of joking are gone, and her gaze bounces between my eyes. “I’m going to bargain with Manson to get me out of this room. But I need your help.”

She needs my help? I stare at her. Riley’s face is the kind of face I’ve always wanted: sharp features, clear skin, dark lashes, and plump lips.

I realize I’m staring. “Uh, okay?”

Riley’s face softens. “Good. I need you to try and run.”

“What?” I pull back from her.

“It’ll just be a distraction. I need to make a call. It’ll be fast, but I don’t want Manson hearing.”

I stare at Riley. This could get me killed.

It’s like she reads my mind ‘cause she pulls me even closer, so now our bodies are completely touching, and her hot skin is all over mine. “I won’t let him hurt you.” Her gaze darts down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. She licks her lips. “I promise. I just need you to distract him.”

Everything buzzes under my skin, and suddenly, the shower feels like it’s a million degrees. Riley leans, and as our foreheads touch, it feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped all over me. What am I doing? I’m supposed to be spying on this woman. Getting to know her so I can sell her secrets to her boyfriend in exchange for my life. Not ogling her within an inch of her life and thinking about doing anything she wants just because she asked.

I pull back.

“I…uh.” I try to think of a way to back out of this. But there is none. I’m stuck. “Okay,” I breathe out softly.

“You’re the best.” Riley presses her lips to the top of my forehead. It’s quick, and then she pulls back. “Has he been feeding you?” She looks me over.

“Yes.”

“You look skinny. I have snacks.”

I stare at the water pooling around our feet, feeling stupid for the warm feeling I have inside. I know Riley’s just manipulating me, but it feels real, and I want to sit in this moment for just a minute longer before I face reality.

Because I know in reality, Riley doesn’t care beyond her little game. Manson will use me to get close to her, and then I’ll be forgotten.

And against all reason, that hurts.