Page 25 of Dark Daze

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" I asked.

"You know better than to think I would listen. Now fuck me, woman. Fuck me hard."

I shook my head at him, but I rode him mercilessly. So hard that every so often I nicked his neck with the blade. By the time we both came, gasping and crying out, sticky with both our cum, blood slid down both sides of his neck and pooled on the dark fabric beside his head.

"Now everyone will know who you belong to," I told him, admiring my work with a tilt of my head this way and that.

"They already know." When I finally folded the knife and put it away in my skirt pocket, he sat up and pulled up the hem of his shirt. He turned so I could see his left shoulder blade. The words, 'property of Daze,' were tattooed on his skin.

I reached out to trace my finger around the ink. "When did you get that done?"

"The week after you left town." He twisted around to look at me. "I knew you'd come back some day. I figured I'd get one to match yours. Do you still have it?"

I slipped off him and turned to pull up the back of my singlet. In red ink, the words, 'property of Ric,' were tattooed. I forgot it was there until now. That must have been why Hilton wanted to fuck me from behind. So he could get off on screwing someone who might belong to someone else.

"How would you feel if I added to that?" I asked.

"Property of Ric, Gunnar and Hilton?" He put his arms around me and drew me back to his chest. "I'd rather share you than not have you at all.” He hesitated for a moment. “There's the small matter of allegiances."

"I'm not supposed to tell you, but Hilton is going to ask you to work with Caleb," I said.

He stiffened. "Really? It's about fucking time. That would certainly make things easier."

"Then there's a small matter of your sister hating me because Hilton wanted me instead of her." I grimaced.

"Would you like me to have her killed?" Ric offered. He wasn't joking.

I thought about that for a moment. "No. We can deal with her if she becomes a problem."

"Okay." He nestled his face into my hair. "I know you'll let me know if that changes. In the meantime, we have a rehearsal dinner to get to. People will notice if the best man and maid of honour are missing."

"Right, and we have two other guys and a little girl to talk to." What was Nova going to think of all of this?

I had no idea.

9

Nova squinted at me. "Three boyfriends?" She looked from Ric to Gunnar to Hilton.

Only Gunnar looked nervous at all. He couldn't sit still in his seat for longer than a second or two.

Ric was as smug as ever, a small smile on his lips. At least he'd taken a few moments to wipe the blood off his neck. He looked a bit less like someone tried to kill him now.

Hilton was cool and tightly controlled. He exuded quiet confidence. Like he said, he always got what he wanted.

I wasn't sure if he was expecting it to end quite this way, but if he had a problem with it he’d say so. Or he'd have the other two killed after the wedding. I guess we'd find out which one it was later. Hopefully he was okay with sharing, because I was getting used to having the other two around.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked. "And moving back here?"

She kicked her legs under the small chair she sat on. "Can we live here, with Bella? And my cousins?"

"Your cousins have to go home after the wedding," I said.

"And so will we," Ric said. "I have a nice big house in town we can all live in. Most of your cousins live closer to my place than Bella's."

"Is there a pool?" Nova asked. She looked at him like that was a deal breaker.

Ric snorted. "Of course there's a fu— pool. I wouldn't be very cool if I didn't have a pool, would I?"