Page 197 of Fighting Chance

“Do I look like sunshine incarnate right now?”

Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms over my chest, ignoring everyone else in the line. Even I can hear the smirk in my voice as I purr, “I don’t know what you are right now, but I’ll take it all the same.”

She tsks. “Always a flirt.”

“Always a tease.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Exactly, so I’m giving you a chance to rectify the situation.”

“I believe the last time Irectifieda situation I had you on my lap begging to be fucked.”

Her sharp intake of breath has my lips twitching.

This is the first time we’ve spoken aboutthatnight and fuck if I wasn’t dreaming about being able to see the way her eyes are no doubt on fire right now.

She steps into my space, and even with the heeled boots, she still has to tip her head back.

“And if I remember correctly, you were moaning into my mouth.”

“Not ashamed about it. I’d happily do it again.” Stepping forward, I spin her by her shoulders as the line moves forward, pulling her flush against my back. We’re up. In this position, I let her know just how much she’s affecting me. “Also not ashamed to admit that I’ve been this painfully hard since the moment you slid that costume on.”

Once we get to the attendant, I’m grinning behind my mask, as Layla’s so flustered she can’t speak. I lift my chin in the direction of Bella, Grayson, Cindy, and O’Connor, who are stepping into the House of Terror. “We’re with them,” I say.

Grayson, it seems, is loving his part of the plan. I’m pretty sure he roped O’Connor in on it, too.

Distract the girls. Let me get a chance to be alone with Layla in the house.

The attendant steps aside. “Go on ahead. You’re the last of the group for this session.”

Layla’s walk isn’t as assured as it was before. I bend down to whisper, “Hear that? There’s no one behind us. Careful, sunshine, or I might just start hunting you.”

We walk through the black and red paint smeared door to find we’re utterly alone and that it’s pitch black.

Bending low, I can’t help but tease again, “What do you say, sunshine? Want to play?”

The lights above our heads flicker, illuminating a hallway full of mirrors, all at tilted angles, giving me the perfect view of her beautiful breasts as they rise and fall with her rapid breathing. I know she’s turned on.

The last time she was like this, she was on my lap.

A scream comes from somewhere ahead of us, and before Layla can respond to me, a chainsaw revs behind us. Peering over my shoulder I watch as an actor steps around the corner with a chainsaw, blood dripping down it and his body, their mask sinister.

Layla slides her hand in mine and screams, “Run!”

Not needing to be told twice, we take off down the hall, the actor following us as we come up to a dead end. I’m about to go left when Layla pulls me right, ducking my head I keep my hold on her firm as we run through a door and into a room that looks like a cemetery.

Layla’s scream is loud as one of the bodies half popping out of the dirt of a grave jumps up with a knife and grabs her ankle. They’re wearing a terrifying nun costume.

“Fuck!”

Instinct kicks in and I bend, throwing Layla over my shoulder and taking off through the cemetery. We dodge actors left and right as they all jump out from different gravesites with various weapons.

“Kieran!” Layla screeches, whacking my back. “Put me down!”

“Fuck no! What the fuck kind of haunted house is this?”