Dead of Summer - Page 93

I can’t help my incredulous scoff, and I stare at him as he pulls away, a wolfish grin on his lips. “You can’t fucking kill anyone.” Trying to put as much anger as I can into the words. “I’ll tell someone this time. I’ll kill you?—”

“You’ll try,” Kayde agrees. “I won’t kill anyone if that’s what you want, all right?” He holds up his fingers in that stupid scout salute again, and I roll my eyes. “Okay? Will you tell me what she said now?”

I shouldn’t believe him. There’s literally no reason on the face of this earth to believe Kayde, of all people, when it comes to murder. Not after what brought him to Camp Crestview in the first place.

“She thought I knew you were gone,” I say at last, and tentatively tell him all of what she’d said then, and after that, the comments at last night’s campfire.

And somehow, Kayde just stands there. His jaw works, though, like he’s fighting not to speak, and his eyes turn to cold chips of topaz. His hands on my throat and wrists don’t budge, however, and I still feel his thigh rubbing against the apex of my thighs with a promise I can’t think about right now.

“You know no one would miss her, right?” Kayde asks, closing his eyes hard. “You understand I could make it look like an accident.”

“She’s upset. She’s jealous,” I whisper, gripping as much of his hand as I can with my fingers. “Kayde, you can’t kill her?—”

“I can’t?” He leans forward again, some of the irritation melting out of his face. “You sure about that?”

I shake my head, then nod quickly, realizing what he’d asked. “You can’t,” I say flatly. “Or I’ll tell someone what you are.”

“Then do me a favor, hmm?” His grin curls over his lips, causing my heart to thump in my throat. “One thing, okay?”

One thing is never one thing with Kayde, but I dip my head in a nod, anyway. “What?”

“Do something for me. Distract me from how much I want to hurt Darcy for what she said to you.” He lets go of my throat and tilts my chin up. “Did she make you cry?” he murmurs, gaze searching my face.

I can’t answer.

I will not admit to crying over him.

“Anything I think you’ll like? Anything to distract you?” I whisper instead of an answer. He barely hesitates before dipping a quick nod, and my breath leaves me in a huff as my brain screams at me for what I’m about to do.

But if this won’t distract him, then I don’t know what will.

With my eyes on his, I open my mouth, tilting my head back just enough to make it clear what I’m doing. Then I let my tongue fall from between my parted lips, never looking away from his eyes.

And it has the exact result I’d been hoping for. He inhales sharply, surprised, before his eyes darken and he glances down at my mouth. “Sweetheart…” Kayde breathes, reaching up to grip my face instead of my throat. He tilts my chin further upward until I’m leaning back against the tree with my throat fully on display for him.

“Gorgeous, perfect girl. You’re ruining me, you know?” His voice is almost a coo, almost a fucking lullaby with its sweetness and its gentleness. My fingers tighten around the side of his hand as he leans forward, crowding me, and Kayde opens his mouth, poised about twelve inches over mine.

But he doesn’t spit in my mouth like I’m used to. He lets the saliva gather on his tongue before sticking it out in a mimicry of me. The result is that his saliva drips from his mouth to mine, landing on my tongue and sliding toward my throat. But it feels different this time. Not as aggressive as usual.

Not to mention that instead of pulling away, Kayde follows the broken string of saliva until he can kiss me, tongue licking against mine until my mouth is full of the taste of him. It’s only when he pulls away that I realize I’m panting, and that his hand is back on my hip while he rocks his hips against mine over and over again.

“Thank you,” I whisper, just as he opens his mouth to speak.

It results in a groan from Kayde and causes him to throw his head back as he ruts against me. “Fuck,” Kayde growls, not stopping his movements as heat builds between my thighs. “You’re going to fucking kill me, Summer.”

Recklessly, I grin at him, leaning into the movement of his thigh. “Good,” I tell him without stopping the word from leaving my mouth. “That’s the fucking plan if you do anything that you shouldn’t. I’ll end you, Kayde. Some fucking way, I swear. No matter if I have to?—”

He cuts off my rambling monologue with another kiss, and suddenly the hand not around my wrists dives between my thighs, dragging the waistband of my shorts down with him. I whine a protest against his lips, wriggling in his grip, only for him to ignore it completely as two fingers sink between my folds.

“I believe that, baby girl,” Kayde taunts, pulling them free and holding his fingers up between us so I can see the wetness that glistens on them. “I really do, I promise. But next time?” As I watch, he brings his hand to his mouth and slowly, languidly, licks his fingers clean with his eyes never leaving mine.

“Next time, maybe your threat would be more believable if your pussy isn’t so fucking soaked for me. But that’s okay.” He leans forward again and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue before adding, “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of practice this week.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

“I’m not pouting.” My words are quiet and grumpy. While neither Kinsley nor Liza have said a damn word about the faces I know I’m making, I can feel their eyes and their judgment on me.

And I’m really not here for it right now. I shift in my plastic chair, eyes on Kayde as he lounges in the seat next to Daniel. He’s smiling, Lassie persona in place, but now that I half know what I’m looking for, I can see that not everything is right on his face.