Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Leo takes my hand and leads me outside. The cold chill rips over my skin, chasing a shiver through my blood. “Want my jacket?”
“No, it’s fine,” I tell him with confidence and assurance. But it’s not fine. I’m outside to pee. I’m not a diva type, but I’m also not used to the great outdoors living aspect of being out here in the woods.
We round the small building and come to a tiny wooden shack-like structure. Leo pushes the door open and gestures with his hand at the toilet inside. It’s like a stall you’d see in a public bathroom, but way creepier and old. “No way.” I shake my head vehemently, snatching my hand from his and folding my arms over my chest.
“Just don’t think about it.” He shrugs.
My mouth drops open. “There’s no light. It’s like an upright coffin. I can’t go inside there,” I protest.
“It’s either in there or out there.” He nods to the tree line where Zac is perched up against a tree relieving himself.
Dammit.
“I’m not closing the door,” I grumble.
Leo chuckles and holds up his hands. “That’s fine. Leave it open. I’ll turn around so you keep your dignity.” He smirks as I squint my eyes at him.
Taking a couple of steps inside, I cringe at the dark space. I can’t see the condition of the seat in this light, but I’m betting it’s as run-down as the house. I turn to see Leo watching me.
“Ready?” he asks with a smile in his tone.
“I guess I have to be.” Lifting my skirt, I shimmy my panties down and try to hover over the seat without touching the walls with my hands or seat with my butt. I should do my squats because this is hard work.
“I don’t hear anything,” Leo calls out.
“It’s being stubborn.”
His frame shakes a little and then I watch his head dip before hearing the distinct sound of a zipper opening. Two seconds later, the sound of him relieving his bladder coaxes my own to relax. A sigh passes my lips as I relax. Just as I’m finishing, something drops on the top of my head. It’s big and moving.
A scream rips from my lungs as I bolt forward, my hands swatting at my hair. My panties are still at my knees and restrict my movements, causing me to tumble forward and hit the ground.
Leo is on me in seconds, trying to calm me down and assess the situation. In a flash, Zac is by his side, his features contorted with worry. “What happened?” he rushes out, looking all around me.
“Something was on me!” I cry out.
Heavy footfalls pound the ground until Ford and Sebastian are standing around me also, all four men looking down at me, scanning my body.
“There!” Ford shouts, pointing to something near my head. His foot lifts and comes down. “Spider.” He grins.
Yuck. A spider?
“Good job, hero.” Sebastian rolls his eyes at Ford in mockery.
I barely suppress a shudder just thinking about that thing crawling in my hair.
“Can you help me up?” I croak, my cheeks burning with humiliation.
Leo reaches down and gets me to my feet. My panties drop to my ankles and all four sets of eyes follow their trail.
Perfect.
I lift my foot to slip out of them because I’m pretty sure I peed on them and myself in my escape from the predator in the toilet. Before I can lean down and pick them up Zac does.
Oh my God.
“They’re wet,” he announces like it’s normal for this to happen. This is so far from normal. I’m about to combust as my entire body goes into a hot ball of mortification. And did Sebastian just groan?
“I got scared and ran,” I snap, defending the cause of the wetness. It’s the pee. I’m sticking with that.
“Fell,” Leo corrects. I hit my fist into his arm and he chuckles.
I hold my hand out to Zac, but instead of handing me back my panties, he walks off with them still clutched in his hand.
Erm…
“Where the fuck you going with those?” Seb barks, asking the question I couldn’t.
“Wouldn’t be the first pair of hers he’s stolen,” Ford jests.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Nothing,” Seb growls. “He’s joking.”
Ford snorts, making me squirm. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look at the ground because this is information I would have never expected of Zac. Was it a joke? It had to be a joke. Why would he want my panties? I’ve seen the women fawn over him in the past. He could have anyone’s panties.
“Let’s get inside,” Seb orders. “Dawn’s breaking and Leo and I need some shut-eye.”
We go inside and Ford groans from beside me as we pass the front door. I follow his line of sight to my panties hung over the fireplace being dried by the fire.