Burning Rivalry (Trevor's Harem #2) (12 page)

When Daniel slides his finger into my pussy and his knuckles press against my clit, my body responds in an undifferentiated, startled response. I don’t know if I’m scared or angry or more fucking turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Three’s a mishmash of excitement inside me, with too many causes to count. I only know that right now, I’m in my body’s purest distillation of fight or flight. But the last thing I want is to flee.
 

My hands are in a frenzy, scrambling for his cock. Sixty seconds ago, I didn’t know he was up here, but right now he’s all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve been waiting for breathlessly for days, weeks, months, years. I need him inside me. If he doesn’t spread my legs wide and fuck me, I’ll lose my mind.
 

He takes his hand from my pussy, and I almost scream. The hand finds my chin, and I can feel my own wetness on my cheek. He holds my head so I’m looking right at him, and beyond Daniel’s face is only the sky. He’s rolled mostly atop me, his powerful chest and other arm pinning me down. I couldn’t move if I wanted, so it’s a damn good thing I want him so badly.
 

“Look at me,” he says.
 

My eyes center on his.
 

“You touched him.”

“Who?”
 

“Trevor.”
 

My hand on his leg. I didn’t even notice it happening. Before I knew it, I was next to him, touching him. That’s about the time I noticed Daniel was gone. When he must have come up here, all of this planned from the moment he set foot on the path.
 

“I didn’t realize — ”

“You don’t touch him. You don’t touch anyone else. Do you hear me?”
 

I can’t subvert my passion enough to feel angry, but something in me rebels enough to say, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
 

“I’m the guy who fucks you. I’m the guy who makes you come and scream my name.”
 

“You don’t own me.”
 

“I do own you, Bridget,” he growls. “But it’s your choice, in the end. And if you want me to stop, you just tell me to stop.”
 

His hand moves away from my chin, to my stomach. Pulling my shirt up, his skin against mine.
 

“If you don’t want me to claim you, just say the word.”
 

My lips part. My eyes close as his hand moves higher. As he lifts my sports bra, his hand heavy on my breast, lightly pinching my rock-hard nipple.

“I didn’t know I was touching him. It just sort of happened.”
 

“You’re tough, but you’re not immune to any of this, Bridget.”
 

“To what?”
 

“To conformity. To social coercion.”
 

“I’m not coerced.”
 

“Everyone is coerced, all the time. Trust me, I know.”

His hand moves to my other breast. I moan.
 

“And I don’t like him touching you. If he touches you again, I’ll break his arm.”
 

The hand turns around, going lower rather than higher. Then those fingers are back inside me, fondling my clit.
 

“Come for me,” he says. “And tell me you want me to fuck you.”
 

The orgasm is already waiting. A second later, I explode, screaming his name into his hot neck.
 

“Fuck me,” I hear myself say as I pull away, yanking my yoga pants and panties down.
 

He falls to his knees, unbuckling, freeing his cock. His muscles flex as he pumps his fist along its length, my pussy yearning for it to slide inside me.
 

“Take it all off. All of it.”
 

I follow his orders. Everything comes off to the rhythm of our breathing. I don’t know where the paths go, and have to assume that Trevor, Kylie, and Kat are marching up this way to meet me. It looked like a long path, like it might take a while. But I want him naked this time, just as he wants me. We’ve fucked. But I want him to fuck me right this time.
 

Daniel crosses his strong arms and tears off his shirt. For a while, I watch as he moves over me, cock in hand, his flesh painted a pattern of black. Then he’s between my legs, pushing them wide, shoving himself roughly inside me. I yell out again, this time loud enough to be heard. No one shouts back from below.

I know they’re on their way.
 

Daniel thrusts harder, faster. I come again almost instantly and still need more, more,
more
. His hands are everywhere, pawing at my tits, my neck, running through my splayed-out, tied-back hair. We must be filthy by now, but I don’t care even a little.
 

“I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to fuck you until you overflow,” Daniel whispers in my ear.
 

I rake my hands across his back as he comes, and as I feel him inside me I come again.
 

For a few seconds, we’re only a mass of limbs, of sweat, of clawing and biting.
 

Like animals.
 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next day, we don’t see Eric the Single-Serving Helper. We’re introduced to two women instead, both more practical, real-world types than the eleven other females I’ve met here. Their names seem to be Glynn and Rachel, but I never really figure out who is who, which is fine because after tomorrow I’ll bet we never see either woman again. Watching them circulate and talk to us, I wonder what it’s like for these two stolid, everyday women, tasked with chronicling and recording the results of a contest to winnow a dozen lithe sex fiends down to one, for a rich man’s pleasure.

I don’t ask.

In my room, under the bed, is the item Daniel gave me yesterday after we cleaned ourselves up on the clifftop, dressing, trying to erase evidence of rolling around in the dirt from our clothing. It wasn’t long after my breathing returned to normal and I noticed the long scratches I’d carved into Daniel’s back with my short nails that we heard voices down one of the trails. Daniel slipped me something from his backpack and told me to rush along and find them. He told me to run so that they wouldn’t see I’d only made it fifty feet down the trail in the ten minutes we spent intertwined, and to preempt further questions by blurting out that I’d got lost.
 

I did, though I’m sure neither Kylie nor Kat believed me.
 

“Could you see where Daniel ran off to from up there?” Kylie asked.
 

Trevor was checking something on his cell phone, as if he hadn’t heard.
 

Kylie continued. “Maybe he went back to the house after hearing that someone did something to get herself kicked out again.”
 

Kat handed me my pack, which I’d left below after starting my ascent. Somehow, she managed to infuse the simple act of handing me a bag with an aura of disbelief. I wondered if Trevor would want to hike all the way up, to repair the clifftop rope anchor that hadn’t actually broken.

Right now, anyone watching us would think we were hanging out in a home-theater-type room to watch sports. There’s a basketball game on the big screen, but somehow I doubt most, if not all, of these girls would’ve cared about the game when it aired. There’s a team in white jerseys and another in green. Glynn and Rachel have instructed us to keep track of the number of times the white team passes the ball. So far, I have ten passes. Some of the other girls are making hash marks on paper, having found both pad and pen. I wonder if this is cheating.

I see Kylie from the corner of my eye in the dim room. I don’t want to look too carefully, and miss a pass. If everyone else has the right number and I have the wrong one, I’ll look like an idiot. I don’t care about the action onscreen, but rules of the game say we’ll all get twenty-five grand in a few days, on top of my resumed stipends piling up for payday. Kylie hasn’t busted me yet, probably because she doesn’t have any evidence. She might not even know what happened yesterday on the rock, but she’s sure it’s something. Giving her reason to believe I can’t even count doesn’t feel like a good idea.
 

“This isn’t what I thought we’d be doing here,” says Renee from my right. I like Renee. I haven’t talked much with many of my fellow contestants, but I like Renee because of her genuine-looking smile and atypical body type, at least in this group. Everyone here is a stick. All that’s different is height and hair color. Renee alone has curves. She’s not fat, but in this forest of model types, it’s comforting to see someone who maybe doesn’t live on wheat grass and salads. And of course, I’ve seen enough of Renee to make these judgments. These days, I know what all my friends look like naked.
 

Although they can’t say the same of me.

I think of what Daniel gave me.
 

I think of the way, as we hiked back to the mansion, I kept waiting for Kylie to snap. About what, I’m not sure. I don’t even think it was my clifftop adventure that’s eating her; she might just think I was trying to get out of belay duty, or not climb again with her behind me so she could force me to fall. It’s something else. A grudge she won’t voice. Something new, percolating under the surface.
 

Thirteen passes of the basketball. Fourteen.
 

It goes on for another few minutes, then our hosts turn off the screen and raise the lights. Glynn or Rachel stands at the room’s front. She must not understand the point of this because she asks us to blurt out the number of passes, not write them down to make sure each of us got it right. I resent all of the attention I’ve been paying. My mind kept wanting to wander. To go back and do something I know I’m not supposed to do.
 

“Sixteen passes,” says Ivy, the black-haired Italian-looking girl I’ve begun to think of as Kylie’s right hand.
 

“Did everyone get sixteen?”
 

Heads nod. That’s what I got, too.
 

“Anybody not get sixteen?”
 

Heads shake.
 

“Okay. Sixteen is right. So did anything else happen in that video clip?”
 

I’m not sure what that means.
 

“Nobody noticed the guy in the gorilla suit?”
 

We’re dismissed five minutes later. The idea of the man in the gorilla suit — apparently walking right through the basketball game we’d been watching in plain sight and stopping mid-court — is never explained. Our new single-serving friends simply take notes and send us on our way. More mind games, and still no explanations.
 

I find Jessica and Erin, waiting for me as we exit. We’re becoming quite the three amigas, tossed together because these two are, out of all these women so different from me, the most similar.
 

“Lunch?” Erin asks.
 

Jessica is looking off into the distance.
 

“Lunch, Jess?” Erin repeats.
 

“Actually, I think I might find some of the boys.”
 

Meaning our trio of studs. I keep forgetting they’re meant as studs, though I might be the only one. On day one, I feared I’d be expected to participate in all sorts of sexual shit if I wanted to stay, but the place has changed so much. Now the sex is this strange background to everything. People fuck with the doors open and it’s not at all uncommon to notice someone bouncing at one of our meals and realize it’s because one of the guys is sitting under her and she’s multitasking. Cameras record everything. Someone is always taking notes. But nobody’s told us what it means, or whether partaking is a plus or a minus. Jessica doesn’t care. She told me yesterday that God gave her a pussy and she likes using it. Erin’s more subtle, but it’s only a matter of time before I get another chance to watch someone shove her against a wall and have their way.
 

“Say, neither of you is into girls, are you?” Jessica asks.
 

Neither of us responds. My answer is no, though I did sort of enjoy watching more than I’d have imagined. But Erin looks away. Strange to be shy here, but she is.
 

“No,” I finally say.
 

“Because your body is smokin’. If you were into it, I’m just saying, I would be, too.”
 

“No thanks, Jess.” I wonder what it says about my life that this is such a casual discussion.

“Erin?”
 

Erin kind of demurs. It’s all the opening Jessica needs.
 

“Come on. Come with me. We don’t need the guys. Let’s see if we can find Trevor and give him a show.”
 

Erin sort of giggles. She’s blushing.
 

“You know that guy wants a wife who’s into girls. You know he’s going to want threesomes and shit. And there’s an elimination in just over a week.”
 

“Hey,” I say.
 

Jessica looks over, eyes wide. Like she thinks I’ve changed my mind.