Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

That I would survive with only one night of this.

I’d been wrong.

So wrong.

And as Jeffrey lapped at our combined cum, I knew there was no giving this up. I’d rather be put down than live my life without him.

Trevor

Hey man, I’m going to the bar tonight. You wanna come?

Becky

Martha misses you, you should text her back. I know it’s been a while…but you were so good together. It’s silly to throw that away, you know?

Martha

How are you?

Richard

Stir fry at eight pm next week. Tuesday.

Bring your dog.

Blair

Who do you think would win in a fight? Gomez Addams or Herman Munster? Enquiring minds need to know.

Also come Tuesday!

Seriously!

My apartment.

It’ll be awesome.

Avery

Don’t forget the shipment of frog warts is coming in Wednesday. Needs temperature controlled ASAP, please and thank you. I have to do lunch with Violet so I won’t be in. I’ll bring you back a sandwich. I’ll love you forever if you head in early. I’m not sure when the delivery will arrive.

I stared down at the steadily growing pile of unanswered texts in my inbox, turned my phone off, and spat the rest of the toothpaste in the sink. Even my orgasm—which had been fantastic— couldn’t block out my rising panic. My hand shook as I set my toothbrush down, closed my eyes, and tried to breathe. The cold counter bit into my palms as I squeezed it tight, looking for balance.

I just want to be left alone.

Why can’t I be left alone?

My therapist had told me to try to rely on someone else. And part of me was tempted to ask Mutt—who I’d left in the other room, naked on my bed—to crush my phone.

Did that count?

Fuuuuck.

What was wrong with me?

“Jeffrey,” Mutt’s voice was soft where it echoed in the crack beneath the door. “You are upset.” Apparently he hadn’t stayed where I’d left him.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I muttered under my breath—but that felt mean. It felt really mean, and I hated that I’d said it immediately.