Chapter 6

Between us we find a steady rhythm that makes me hard again, so I’m surprised when he places his hand on my forehead to stop me. “What—”

“Shh,” Bobby says, silencing me. I glance up at the intense look on his face and realize he’s listening to something. I rock back on my heels, unsure, and I’m just about to say something else when I hear it—slow footsteps circling behind us through the leaves. For a moment, my heart leaps in my chest, but when I look at Bobby, he’s more angry than scared. “That bitch,” he mutters. Then, raising his voice, he calls out, “Amber! You slut!”

The footsteps stop. With lazy motions, Bobby strokes himself, more to keep his erection up than to get off. We listen to the faint music from Ryan’s car but it’s the only sound—even the wind seems to have died. After a full, breathless minute, I whisper, “Do you really think it’s her?”