Don't Read After Dark: Keep the lights on while reading these! (A McCray Horror Collection) by Carolyn McCray Read Free Book Online Page A

to stand.”
    “Giving me the cot isn’t going to make me anymore ‘ grateful. ’”
    Darion shrugged. “Perhaps not, but after enough chivalrous acts? We’ll see.”
    The only thing that Darion was right about was that she needed to rest. She couldn’t stand next to the door all night. Her body just wouldn’t obey. So she kept her metal fragment at the ready as she crossed the cell. She went to sit down, but Darion put a hand on her arm.
    “No, you’ve got to—”
    Evie jerked out from under his touch, taking a step back. Only then did she realize that Esau had been lying in wait. He grabbed at her ankle, pulling her leg toward the bars that divided the cell.
    She kicked and flailed, but for such a scrawny guy, he had a grip of steel.
    “Yes, a classic Esau snatch and grab!” Andrew announced as Esau opened his mouth wide, looking ready to take a huge bite out of her leg.
    “Do it!” Back yelled. “Take a chunk!”
    And he might have, had Darion not hauled back and kicked Esau right in the face. The older man groaned, scrambling back from the bars, clutching his now broken nose. Blood gushed from his left nostril.
    “Oh, a classic Darion, out-of-the-blue comeback!”
    Evie found herself in Darion’s arms, their bodies pressed together.
    “Sorry, I was just trying to warn you…”
    Was the self-admitted murderer actually being tender? Still, she couldn’t trust him. She raised her metal fragment and pushed back from him.
    “Look, I don’t lean against the wall just to perfect my James Dean act.”
    He guided her down onto the cot, exactly where he had been sitting. “This is the only spot in the cell where you are safe from ‘unauthorized’ contact.”
    A sob escaped. Evie clutched her chest, trying to keep the rest of them in check. She couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not ever. But it was looking more and more hopeless.
    “I’m not going to last long, am I?” she asked Darion.
    He shrugged. “Don’t feel bad. Women seldom do.”
    * * *
    Jake sipped at a glass of remarkably light Merlot. Evie knew how to pick her wines. He flipped to the back of the photo album to find her birth certificate.
    “So you really are twenty-nine.”
    There were also college transcripts and diplomas. Interspersed were pictures of Evie playing softball, and a stunning picture of her smiling her way through glee club.
    He looked to the hamster, who was lazily running on his wheel. “So why aren’t you in any of these?” he asked. “Hmm? Have you come on the scene lately?”
    As a matter of fact, there weren’t a whole lot of pictures after college graduation. There was a wedding invitation, but no wedding announcement. Interesting.
    “Or has she got a guy on the side that neither one of us knows about?”
    Jake took another slow, long sip of the tasty red wine as he leaned back against the sectional.
    * * *
    Back watched as the bitch shook as she sat on Darion’s cot. Guess it wasn’t quite the haven, the salvation she thought it was going to be. Darion was all super cool, sitting on the floor next to the cot, all gentlemanly. Right.
    His gaze never wandered far from the chick’s rack, though. Darion might be all evolved and all, but he was still packing a set of balls. But right now, he just liked seeing the broad quiver.
    “Your nipples are dark, aren’t they?” Back asked.
    “I don’t know,” Door commented. “I take her for a pinky.”
    The puta put her fingers in her ears, but that just meant Back was getting warmed up.
    “Nah, they’re dark. And hard. Especially after I squeeze them between—”
    Darion suddenly stood up.
    “That’s enough of amateur porn hour.”
    “You know, fuck you and your pseudo sympathy. You want to fuck her as bad as we do.”
    Darion frowned that fucking superior frown of his. “Ever so eloquent.”
    He looked down to Evie, who looked up, tears in her eyes. A fucking Waltons' moment. Well, Back knew how to take care of that.
    “You want to fuck her.”
    “Yeah,