Chapter 16: Moonlight Rendezvous

Phinn flicked off the flashlight as he made the final turn on the hiking trail. Slowing down his pace, the wary detective’s head cocked to the side as the gazebo came into view. The building seemed quiet as beams of soft moonlight shone down through the gaps of the forest canopy. Stepping closer, the junior investigator didn’t see any signs of Hazel.

Halting about twenty feet from the pair of steps that led inside, Phinn listened for any sounds around him. Leaves and branches rustled in the gentle breeze, or at least that’s what the nature-hater thought caused them to move. Nothing sounded manmade over the cricket chirps or owl hoots. If anything, the most persistent and annoying sound came from the mosquitoes buzzing around the teen’s head.

Although sure a trap awaited him, the veteran snoop lost his patience due to the mosquitoes. Continuing forward, he opened the screen door to enter the gazebo. Immediately, his attention shifted to a round object sitting at the end of the long table, farthest from him. Suspicious yet intrigued, the junior investigator performed a slow survey of the area outside the gazebo before stepping forward.

A crystal ball.

Sitting on an inch-high silver stand, the object didn’t necessarily surprise Phineas. One showing up on this case wouldn’t have shocked him, but finding it out here in the gazebo did feel unexpected. Its presence also reminded him that they should’ve found a way to call the Sassers. If this wasn’t Jean-Paul Flamand’s first rodeo as the sleuth expected, a fortune-telling scam certainly felt possible as a past grift.

Interested in examining the crystal ball for any tricks, Phinn delayed that study as several additional items caught his attention. Bending down, he picked up a piece of rope dangling from the table’s underside. The detective’s gaze widened slightly as he found a small noose at the rope’s end. A quick count confirmed four dangling ropes, two on each side of the table. The experienced detective also didn’t like their positions around the long table.

A soft, crunching noise alerted Phinn to the approach of the person on the narrow pathway off the trail to the gazebo. Standing up and turning around, he began to wonder just how odd this potential trap might turn out to be.

A person in a tan hooded robe stood fifteen feet away from the door. The raised hood hid their face.

“Hazel?” Phinn inquired, figuring he should say something.

An abrupt jerk sent the robe to the ground.

Phinn’s eyes raised at the unexpected sight. It wasn’t that it was Hazel, but what she wore.

Akin to a slutty version of a Cleopatra costume for Halloween, its shiny gold material popped in the moonlight when contrasted with the singer’s caramel-colored skin. For a brief moment, Phinn wondered if she’d worn the outfit in one of her group’s music videos, but he couldn’t recall a song that matched the costume’s vibe.

The young man felt a stirring down in his groin as he scanned the silent singer. An elaborate gold headpiece rested on her head with several long feathers dangling down. Expensive jewelry also adorned her body. There were large hooped earrings, gaudy rings on her fingers, and gold bangles on her arms. The one piece that didn’t match the ensemble was the necklace around her neck, with a vibrant green copper mineral at its center. The gumshoe recognized it as the malachite that Flamand had given Hazel.

The costume also featured a shiny, gold metallic crop top with straps thin enough to provide an ample cleavage display as they barely covered her medium-sized breasts. Those same perky apples appeared larger because of the crop top’s bottom band, which worked like a push-up bra. A similar gold band worked as a belt to hold up a long, floor-length matching skirt with high slits revealing all of her slender, caramel legs while barely covering her private parts in front and back.

Entranced momentarily by the sexy outfit, Phineas jerked as a light turned on behind him. A quick glance revealed it to be the whitish glow from the crystal ball. A whisper of a hissing sound also filled the gazebo, sending the teen detective to search the floor for a snake. Unfortunately, Phinn realized his mistake as he traced the slight hiss to the crystal ball. Or more specifically, it’s silver stand, where a gas vapor could be seen emitting from several of its sides.

Suddenly, a light-headedness alerted Phinn to the danger he’d missed. Turning away from the crystal ball, the drowsy investigator turned to look at Hazel’s vacant eyes.

“Rookie mistake,” the experienced sleuth muttered before his world turned dark.

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Jacob nearly jumped as an owl hooted nearby. Able to keep it to a flinch, the superstitious teen sighed in relief that it wasn’t a howl. Despite his concerns about a creature of the night, a regular human caused him to pause outside the barn door to double-check the surroundings over his shoulder. Without Troy anywhere in sight, the stocky athlete opened the big door.

After shutting himself inside, Jake gave the barn a quick scan. Only a soft light shone through the loft’s door. Guessing that meant the window stood open with the light turned off, the suspicious sleuth flicked on his personal light. On the lookout for a raving mad boyfriend or a ravenous werewolf, the blond bloodhound sent the flashlight’s beam all around the ground floor. He even braved the narrow aisles between the hay bales to check for a hidden attacker.

Satisfied about his being the only person inside the barn’s lower level, Jake returned to the building’s center. A second glance at his surroundings caused the flashlight’s brightness to linger on the workshop bench and the wall of hanging tools. The slasher killer’s dream selection still sent the horror-film-hater shivering. However, the saw blades, pruning shears, machetes, and hatchets also led Jake to wonder about their potential. Sure, they weren’t made of silver, but they could be used as a stopgap until the potential monster hunter could find something more suitable to harm the werewolf.

Jake worked out the possibilities in his head while he climbed the creaky stairs. At the top, he switched off the flashlight a moment before turning to enter the makeshift bedroom. If he could, the enamored young man would’ve thanked himself as an extraordinary sight awaited him. With the moonlight shining through the open window, the soft glow served as a backlight for the breathtaking beauty standing before it.

A gasp caught in Jake’s throat, thanks to his swallowed tongue.

Adora Rose, actress, teen dream, and one of Jake’s earliest celebrity crushes, stood in only a baby blue babydoll negligee. Her minuscule weight leaned onto her right foot, cocking her left hip out teasingly against the draped garment. The petite, busty blonde appeared like a fantasy, a big bow directly under her ample cleavage, with the gossamer fabric showcasing her smooth skin and lack of underwear. With the moonbeams outlining her silhouette, Jake thought Adora matched her old role of Dream Lass perfectly.

Before the teen could speak, the dirty blonde brushed the flimsy straps off her shoulders, sending the babydoll to the wooden planks at her feet. Jake’s jaw dropped in shock and awe. His gaze didn’t know where to zero in on, almost sending him crosseyed as they darted from one section of the actress to another. Perfect skin lay everywhere, including the flat stomach that led to slender hips, which lay above a bare pussy. However, a magnetic **** kept raising the admiring fan’s eyes to the succulent globes sitting pertly high on Adora’s chest. The pale, pink nipples flashed before his eyes as if beacons offering life-saving subsistence.

Despite blinking rapidly, the awestruck athlete gaped at the enthralling vision before Adora stepped forward to jab her tongue into his open mouth. Whatever discombobulated state Jake entered, awareness of dick twitching to life occurred. The bestial side of his brain noted his spear pulsing to life, ready to lance wherever it was needed. Adora responded to the contact below the waist by moaning lewdly into his mouth.

For one of the rare times in his life, the popular ladies’ man found himself on the other side of a passionate, toe-curling kiss. An expert kisser, Adora's entangling of Jake's tongue dashed any of his worries about her boyfriend or the werewolf from his mind. Instead, he automatically entered the conflict, seeking the upper hand while his hands dropped down to her hips.

However, before Jake could cup her toned ass cheeks, the sexy actress broke off the kiss. Stepping back, she remained silent, allowing the moonlight to once again bathe her body as if it were a spotlight. With Jake’s blue eyes glued to her perfectly round breasts, he couldn’t be sure what her intentions were.

Suddenly, the petite peach turned, causing Jake to rubberneck as he ogled the wondrous hemispheres that began to sway away. Ever the tease on-screen, Adora seemed to be the same close-up as she added an extra hitch to her sassy walk.

With glittering, hungry eyes, the eighteen-year-old admired the alluring rump as the stunning beauty slinkily crawled across the bed until she rolled over onto her back. The watching teen only snapped out of his daze when she arched her back to push out her tits and parted her legs in a welcoming gesture.

Oh, shit! This is really happening! Adora fucking Rose is naked on a bed…with me! We’re actually doing this! Jake screamed in his head while yanking his shirt off. In a flash, his shorts were unbuckled, unzipped, and discarded to a corner of the room.

Standing at the end of the bed, Jake stared down with absolute fascination and desire at the exquisite sight. Her tight, luscious body fulfilled every fantasy from his younger self’s bedroom during her days on Power Prep. The horny teen watched as Adora's smooth thighs rubbed together before one leg trailed up and down its partner. All the while, the dirty blonde's deep, heavy breathing filled the loft. Now unconstrained, his cock pulsed repeatedly, and its hardness bobbed up and down in anticipation.

And when those legs parted again, offering another invitation, Jake pounced onto the bed. Scrambling across the mattress, the randy teen crawled over the prone goddess until he held himself above her with his arms and legs. Despite the situation, Adora didn’t meet Jake’s gaze when he peered down. Too aroused to worry about it, Jake bent his lips down to where the liplock met vigorous appreciation.

What began as a soft, gentle kiss soon turned into a mouth-devouring, hungry display that felt similar to teens making out in the backseat of a car at the first opportunity. Their tongues probed while their breathing grew hotter and heavier, panting into each other as they kissed. Cravings deep inside them grew hotter and hotter.

Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as the illicit pair kissed passionately, losing themselves in their erotic coupling. Jake had long forgotten about Troy, while Adora seemed to no longer care about her boyfriend as she cheated on him. Instead, she ran her hands through his hair in an increasingly animated fashion. Jake responded by leaning onto one arm while reaching down between their bodies to squeeze a heaving breast.

The passionate kisses reached unimaginable heights for Jake as Adora couldn't seem to get enough of him. As he groped her breast, her back arched into his hand while her own nails dug into his shoulders. The pain only spurred on his groping fingers.

Not to be outdone, Adora's dainty fingers slithered their way down until they squeezed around her new lover's straining shaft while their tongues decadently danced. Jake countered by dropping a knee between her parted legs. In that position, he rubbed it between her upper thighs, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the sultry siren at the exquisite pressure.

The dry-humping continued for a couple of minutes until Adora suddenly broke off the kiss. Before Jake could resume contact, she pushed his head downward. A bit surprised by the rough treatment, the teen didn't let it affect his mood. If his fantasy woman wanted his attention down on her chest, he'd gladly oblige.

Although he'd already seen Adora's naked breasts after she disrobed, Jake's breath still caught in his mouth when his head hovered over them. The rack with the eraser-hard, pale pink nipples directly in front of his face had won the award for Best Tits eight years ago. Hell, the same bosom garnered a controversial amount of support and points nine and ten years ago. So while they weren’t by far the first pair of tits Jake had ever seen or played with, they suddenly felt like it, as his hands and mouth twitched in anticipation.

Despite his love of ogling them, Jake couldn't resist any longer. Straddling Adora's upper thighs, the super horny sleuth leaned forward to reach down and cup those perfect pair of D-cups. As his strong hands molded around the flesh, Jake estimated them to be 34Ds or 36Ds. I should ask when we’re done, he told himself. Whatever their size, they looked massive on the actress’s petite frame.

Continuing to squeeze the soft yet firm flesh, the teen investigator swiftly confirmed they were all natural. Take that, doubters! Jake screamed to the imaginary naysayers in and around the barn. Speculation about implants had been ripe since the break between seasons one and two of Power Prep. A decade later, the young man could scream to the world that the twenty-six-year-old didn’t contain an ounce of silicon.

Mashing the pliant flesh together, Jake’s mouth swooped down like a bird of prey. Immediately, he bit the hard nipple, drawing out a breathy moan from the knockout. Finally, his lips were around Dream Lass’s wondrous orbs, and once latched on, the teen wasn’t about to let go.

Entering a dreamlike state, Jake smooched, suckled, and squeezed those pillows. He pecked, nibbled, and fondled for ages. Finally, while he licked, slurped, and mauled, Adora broke off the contact while panting heavily.

Despite her pushing him further downward, the **** teen had to get in a final kiss and pet before he stopped for now. This was a moment that had to last a lifetime. Yet, ever the gentleman lover, Jake descended lower while kissing the flat stomach’s smooth skin.

To be honest, everything about Adora’s body screamed flawless perfection in Jake’s estimation. Although his investigation wasn’t yet complete, he expected high marks all around. The taste test portion would commence in moments.

Wiggling between Adora’s thighs, Jake winked joyfully at the pretty petals that awaited him. Licking his lips first, he did the same to the deam actress’s lower ones. Long, languid licks followed as Jake believed in slow but steady to work a girl up to speed.

However, the teen had underestimated his lover's current state. After parting those lips to blow softly on her clit, Jake felt Adora's hands roughly yank him harder against her nether regions. Diving in, Jake happily feasted while using his fingers to play with his food.

Adora responded by clamping her thighs around the sides of his head before howling like a banshee as an orgasm rocked her and the bed. A momentary sense of pride filled Jake, but it was soon replaced by a sudden worry about what came next.

Shit! I can’t move over to fucking. I’m ready to blow already.

Thinking swiftly, Jake found a solution to the potential for an underwhelming fuck. He shifted his body around while crawling back onto Adora. Despite panting from her orgasm, the actress accepted the 69 position by enveloping the cock with her mouth.

There you go, Magnum! This night is only going to get better and better!

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Feeling groggy with heavy eyelids, Phineas came to. His head raised a few centimeters before swiftly falling back. Fighting to open his eyes, the teen instead attempted to rub them with his hands. However, he found his arms restrained.

Of course, the ropes, Phinn recalled. As the gazebo, crystal ball, and Hazel came flooding back, the drowsy detective took a minute to gather his strength as he woke further. This time, he managed to open his eyes and lift his head.

Success! Um, what the…

Looking around, Phinn confirmed his arms and legs were tied to the long table. However, being naked while Hazel leaned against the table and stroked his dick wasn’t what the sleuth expected. Unable to do much else, the helpless detective decided to ask the obvious.

“Uh, Hazel, what are you doing?”

“Hush, paleface,” the singer said, her voice sounding monotone, if not emotionless. Her eyes also held a vacant look that concerned the investigator.

“That’s not very nice. I think I’ve gotten a decent tan since arriving here,” Phinn cracked.

After noticing that she didn’t respond, the young sherlock turned his head to each side while scanning for Leighton. She should be here by now. I told her to only wait ten minutes before following, and I figured she’d practically catch up to me by the time I arrived.

"Look, I appreciate the effort and intent, but I'm not into S&M, and this feels very bondagey to me."

Phinn’s words had an effect, just not the type he hoped for, as Hazel’s head swung toward his direction with a sharp bark to her tone.

“Quiet! I must empty your strength before we can begin.”

Begin? Begin what? Jake might think she means fucking, but I doubt that very much. Still, I'd better keep her distracted by talking until Leighton finally shows up.

“Okay, I probably won’t like the answer, but the curiosity is sorta killing me. What are we about to begin, Hazel?” the Phineas inquired, sounding as polite as he possibly could be.

Yet, the usually friendly, if not shy, singer seemed perturbed by his question. Or, as the detective quickly found, the name he called her.

“Do not speak to me unless you address Zarana properly and respectfully!” Hazel bellowed.

She wants to be called by her stage name? I guess. Wait, is this based on one of her group’s music videos? I can’t recall this theme being in one. Okay, so she’s either very moody tonight or off her rocker. Where the hell are you, Leighton? Phinn mentally called out, searching again with his eyes. He wished he could move more, but he was tied too tightly.

“Um, alrighty, what are you about to begin, Zarana? Perhaps if you tell me, I could help you. Maybe even lend a hand if you loosen these ropes a bit.”

Once again, he caught her attention, and yet again, his offer didn’t go over so well.

“As Zarana, Jungle Princess, I protect my clan’s lands from the white devils.”

“Wow! Okay, okay,” Phinn responded. “That sounds pretty offensive, if not racist, but I get your need to protect your family and your lands. However, if I might quibble a bit with your statement, I don’t quite see what that has to do with me. I’ve never been called or accused of being a white devil before.”

Phinn nearly yelped as Hazel’s grip tightened around his shaft. While squeezing forcefully, she stroked several times savagely before replying.

“Zarana must sacrifice a virgin devil to the moon panther goddess.”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Phinn sounded, attempting to hold up a hand while failing. "I'm not a virgin and haven't been one for months. Why does everyone always assume I'm one? I have some skills or game, if you want to call it that."

Despite his concern about the term "sacrifice," the teen sleuth attempted to keep the conversation light-hearted. Meanwhile, he screamed loudly in his head. What the fuck, Leighton? You’re supposed to be here by now! Not show up after I’ve been sacrificed. Shit, how is that going to happen?

“What foul sorcery is this?” Hazel hissed, letting go of Phinn’s softening dick.

“It’s kind of hard to stay hard when I’m being offered up as a sacrifice,” the brown-haired teen pointed out. “Yeah, that’s not going to help either.”

Phinn shook his head as Hazel backhanded his wilted member several times. Next, he rolled his eyes despite the danger, watching as she grew infuriated by the lack of a response.

"I think it's down for the count right now," Phinn noted. "But this might be an excellent time to discuss your white devil comment. Okay, sure, I was born in Edgewater, but my father's family are all Midwesterners or Northerners. And their ancestors fought on the Union side during the Civil War. That should count for something. Also, my mother's side didn't even move to Edgewater until a few generations ago, so I'm about ninety-five percent certain that they never owned any slaves. And if you're worried about Jake's family, don't be. The Magnums are sketchy as fuck; they more likely worked as war profiteers rather than fight on either side."

“Silence, Silvertongue!” Hazel roared, dropping her fingers away from his limp dick.

"You know, that's way more preferable to white devil. Call me Silvertongue all you want," the smartass offered, seeking to keep her talking. Phinn worried about her dropping his dick, as it felt fairly integral to whatever ceremony she had in mind. Unfortunately, his captor appeared to be running out of patience.

“Speak more, and I shall slice off your foul tongue!” Hazel vowed.

“Oh, Hazel– I mean, Zarana! That’s not like you to issue a rude threat. You’ve been such a nice, helpful woman so far, what with you lending Catherine a hand,” Phinn reminded. “Plus, it’s not like you can back up that—Oh, okay.”

The teen corrected his statement after Hazel picked up a sinister-looking dagger off a nearby chair. Besides being jagged and rough-looking, the blade also had a silver hilt with a gemstone in the center.

"Uh, that dagger clashes with the slutty Cleopatra vibe you got going on," Phinn pointed out until another thought hit him. "Hold on, wait a second! Your whole slutty Cleopatra vibe doesn't match the deadly jungle princess role. C'mon, Zarana, you need to be historically accurate. This isn't one of your music videos."

“Enough!” Hazel roared, menacingly gripping the dagger. “Your trickster ways will not work on Zarana! You will be sacrificed without the ritual seed discharge.”

"Okay, you don't want to do this…Alright, I guess you do," Phinn corrected after Hazel kicked several chairs out of her way. Raising his voice, he lifted his head as far as he could. "Anybody out in the woods, waiting for a sign, this is it! I need assistance!"

Hazel climbed onto the end of the table near Phinn's feet. Once on top, she slowly slithered forward. Despite the impressive amount of cleavage showing, if not an occasional nip slip, Phinn rightfully focused his attention on the dagger in her right hand.

"Hazel, Zarana, you don't want to don't want to do this. Think of PLW; think of Pretty Little Witches. Remember them? Remember your group," Phinn rattled off, seeking anything to get through to the usually friendly and kind young woman.

Increasingly frantic, the teen detective even attempted to hum the lyrics to the appropriately titled song of hers, “Entrance.” However, he dropped the idea, switching over to a terrible rendition of “Your Girlfriend Doesn’t Matter.” Phinn gave up on that song far quicker before attempting another cry for help.

“Leighton! I’m running out of time here. I need help now!”

Almost simultaneously, as he finished his plea, Hazel straddled his groin. With her weight settled, she lifted the dagger in front of her face to study it. After a few seconds, she gripped the hilt with both hands to raise it directly into the air above them.

Oh, shit! Phinn exclaimed, mentally kicking over the file cabinets in his head.

Somehow, someway, his subconscious kicked in, bringing a word to his lips.

“Oriri!”

The Latin word that Phinn heard Flamand say in the barn, moments after they heard Jake and Troy fighting, seemed to resonate with Hazel. Momentarily, she paused before shaking it off to raise the dagger again.

Out of any other options, Phinn started spewing any Latin words he could recall hearing in his lifetime, even if he didn’t have a clue to their meaning.

“Excito, amor, seducere, occidere, carnifex,” Phinn yelled, continuing further until he noticed Hazel blink several times.

“Oof!” the singer sounded as she got tackled from behind.

Phinn didn’t need to see the copper-colored hair to know Leighton had finally arrived. Who else would be out in the forest at this time of night?

“Oww! What the…What am I wear–” Hazel’s screech ended as Leighton’s foot connected with her face, knocking the singer out this time.

“About fucking time you got here!” Phinn complained, watching as Leighton picked up the dagger and approached him. “Wait, don’t cut the ropes! We can use them. Untie me instead.”

“Whoa! I’m not into kinky shit, Farris,” Leighton declared, leaving Phinn sputtering until he caught the grin on her face.

“If I weren’t tied up right now or nearly killed, I’d call you bitch for that, Ledford.”

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Jake knew what heaven felt like. He must, he told himself. What else could bring such a wonder-filled expression to his face and feeling to his soul? How else could one describe the pleasure and person that the longtime fan currently experienced? Well, the athletic teen also burned with lust, so maybe he was heading to hell or at least some form of limbo.

Above him, Adora, with her head hanging forward and hair falling over her face, worked herself up and down on the teen’s shaft. It had taken the petite blonde several attempts to fully take all of Jake’s cock inside her. Still, she eventually managed to accommodate all of him inside her surprisingly tight pussy.

Absolutely adoring his crush at the moment, Jake cinched his hands around her slender waist, relishing the feel of her riding him cowgirl-style. Adora seemed relentless, never stopping as she rocked back and forth, faster and harder, pushing and pulling his big cock with rapid ****. In fact, she hardly seemed to need his help. If anything, Jake might be able just to lie there and take it, based on her seemingly choreographed movements.

Instead, Jake made sure to be an active participant and an equally observant admirer. Over the past ten minutes, he had occasionally become mesmerized by Adora's jiggling and bouncing D-cups, then snapped awake to express his appreciation with his hands.

“Ride my dick!" Jake bellowed, seeking to correct the one aspect missing from their sexual bout. Adora fucked silently, which crept into the young man’s mind despite how great everything else seemed to be. He’d already commented multiple times about her tits and her tightness.

Rather than reply, Adora slammed herself up and down, causing a slick slapping sound as their flesh collided. The dirty blonde also didn’t seem to mind leaving marks or drawing blood from Jake’s skin as she clawed his back and shoulders with her nails.

Everything about this sexual experience felt so insane, so unexpected, so unbelievable, so wrong, and yet so fucking hot. Jake could barely believe it himself. Still, he didn’t pinch himself, as he dreaded waking up from such a blissful dream. Not only did he get to fuck Adora freaking Rose, aka Dream Lass, but her jealous boyfriend wasn’t that far away inside the main house. Although not a proponent of cheating, the thrilled teen wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, or more precisely, this gorgeous woman riding him like he was a horse.

After watching Adora erupt three times already with orgasms, Jake sensed another one coming soon. Unfortunately, that’s all he sensed.

“You!”

Jake’s blood turned cold as he heard a familiar shout. Swinging his head to the right, the teen’s heart skipped a beat upon spotting Troy standing inside the loft’s doorway. The crazed, murderous look on his face outdid the one from several nights ago.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Jake declared automatically.

“You’re dead! I’m going to kill you!” Troy bellowed, practically beating his chest before launching forward.

Crazily enough, Adora never stopped riding her forbidden lover. Either she somehow seemed oblivious, or she got off on fucking another man in front of her boyfriend. Whatever the reason, Jake couldn't pry her off him in time. So he did the next best thing by reaching for whatever object he could grab.

Yanking the lamp out of the wall socket, Jake whipped it like a football at Troy.

Bullseye. A perfect hit, as it slammed into Troy’s face, sending him to the floor with a loud thud.

“Holy shit,” the non-quarterback hissed, impressed with his throw.

However, he knew the furious boyfriend wouldn’t be down for long. Scrambling out of bed with Adora still impaled on his rod, Jake struggled to maintain his balance. Moving toward the door, the linebacker added a kick to Troy to keep him down longer.

A second attempt to dislodge himself from Adora failed, as the dirty blonde responded instead by shoving her tongue down his throat. Wobbling backward from the **** of her kiss, Jake’s back hit the wall, allowing him to steady them. Still, the stunned sleuth sensed Troy getting to his knees, even if he couldn’t see him.

Choosing between fight or flee wasn't an option, with the actress still wrapped around his torso. So Jake fled down the rickety stairs. The creaks now sounded like groans, leading the stocky tight end to worry about the stairs collapsing under their combined weight.

Fortunately, the stairs held, and Adora dislodged from his shrinking member by the time they reached the ground floor. Unwrapping her legs from around him, Jake placed the dirty blonde on the floor. However, she immediately attempted to latch onto his lips again.

“Stop! Troy is here. What’s wrong with you?”

Turning to check on her boyfriend, Jake barely had time to brace his body before Troy did the unthinkable by launching himself off the stairs from about halfway up. The flying tackle sent both men to the ground. There, they wrestled for several minutes, with neither getting the upper hand.

During their battle, Jake began to worry about his uncovered dick. Little Jake was out in the open and in danger. That proved to be a solid concern after the brawny detective threw Troy off him and into one of the barn’s walls. Unfortunately, the furious boyfriend hit the slasher killer’s wall of goodies.

"Fuck me," Jake moaned, watching Troy pick up a machete. "Hey, now. That's totally unnecessary. I know you caught me fucking your girl–"

“Die!” Troy swung the machete where Jake’s head had been only two seconds earlier.

Dropping and rolling, the football player hit a storage bin near the wall. Reacting as fast as he could, he grabbed anything he could to defend himself. Too bad he grabbed a broom rather than a weapon.

Still, the broom blocked Troy’s next slash.

Yet another problem popped up. Adora attempted to kiss the teen again. Jake pushed her away as gently as he could while jumping away from Troy’s next attack. Now, he had to worry about the crazed boyfriend accidentally harming his girlfriend, even though they hardly seemed to pay attention to one another.

For three additional rounds, Jake pushed Adora away before parrying Troy’s machete slashes. And the junior investigator’s luck began to wear out again as the hacks left the broom ready to crack, which it did on the next attack.

Jake turned to run in search of another weapon before ducking as one swung past his head to clock Troy across the face. Panting, the relieved detective flashed Paisley a thumbs up before she whipped the hoe through the air again, smacking the murderous boyfriend upside the head to knock him out.

Winded after a wild night of sex and a round of brawling, Jake braced his hand on the workshop while catching his breath. However, Adora still wouldn’t give up. Dropping to her knees in front of the sleuth, she quickly took him back inside her mouth.

“Eww! Stop that, Jake!” the ice queen squealed.

"I've tried. I can't stop her. You try something," Jake suggested, too tired to deal with it. But Paisley lifting the hoe again caused him to wave her off. "Not that way! I want to keep Little Jake!"

“Well, what should I do?”

“Think of something,” Jake spat back, earning a hostile response. “Look, grab a bucket of water or a hose. Maybe she just needs to be cooled down.”

“That’s such a stupid idea,” Paisley mocked, but she left the barn in search of water.

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