It had been over three hours since Duncan and Keelay awoke to find themselves handcuffed together and locked inside a little room. They continued to search every inch of the room for some way out or for something they could use as a tool to open the door. Neither seemed in a hurry to open the cuffs that connected them together. Despite his fear that he would turn when the moon rose that night, they both were happy enough being stuck together. It did give them a chance to talk, get to know each other and find out they had a lot in common. Neither liked romance films. Neither liked pesto and both loved nature and animals.
Duncan watched Keelay as she fidgeted with the slim silver charm bracelet around her left wrist. She was unbelievably beautiful. Hair the colour of midnight falling down to her waist in a waterfall of light curls. Eyes the colour of moss sprinkled with a hint of chocolate. Lips as full and delicious as strawberries....Jeesh, thought Duncan, when the hell did I get so bloody romantic and soppy! Turning away, he tried not to notice her. Instead he focused on his surroundings. The room could definitely use a makeover. Though it didn't surprise him, really.
The night before, Duncan had allowed his brothers to drag him to a house party. He had been studying for midterms and was close to turning into a 'pansy-ass geek' according to his three older brothers, James, William and Liam. So as any good brothers will do, they dragged him forcefully from his room, threw him in the boot of James' Honda and drove him a few blocks from the party. Simple. They even had a change of clothes for him that fit the occasion.
While he wasn't adverse to partying, he wasn't a party animal. Shockingly, he could survive without downing a keg every weekend, unlike his brother Robert (commonly referred to as Bobby) who was trying hard to make partying a job career. Duncan however wanted to be a vet, so studying was very important. Anyway, having let them literally drag him to this party, Duncan had decided to at least have some fun and like those he partied with, he drank and danced and laughed and had a great time. Though his memories of the night before were a little unclear, but he thought he should be able to remember attaching himself, or being attached to, a gorgeous hottie like Keelay.
Thinking this, his attention automatically flew to her and his eyes locked on her petite form. "She was lying on the bed beside him seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts like him but she had stopped playing with her charm braclet. Her long tanned legs were stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. She had taken her little black shoes off and having never thought of feet as sexy before, Duncan had an urge to rub and touch and suck on her dainty little feet.
Shaking his head, he gave in and allowed his eyes to wander over her. Her denim skirt was sinfully short and barely covered her pussy mound. Mmm He could remember the feel of that wet, lace-covered pussy rubbing against him. Her waist was tiny and he could easily wrap both hands around it. She was so petite with the exception of her breasts. They were...something else. She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard little nipples could be seen through her beige tank-top. Her beautiful 34D's stood perky and proud and tempted him more than was wise. It was also obvious to him that she was an athlete, though of what he couldn't tell. Her body was toned and firm and he remembered her skin was soft and peach-like.
His eyes continued to trail up her body and landed on her face. Their eyes met and he fell into hers. She had watched him, as he had watched her. He took a deep breath and prepared to apologise, but his breathe got caught in his throat. She was aroused. Her panties were creaming as he stared at her. It was the sweetest, most delicious scent he had ever caught and he growled low in his throat as he leaned toward her.
