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“Go.”

We hear three softthoots, and two of the guys immediately fall where they stand. The third moved at the last minute, was only grazed, and is still on his feet. I raise my firearm and shoot him in the head.

“They’re all down and staying down,” I report.

“Tremaine still in place?”

Rafi answers, “Yep. He’s brushing his teeth.”

“All right, Anders, you’re up,”

I grin and quietly let myself in.

Rafi provides another oral hygiene update. “Dude is taking his dental health very seriously. He’s moved on to flossing.”

“You’re supposed to floss first,” I whisper.

“Focus, gentlemen,” DB repeats with an edge to his voice.

Fine, but this discussion is not over.

He’s still gargling when I put the gun to his head and stare at him in the mirror over his shoulder.

“Hey there!”

He chokes on his mouthwash, getting a fair amount of it on the mirror. “W-w-hat the fuck?”

“Actually, it’s more likewhothe fuck. I’m Anders by the way. Your assholes blew up my childhood home, so I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Hands up, please.”

He cooperates immediately, mute. This bodes well for my beach time later.

“Now, I’ve got a series of questions for you…”

* * *

Omar

A few hours later, Anders sits in the beach chair next to me in a pair of tight turquoise boy shorts, looking rather chipper. I hand him a white Styrofoam box.

“You got me more ribs? Awww, you’re the best boyfriendever!”

And a small shaker of salt.

“Andthe pink salt? Someone is aiming for a rimming tonight, I can tell.”

“Ah, jeez,” Everett says while Rafi claps his hands.

Anders leans forward and looks on the other side of me. He grimaces. “Oh, shit. Didn’t see y’all there. My bad.”

It’s been a while since he’s mentioned rimming and other sexual acts in the presence of others, which I consider a win. And hey, this time he didn’t have the comms on, so,bonus.

“Did you get the information you needed?” I ask, sneaking a rib from the go-box.

“Oh, yeah. He folded like a bad hand, and Thane helped me get the rest of the bodies onto his boat.”

“It’ll be a shame about that fire,” I say with a mouth full of deliciousness.

“True. Oahu will have lost a great lifestyle guru.”