He didn’t really want you, he reminded himself as he forced another deep penetration into Dedrus.
Dedrus screamed out, but didn’t shift his gaze.
Stop looking at me like that!
Kinzer plowed him a few more times, hoping to force him to look elsewhere.
Dedrus cried out louder, but his eyes stayed fixed on him. That was it. He couldn’t handle it. Kinzer pulled his cock out and lowered Dedrus to the floor.
“What is it?” Dedrus’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead.
“Nothing. I just can’t do this.” Kinzer stumbled through the curtain. He grabbed a towel off a metal rack and dashed through the door.
“Kinzer, I—”
“Where’d she go?”
A black Bible, surely the motel’s, poked out from the folds of Maggie’s sheets.
“Holy shit,” Dedrus said.
Kinzer’s jeans lay on the other bed, but he knew he had left them on the floor.
He snatched them off the comforter and rifled through the pockets. “Bitch took my wallet.” He pressed his fingers against his water-glazed hip and tossed Dedrus an exhausted glare. “Better start looking.”
It didn’t take long to find her.
Shops were clustered together on the other side of the street. The only one open was a bar. Through the glass windows, Kinzer could see the back of Maggie’s flower print dress as he and Dedrus walked side by side through the parking lot.
“Let’s just hog-tie the bitch,” Dedrus grumbled. Strands of wet hair stuck to his face. Patches of water were scattered across his shirt.
Kinzer put his hand out, halting him. “Hey, just head back to the room. I got this.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He kissed Dedrus. Dedrus’s fingertips caressed his shoulder, then he turned around and headed back to the motel. Kinzer approached the glass door to the bar and stepped inside.
A haze of smoke filled the air. Three men in denim and flannel lounged in a corner booth. In front of a bar on the opposite wall, Maggie twisted back and forth, the flower print across her ass stroking against a black stool. She sipped from a glass and gazed longingly at the Miller Light bottle a guy in a baseball cap tossed back a few stools to her side.
Seriously?
Kinzer approached Maggie’s stool. “Where the fuck did you think you were going?”
“Give me a break. I wasn’t running.”
Ice clinked against the glass of clear fluid that trembled in her grip.
Kinzer snatched it.
“Hey, hey!”
He ran his nose across the rim.
“It’s Sprite, dumbass.”
“This guy bothering you?” A bartender in a tank top set his palms on the counter. Freckles dotted his face. A red beard fell to just below his shirt collar. He leaned forward, pressing down to demonstrate his muscular physique.
