Despite my irritation, I could feel myself hardening beneath him, my cock ready to give his ass a proper punishment for pissing me off.
“Get off me. We have shit to do.”
Que groaned in protest, grinding his thickening cock against mine while rocking his ass back and forth. “Or… we could fuck on her decrepit-looking floor and let the rest of the guys keep her occupied?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
Que grumbled and rolled off me. “Fine. But don’t go poking me in the middle of the night when you want your dick in my ass.”
I laughed, knowing damn well he wouldn’t withhold shit from me and he knew it too. But just to prove a point, I stood up and slammed him into the wall beside a picture frame of the horny redhead and her old-ass grandma.Watching the shock in Que’s eyes as I dragged my lips against his pissed-off ramblings and ground my knee over his cock.
“Keep telling yourself that, Thumper,” I hissed into his skin, hearing him moan. “You may just begin to believe it.”
His silence had my own cock throbbing in protest when I pulled away from him and his filthy fucking mouth.
“Now. You can pout in a corner and jerk yourself or you can be a good boy and help me map this place out.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Clearly you’re not going to settle down until we snoop on the poor girl’s life.”
I nodded, already studying the picture on the wall beside his head. It looked off, but I couldn’t tell what was wrong with it through the aged glass. Maybe they got hosed by a bad photo editing job. It’s like when you wanted a beach setting but only had a cheap backdrop in your yard to work with.
“Aw. She’s sitting with her Granny. Well, looks like that checks out, Grumpy-Pants. What’s next?” Que crooned, and I huffed. I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust anyone.
“Whatever. There’s something off about her.”
Que snickered and pinched my ass. “There’s something off about you and that’s what has me fucking addicted, so stop your complaining. Normal people are boring as fuck. 'Least this one can suck dick.”
“Do you ever think with the head on your damn shoulders, asshole?”
I ignored Que’s smart-ass remark—I didn’t have to hear it to know that’s what it would be—and instead went farther down the hallway. My head felt floaty all of a sudden, and I shook it from side to side, trying to clear thefog. All the pent-up anger and frustration must have been starting to get to me.
Happy fucking holidays.
I sighed. Maybe Que was right. Maybe I needed to see this for what it was. This girl, this cabin, could be a change of luck. A gift.
But just like any gift, I wanted to rip it open and see what was hidden inside first.
CHAPTER 9
QUE
Icould hear the twins having fun with Red as I continued to follow Rudy down the hall, picking up the occasional old lady knickknack and picture frame.
Why did old people always have such awful taste in décor? Was it a requirement or something? A starter pack that came with your AARP card?
I flicked a porcelain statue with a tutu while Rudy yanked open a drawer. Guy was convinced something was up with this girl. I was convinced he was just doing what he always did, creating problems where there were none.
It was exactly the reason we spent the last five years behind those bars. Instead of escaping the first chance we got.
I glanced down at the janitor uniform we managed to clip from the old supply closet we found in the basementmore than a year agoand then up at the back of Rudy’s head, enjoying the view of his ass muscles clenching beneath the tight material.
I cocked an eyebrow.Fucker was a hard ass in more ways than one.
The last picture frame on a little table outside what appeared to be a bedroom door—a locked bedroom door, if the way Rue-Rue was tugging on it was anything to go by—was one of those old-timey wedding portraits that looked more doom and gloom than my mugshot. And probably a lot like what the fucker in front of me woulda looked like in his own wedding photos.
Rudy wasn’t the smiling type.
Okay, that was a lie. He did smile. Once. Shortly after Holly said yes to marrying his dumb ass. I even took a photo as proof. Miracles didn’t happen every day. Truth was, there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to see him smile like that again…
