“What the fuck!” Rudy barked, all but throwing me off when he was done exploding the top off his dick, his not so teeny-weeny sperm bubbles dripping their way down my thighs.
CHAPTER 13
QUE
Rudy shot me one of his notoriousmelt a hole through your foreheadglares before stomping out of the old lady’s knitting room with a sheet wrapped around his waist—his jumpsuit had made it to the floor along with his underwear at some point. I heard the bathroom door slam and then the running of water.
Normally I’d join him. But lukewarm showers weren’t my thing any more than being the target of his moods wereafterhe’d already busted a nut.
I looked over to Nickie who was twirling around the room again, Rudy’s come dripping down her legs like a victory flag.
Victory puddle? Was that a thing?She sure as shit made it look like a thing.
The big guy was right. There was something wrong with that girl but not in the way he was suggesting. She wasn’t dangerous—I didn’t think. Just off her rocker, in theshe had a few of the screws in her head fucked looseway. And I didn’t mindknocking around a few more.
We had time to kill, seeing as that storm wasn’t letting up. I just hoped Prat appeared soon, or Rudy was going out there, blizzard or not.
Nickie started humming to herself, and my eyes bounced from her tits to my cock, which was already at half-mast again. I coaxed her forward with a twitch of my finger, and she got on her knees and crawled towards me. Stopping when she was positioned between my thighs.
Rudy didn’t call me Thumper for no reason. I fucked like a rabbit, and deep down, he loved that about me. Our new friend here didn’t seem to mind it either.
I wrapped a hand around a fistful of red hair and yanked her head back so that I was staring into a pair of emerald-green eyes. Eyes that twinkled like a string of Christmas lights as she smiled up at me while I slowly lowered her face closer to my cock.
She’d just closed her dick-swollen lips around the top when the hallway light flickered. A second later, the entire cabin went dark. Then a loud banging sound, followed by a barrage of Rudy-laden curses came from the direction of the bathroom.
Nickie jumped up off the floor and ran towards the chaos, bare-assed and unbothered, as I tugged on a pair of underwear I thought were mine and rushed after her.
“Hold up, Red Racer!”
By the time I caught up to her, she was standing in the bathroom while Rudy laid cock-up in the bottom of her Granny’s clawfoot tub. I could just make out the shape of him with the moonlight reflecting off the snow piled high next to the tiny window. One foot tangled in a broken shower curtain and the other suspended in the air like one of those oldI’ve fallen and can’t get upcommercials.
I extended an arm, and he grabbed on to my elbow while I helped tug him to his feet. “Think we lost power.” I grinned.
“You don’t say,” he grunted back.
“Hey, Soda Pop, you don’t have a fiancée, do ya?” Nickie asked as Rudy shoved pastmeto get as far away fromheras the confined space would let him.
“Not anymore, I don’t…” he grumbled.
I slung an arm around her shoulder and lowered my mouth to her ear. “Pretty sure you made the big guy’s naughty list this year, babe.”
“I never was good at, well, being good.” She shrugged.
I guided Nickie out to the living room, where Rudy seemed to be doing a head count. Nine warm bodies, with a crazy ginger in our ranks instead of Prat.
“We need candles, flashlights, batteries, an inventory of what food we have on hand—perishable versus nonperishable—and more kindling for the fireplace as soon as first light hits.”
This was where our fearless leader thrived. Throw a natural disaster at the guy and he was on top of his game. Lock him in a room with someone of the female persuasion and not so much.
“Nickie,” Rudy barked. Neither one of us had been paying attention as her fingers were dipping into my underwear while the hand I had draped around her shoulders was twisting one of her nipples. “Candles, flashlights, batteries—now.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” She jumped to attention, chest out and all, before pivoting on a heel and disappearing down a set of stairs off the kitchen. I could hear skipping down thesteps. I could also hear her trip and crash into a pile of boxes.
“Go with her.” Rudy cocked his head in my direction.
“Creepy-ass basements are more of a Blitz thing.” I pointed across the room. Blitz’s shadow looked to me and shook its head. “Twins?” I tried again and got a…
“No.” And a… “Fuck no.”
