“Will you two dumbasses stop fucking around and get your asses up here,” Rudy called down the stairs.
“We’re coming!” I called back with a giggle.
Well, I was coming.My new friend here still couldn’t get it up.
I grabbed on to his limp biscuit anyway, stroking it through the fabric of his pants, and a few more back-and-forth motions and twists of my hips had a familiar warmth flooding my belly and pouring over into Vix’s mouth. He swallowed it all down like a good boy. He had to or he’d drown.
I gave his cheek a little pat as a reward before jumping to my feet and leaving him tied up on the floor, remembering to snatch the flashlight and the extra box of Christmas decorations.
Granny didn’t decorate so much anymore. But that was before we had a whole house full of guests to entertain.
CHAPTER 15
RUDY
The crazy bitch that is Nickie Unknown-Last-Name ran past me in a blur with a big-ass box in her hands as I made my way down the steps.
I knew these morons weren’t going to get anything done.Why was I the only one with any brain cells left?
Vix was on the ground, struggling with what looked to be a tangle of Christmas lights. He’d gotten his foot caught near his hands while trying to push them off.
I leaned against the wall, watching him grunt and struggle with his dick half flopped out of his pants and softer than a noodle.
“Better watch out, Vix. Getting tangled up with our little Saint Nickie is a bad idea.”
Vix looked up at me and grunted, clearly unable to free himself from the contorted pose I wasn’t certain he could do if he were sober.
“Can you yell at meaftergetting these damn things off me, oh mighty overlord?”
I snorted but leaned down to work the lights off hisbody. When he got to his feet, he grumbled and skulked back up the stairs without so much as athank you.
This chick would be the death of us…
Of course, Nickie and Vix didn’t bother grabbing anything I actually fucking asked for so I was now going to have to do it myself. And seeing as this wasn’t my cabin, I didn’t even know where to start, much less in the damn dark with piles of junk stacked up in every corner. I could hear Nickie giggling with the morons upstairs as I tried navigating the small space with only the help of the moonlight streaming in from the single window.
“Ow! Fucking perfect,” I said, bashing my head against a shelf too low for my stature. I was used to smacking into ceiling fans and doorframes—it came with being tall—but not at full speed, for lack of a better word. “Nickie!” I hollered, holding my throbbing temple and tucking my dick aside to keep it away from the rabid sex demon.
I really needed to find my briefs…
Didn’t her cunt hurt yet? I felt my dick tear her open. Maybe the chick was a masochist. No wonder the boys loved her.
A few minutes later, Nickie hopped down the stairs like a damn child, the wall illuminated by the flashlight in her hand.
“Why didn’t you grab anything I asked for?”
The little shit shined the light in my face, blinding me. “I did! See?”
I rolled my eyes before flicking towards the aftermath of Christmas lights Vix had left on the floor.
“Jealous I didn’t tie you up too?” Nickie’s green eyes shined with mischief, and I swear I could see some hidden gleam of evil in their depths.
“Fuck no. Try that shit on me and I’ll wrap it around your throat.”
Nickie giggled and twirled around before shining the damn flashlight right in my face again. “Oh, kinky, I like it!”
I quirked a brow, then shook my head, bringing a hand to my forehead to block the beam. “Stop blinding me, or I’ll take it away.”
Nickie pouted, adjusting the light and giving me a mock salute. “Yes, Daddy.”
