“'Kay, how about an EMT? Or a murse!” I continued with my probing as soon as Mr. Handsy was done with his.
“A murse?”
I flipped back around, dragging my blood-covered ass onto Granny’s sofa without much thought. It wasn’t like she could yell at me now. “A male nurse,” I clarified. “A murse.”
“A male nurse is just called a nurse.” Dash pushed up on the coffee table and rose to his full height. Then he tipped his head to one side to look at me, like I was stupid. I wasn’t stupid. I was just… spirited. That’s what all the doctors in the white coats used to say.
The girl is spirited.It didn’t hurt that I’d suck their cocks as soon as the exam room doors closed. That was smart, if you asked me. Keeping all the doctors in your pocket so they didn’t tell your daddy you were crazy.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “So you’re a male nurse, then?”
Dash paused to look at someone standing behind me before answering. “I worked in a prison hospital. Decided it wasn’t for me.”
One of the twins walked over and slapped Dash upside the back of the head.
“Ow, what?” he grunted. “She isn’t gonna say anything to anyone.”
I shimmied up higher on the sofa, tucking my legs to my chest and covering my knees with Granny’s apron. I always did love a good story time. “So?” I urged him.
“So what?” Dash asked me.
“Why wasn’t it for you?”
He lifted a nonchalant shoulder, his eyes scanning the room, then quickly dropping to his shoeless feet. “Didn’t think everyone who was there belonged there is all…”
CHAPTER 23
RUDY
It didn’t take long before Que’s toned ass was jogging in front of me. And all I wanted now was to slam him against the tree and fuck him again…
No, Rudolph. Move your ass and get to the meat before it spoils out in the sun.
Que looked over a shoulder and smirked at me, and then another snow ball was tossed in my direction.
“Hey, what the fuck?” I ducked my head to avoid the next barrage of ice bullets. “Unless you want those balls shoved up your ass, cut the shit.”
Que giggled, jogging backwards and doing a mass toss of the last pile he had left in his arms.
“Agh, you fucker! Fine, you asked for it.” I didn’t give him a chance to dodge. I made for a right while lunging left, rushing forward and slamming into him on the ground. He grunted and laughed harder while I huffed into his face.
“Don’t be too mad, Rue-Rue. If I recall correctly,throwing shit at you happened to be the best decision of my life.”
I bristled for a moment. That memory in the prison’s kitchen flashing back to me like slides on a projector screen. The kiss. The first time I let myself feel something that wasn’t anger and resentment over fucking Holly. I didn’t know what my life would have looked like if I hadn’t pulled the trigger. But now, staring down at Que’s beautiful blue eyes and carefree smile made me realize…
I’d do it again. Just to be here. With him.
“Close your eyes, Quentin,” I whispered, leaning down and grazing his lips with mine.
His breath caught in his throat and he obeyed, albeit slowly, his mouth slightly parted, waiting for me to recreate that memory.
I did kiss him, deep and with my whole fucking soul, but when he started grinding on my dick, making me forget our reason for being out here, I gripped a handful of slush in my hand and smashed it into Que’s beautifully smug face.
He didn’t move, just stared up at the sky, and blinked. Then I rolled off him in a fit of laughter I couldn’t contain. I laughed so hard and for so long that chill penetrating my clothes hit my balls and I hissed at the icy burn.
“C’mon, Thump. I’ll fill your fucking hole later. We need to get back before dark,” I finally said, the laughter bubbling to the surface all over again when he pushed himself up and glared at me.
“Funny. That’s not how I remember that night going,” he grumbled as I yanked him to his feet and we kept trudging towards the lake with the sled in tow.
