His silhouette flickered into the abyss before a blurry image of tire tracks flashed into view. Then a set of keys floated in front of me, a light shining down on them from above.
Where was Dash’s van?
I reached out a hand, trying to grab at the keys while still feeling like I couldn’t breathe. I was dying. I was sure of it. Sinking into the dark depths. I couldn’t escape…
“No!” I jolted awake, flinging up on the couch like a zombie. Que grumbled beside me, and I rubbed my eyes, looking at the rest of the guys spread out around us. Safe and sated. Nickie was tangled on the floor with the twins and Dane. All of them naked and covered in come.
I sighed and shook my head, my eyes catching on my reflection in one of the old lady’s photos on the wall.
“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?” I mumbled to myself, unlinking my body from Que’s and kissing him softly.
He looked peaceful. Hell, the fucker looked downright happy. Could I ever give him that? Maybe he was right and I needed to lay off the little shit and enjoy this for what it was.
Home.
The cuckoo clock on the back wall scared me half to death when it busted out and dropped a decrepit-looking bird out of the wooden block, before breaking altogether on the midnight position.
“Merry Christmas, you filthy animals,” I mumbled to the sleeping forms on the ground. Then my glare landed on Nickie. “And to you too, fuckwit.”
Que stirred again, opening his eyes and staring at me inhis cute, heavy-blinking state. “Why are you awake? Need me to blow you to bed?”
I snorted, patting his head and laying him back down on his makeshift pillow. “Nah, get some sleep. I gotta take a piss.”
Que smiled and yawned. Then he reached out a hand, tapped my dick, and blew it a kiss. “Okey-dokey, dick so chokey.”
He rolled over, and I got to my feet quickly before I was tempted to stay and watch the dumbass sleep and mumble stupid shit under his breath.
I stepped over the many limbs on the ground, my feet pausing when they got to Nickie. I glanced towards the hallway where the bathroom light was creeping around the corner and back down to her sleeping form.
You thirsty, shithead?
I pulled my dick out of my underwear and crouched down on my knees, quietly gripping Nickie’s face in my hands, propping her head up and pressing her lips against my crown.
“Open wide,” I grunted. “I’m giving you a sour taste of your own medicine.”
Even asleep, this dumb broad knew how to suck cock. Muscle memory or some warped version of it, I guess. I felt the heat rise in my nuts, enjoying the way her silent tongue worked me over. I wasn’t going to give her my come, though. Not this time. She’d had enough of it all over her already.
“Swallow, Nickie. Every drop,” I warned before pissing down her throat. She choked a little before sucking it down in thick, greedy pulls like the come slut that she was.
As soon as my bladder was empty, I set her head backdown and started to stand until the puddle of piss on the floor caught my attention. Whatever Nickie hadn’t managed to swallow caught in a seam of the floorboards, running down and accumulating in one spot.
I followed the stream, kneeling by the pool where the urine had collected and started dripping through the cracks with a softpfftnoise. I crept closer and noticed the board appeared slightly higher than the rest of them, and with a soft jiggle, it lifted.
My pulse spiked when I peered inside and realized what I was looking at. A plastic bag covered in blood. My body was vibrating, all my past training screaming at me not to touch this, reminding me about the DNA, cross contamination, and so many other protocols that had my head spinning.
But I didn’t work forthemanymore. They’d all turned their backs on me. I was on the other side of those bars now.
“Fuck it,” I growled, sticking my hand into the hole and snatching the bag from beneath the floorboard. “What the fuck is your crazy ass hiding?”
I peeled back the two sides of the plastic, peering over a shoulder with the noise it made, then back down at what was rolled up inside.
Keys. A set of car keys.
I quickly shoved them into the dick pouch of my underwear and set the bag back into the hole before clicking the board in place. Then I jumped to my feet and rushed over to the couch. Tapping the cushion with a knee.
“Get up, Quentin. We need to leave. Now.”
Que stirred again, instinctively grabbing my dick and trying to give it a tug.
