"I didn't have a fucking clue," Boner said admiringly. "You're one sneaky prick. I mean that in a good way. If you hadn't done that, we'd all be fucked right now." He laced his hands behind his head and leaned against the box like he was on holiday somewhere.
"We would have fought them off," Jules argued.
"Of course we would," I said with not a whole lot of confidence. Boner was right, if it wasn't for Archer…
I didn't want to think about it. The important thing was it was Solomon in the box, watching the acid fall, his eyes wide.
"It's going to take hours for that to rise high enough," I said. If he didn't bleed out first, which was likely given the way the blood pumped out of his body.
"I don't know about anyone else, but I could use a beer." I pushed myself to my feet and headed into the kitchen, the three of them behind me.
CHAPTER 24
HARLOW
"He's got to be close," Boner whispered, not wanting to wake the others who were asleep on Archer's couches. Passed out after pizza and beer.
"Shall we go and see?" He offered me his hand. Along with a cheeky smile.
I let him pull me to my feet and lead me to the bathroom.
Solomon leaned against the side of the box, eyes half open. Judging by the moisture on his cheeks, he'd been crying. Agony and terror would do that to anyone.
I imagined my sister, Lottie, looked like that before she died. She was innocent. This man was anything but.
"He's a tough old bastard," Boner said, tapping on the side of the box beside his head.
"Good," I said. "I don't like it when they go too quickly."
"You like it nice and slow, hmmm, love?" He stepped over to me and bracketed my hips with his hands.
"I don't like to rush." I smiled up at him. "Most of the time." We had rushed in the beginning of our first night together, both eager to let off steam. Since then, we took our time.
"You're worth taking my time with." He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue around my lips before slipping it into mymouth. "I have a confession to make." He delved into my mouth a couple of times like he was fucking me there.
"Only one?" I teased.
He laughed softly. "You caught me. Only one right now. I've been imagining fucking you on top of this box with someone like him inside it."
"You want to give him a show?" I cocked my head at Boner.
He frowned and pondered that for a moment. "No," he said finally. "I want to show him who has the power here. We do. Life. Death. Orgasms. All he can do is scrunch himself up in there and wait to die. We can demonstrate to him that long after he's gone, we'll be living our best lives. What's a better way to live than to fuck?"
"That's twisted as fuck," I said. "I love it."
"I love you." He pressed the tip of his nose to mine and squeezed my ass.
"I love you too." I slipped my hands under his shirt and worked them up across his firm abs. He wasn't as big as Jules, but he was fit. Strong.
Boner laughed softly. "Did you hear that, motherfucker? Harlow St. James loves me. You know why? Because I'm not an abusive piece of shit that gets off on destroying people's lives. I'm a violent piece of shit that gets off on destroying the lives of pricks like you. I live to watch you take your last breath. I get off on it." He smiled and nodded.
Solomon glared out at him, but there was a small measure of begging in his eyes. He was past hoping he'd get out of here. Now he was asking Boner to finish him more quickly. To end his suffering.
Good luck with that, asshole.
Boner grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head, carefully placing it aside so it didn't obscure Solomon's view of us.
"Wouldn't want him to miss anything." He unhooked my bra and placed it aside with just as much care.
