I smile, fully wrapped in the euphoria of the coke. I know it’s elevating my mood but fuck that, I’m correct. “Find out where they are, first. Find out where he came from.”
“Recently, we are sure they’ve resided with the computer repair individual, Rasmus. He likes to think he’s a hacker, but IT has intercepted some queries from him. Van Kerr tells me he’s looser than a goose on laxatives, to put it mildly. I’ll get those queries sent to you. Audio suggests he may have a phonebelonging to the frankenstruct also. He’s trying to crack that open.”
“A phone? That would help us pinpoint his origins.”
He curves us into the car park, brakes to a stop. Most of the other patrons have left. Just my Porsche, Cannon’s car, and three others remain.
“Get that phone for me.” I haul myself out of the cart. “Priority one, you know.”
There’s a pause where I imagine Cannon is sighing internally. The poor schmuck. “Yes, sir. Anything else?”
“Don’t fail. And shut up with the advice about not engaging with him.”
“Sir, I feel I owe my loyalty to you. One of the investors requested I report anything you do to them, directly, if it seems to be skirting the law.”
Jesus.That’s getting invasive. “Skirting the law?Ha.If they only knew. Your loyalty is important to me, Cannon. Don’t tell those fuckers anything unless I authorize it. Get that damn phone.”
He nods and remains silent while I stroll to my Porsche.
A serial killer is inside that dude? The things I could do with that information, if that man could be proved to possess his brain. The things such a frankenstruct might do for me, if I coerced him with some extra reprogramming. Tonight, a bottle of champagne is in order. Two bottles, and some girls at the institute. I can work late.
Maybe I’ll go down to the cryo bank and jack off to the one female kept down there while I dream of turning her into a fuckenstruct. I unlock the Porsche, slip inside, start up my baby.
“Listen to that engine purr. Fuckenstruct?” Now I’m coining fancy terminology. What was her name?
34
KISSING CARS
“Esau says he’s twenty minutes out, and that Rasmus has found something we can check out, but it’s iffy. Quoting Esau there!” Kail yells from behind me. The crackle of his boots slipping on the dirt of the road says he’s heading over.
Acknowledging that I heard, I raise my arm. “’Kay! I’m just saying goodbye to Phyllis!” I bend over my Chevy to kiss her hood. It’s a warm day, so I’ve gone with a short dress. Every so often, a flighty breeze makes me regret my choice.
“Who?”
“My car! The poor thing has barely seen anything of me for days. Esau had better take care of you, baby.” I lay my cheek on her, then give my pink metal girl a reverent kiss.
“Damn, you never say that to me,” Kail growls as he arrives. He puts his hands around my waist, nudging the backs of my legs with his. At the side of my dress, he raises the lower edge then slowly runs his fingertips down my bare skin.
My eyelids flutter closed. “Mmm.”
With Kail murmuring over how sweet my ass looks underthe skirt, choosing leggings would’ve been folly. When I try to rise, he presses on the middle of my back to keep me bent over.
“Stay where you are. I need to do…this.” He sneaks his fingers under the crotch of my panties, sliding them forward and along my already wet slit to part my lips. He toys with my entrance hole, circling it, teasing me, dipping in, out, circling, again…again, until he has me softly moaning.
The sounds are intimate—of my breathing and his, the rustle of clothes, the squeak of my thighs dragging over the hood.
One ear is pushed against the car, and I’m shadowed by his body.
Esau.Again, I try to rise. “I hope Esau doesn’t?—”
Kail worms two fingers into my pussy. I gasp and my walls clench.
“Stay,” he grates out, sounding on the edge. “Move and I’ll stake you out, here, on the ground, and fuck you for him to watch.”
God.That plays out in my head. A porno with me as the centerpiece. Why is that hot? I give in and flatten myself to the metal. He slaps my ass.
I may have drooled on my car. My pussy again clamps onto his fingers, and he chuckles.