“No one can see this.” He gestured between us but had the courtesy to put his hand on the small of my back and keep me on my feet.
It was like he’d punched me with one of those hams he called a fist. I swayed, my brain not churning up ideas so much as primal needs that all involved sinking my cock into him. The next thing I knew, he grabbed me and urged me forward. He wasn’t telling me I was some disgusting secret, was he? Had I found a guy in the closet who was out at the bar and nowhere else? It wouldn’t be the first time I’d run into a guy like that on a night out, but that would be a complication for my goals, too.
Perhaps that was okay?
Things had gotten too easy lately. I needed a good, solid challenge.
“Take me wherever you want to get fucked.” I leaned up and tried to suck on his earlobe but ended up kissing his neck instead. We stumbled along to the car, me kissing him while he mostly kept us marching forward. So much for being worried about someone seeing us. Perhaps he still was concerned, but like me, he was caught up in the lunacy coiling tight around us.
“You got a place?” He unlocked the car.
How did he get the keys? Oh, right, he’d driven here.
Shit, I really wasn’t putting my best foot forward.
I snatched the keys from him. I never took a mark home.Ever.They never knew the real me and I had to keep it that way. But Moose was hulking and bloody and all the good things in the world. “Yeah, I got a place.”
He hustled around and wedged himself into my car, looking even more ridiculous in the passenger seat than he had behind the steering wheel. He was just so tall and wide. No one had ever made me feel so good so fast. My heart didn’t slow down as I started the engine and took off carefully out of the parking lot of the crazy house he’d brought me to—literally.
In the rearview mirror, the asylum was pretty, which added to the sinister vibe in my opinion. The front of the former medical complex reminded me of a Victorian mansion. Thewalls were constructed of fieldstone and there were angled roofs. A large archway functioned as a portico. Behind the stylized entrance, taller buildings connected with the friendly facade and extended back beyond sight. That’s where the creepy labyrinth of white-tiled hallways existed, along with the fight pit we’d been in.
And damn, Moose could smack a man around.
If I fucked up, he might be able to kill me with his bare hands.
I stifled a moan. That shouldn’t have my cock spilling precum in my boxers, but it did.What the fuck is my problem?
He watched me as I drove, and I was keenly aware of his unwavering attention. The night closed in around us. Cozy and quiet. He flexed his bruised right fist on his thigh.
I grinned at him and winked.
It took me about twenty minutes to reach the bridge I was looking for. I parked the car along the edge of the road, and he gave me an odd look as I opened the door and jumped out. I scrambled down a steep grassy hill to the cement at the base of the bridge. A small creek, no clue what it was called, ran through here and would eventually empty into Lake Ontario. A lightbulb in a cage buzzed in the center of the walkway.
There was about twenty feet of space on the cement under the bridge, and I’d dumped Cardinal Cross here about six months ago. He’d been buddies with an asshole named Dutch, who used to sell a lot of drugs around the outskirts of New Gothenburg. Unfortunately, Dutch was floating in the wind. He’d been my original target. The Kings of Men MC had donesomethingwith him. I didn’t know if he was dead or worse, but I didn’t mind. It had been pretty easy to winthe gamewith Cardinal. One month of playing basketball with him, and he’d spilled the beans about his entire operation because he’d thought he could trust me.
After the faintest hint of torture, he’d given me a name—Moose.
I’d been so irritated. I had leftovers in my fridge that were older than the time I’d put in with him.
I had to make this thing with Moose last or that empty well inside myself I was always trying to fill with blood wouldn’t be topped up and I might wither away. It all felt so dire.
Moose skidded to the bottom and stumbled to my side with a happy shout. “If you weren’t the one with the nicer car, I’d worry you were bringing me out here to slit my throat.”
Snickering, I pressed him back against the curved cement of the bridge trestle and put all my effort into kissing him. He met me halfway, and his warm, soft lips melded with mine. I thrust my tongue, and he dragged me close, holding me tight. It all felt so fucking good, especially since I kept getting drops of his blood on my taste buds.
How long had it been since I’d fucked someone?
“You said you didn’t want anyone to see us.” I pecked his lips. “No one will see us down here.” I stepped back and grabbed Moose’s arm, turning him. He resisted for a second, but barely, and then he went where I put him.
Should I do this? Was this even nuttier than what I usually did? The answers were no and yes, but I wanted this too much to stop now.
Moose fumbled in his pockets, then passed a small bottle of lube back to me and a condom. “I want it.” His voice echoed in the gloom as he braced himself on both hands.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna get it.”
Saliva practically choked me as I stared while he loosened his belt and let his jeans drop. No underwear. I whimpered. He’d been fighting commando. There was a bruise on his ass. Perhaps I’d missed him getting thrown to the floor during his fight. Butthe cheeks were rounded in all the right ways and more muscled than a statue of a god.
“I would put in the work, if you wanted it. Romance you.” My words were a whisper that disappeared in the burble of the river, washed away faster than any morals I’d ever had. What was I saying? I was playing the part of future boyfriend, but my heart twisted. I needed to shut up. This wasn’t some guy I was going to keep. He was scum of the earth, just like all the other men who’d died by my hand.
