“Change before getting in the car,” Harlan calls out. “No one will notice where we’re parked. I’ll get rid of all the evidence. I’m an excellent cleaner.”
“That’s not what most people mean when they put that on their resume,” Syrus mumbles as we walk away.
A highly inappropriate bubble of a giggle escapes my lips, and Syrus chuckles under his breath.
“I guess they’re not that terrible,” he grumbles.
“They’re growing on me,” I agree as we walk.
“Like fungus,” he mutters.
“Sy,” I laugh.
“What? I have you all to myself now,” he says smugly.
Somehow, there’s very little blood on him, and we both cover our heads with our hoods as we walk out of the woods.
“Why did you say they’re going to take awhile?” I ask.
“If I were them, I’d spend time cleaning the scene of any bodily fluids and evidence that we were here. It’ll look like some kind of animal got to him because he stumbled into the woods after too much to drink if anyone finds anything. Though, I'd scatter parts of his body under the snow throughout the woods too. The goal is to make sure no one finds anything until spring,and that his body parts decompose by then,” he explains as snow begins to fall again. “Ha! This will help with the blood and the footprints. The universe is on our side tonight. We’ll be fine. No one will ever know where he is, and they’ll just call it in as a missing person whose case is never closed.”
“Your mind is a scary place,” I murmur, leaning against his body. He feels solid and warm, and I hum with happiness.
“Police academy will fuck you up,” he grins. “Now, I need some up close and personal time with your hot pussy. My dick is cold.”
“Does that mean there’s shrinkage?” I giggle.
His growl of discontentment makes me break away and run from him. I know I’m going to get caught, and I’m perfectly happy with it. Swinging me over his shoulder, he playfully swats my ass. It doesn’t hurt at all.
I also don’t have to walk either. Ten out of ten recommend brat behavior.
There’s no one around as we walk back to the SUV, and I have no idea what time it is. Syrus unlocks the truck, and he lifts me off his shoulder as he opens the door.
“Hands on the trunk, Spitfire, lean over for me,” he murmurs.
Biting my lip, I do as I say, trusting him. Syrus pulls down my pants and panties, groaning as he undresses me like a present.
“There’s plastic bags for all of this, may as well enjoy the art of unwrapping you,” he says.
Syrus’ hot mouth makes me stifle a moan, his tongue spearing the entrance to my cunt expertly. His mouth is a fucking weapon, and I’ll gladly die impaled on his tongue.
“This is gonna be quick and dirty,” he warns, unbuttoning his pants.
“Can you move faster?” I tease him. I’m freezing my ass off. Literally.
His love tap on my butt cheek makes my cunt clench as I whine, slick already sliding out of me.
“Yes,” he says, the crown of his shaft already rubbing over my arousal. Pushing forward, his cock takes my breath away as he stretches my cunt.
I know I just had a fuck ton of sex, but I can never get enough of it. His arms wrap tightly around me as he finds his stride quickly, fucking me against the car. The cool air, his warmth, and coming down from the high of Brad’s murder combine together explosively.
“Sy,” I whisper, my back bowing against him as my thighs begin to shake. It feels as if he barely has to touch me, and I’m ready to come for him.
It’s sorcery.
“Oh fuck. You feel so good,” he groans. “I always want to come home to you. I don’t care about anything else. You’re what I want.”
His dick feels really deep, and it’s massaging my cervix so well, I can feel myself getting closer to my release as he fills me. His hand presses on my lower stomach, kissing my cheek as he keeps me locked against the car. His hand ghosts down to my clit, and I whimper with need. His fingers squeeze it and massage it as I gasp, until the only thing holding me up is Syrus.
