Page 53 of Reckless
I shrugged. “If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I like it hard.”
Deetra took a sip, though she didn’t grimace as Chelsea did. Holding her cup against her breasts, she leaned against my side, appraising me for the dozenth time tonight. “I bet you do,” she purred. “I’ve always liked tattoos. My parents would never let me get one.” Her free hand reached up, lightly touching the base of my skull.
“Where are you from, Dante?” Chelsea asked, taking another sip. “You kind of came to Midpark in the middle of a disaster, you know—and you picked the wrong side.”
“I follow wherever my bike leads,” I said, hoping I sounded mysterious and not stupid. Beside me, Deetra swooned. I had her in the bag. Chelsea was still being stubborn, but soon enough that drink would loosen her up, and the three of us would head upstairs. “And I’m a lone wolf, Chelsea. I don’t choose sides.”
“A wolf, huh?” she echoed, lifting a single eyebrow. Just when I thought she was going to say something insulting, she nodded and added, “I can see it.” Another sip of her drink.
Man, the way these two girls were guzzling that drink, I had to work on getting them upstairs soon, otherwise they might just fall over here and what good would that do me? I think everyone would get pretty suspicious if they saw me throwing both Chelsea and Deetra’s unconscious forms over my shoulder and disappearing upstairs with them.
“You two come here alone?” I asked, making a big show of looking around.
“Well, there would’ve been a third to our party, but seeing as how that Jaz bitch killed her, we’re down one,” Chelsea said, frowning as she finished the drink. She tossed the cup aside, letting it roll away as she came to stand on my other side. I was now stuck between a Chelsea and Deetra sandwich.
A year ago, I would’ve had some fun. Now? I didn’t want to touch these two girls, let alone touch them while they were drugged. I liked it rough, but not like that. When I was wild, I made sure all parties involved were into it.
I slipped my hands onto the girls’ waists, saying, “Let’s not talk about Jaz, hmm?”
Deetra hummed, running a finger along the zipper on my jacket. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Who says I want to talk at all?” I stared down at her, slowly drawing my eyes to Chelsea. “This house is huge. I bet we could find an empty room and get to know each other a little bit better. I can show you both exactly how hard this wolf can bite.”
As I thought, Deetra was more than ready to go upstairs, though I did notice she swayed on her feet a bit more than she had mere minutes ago. That shit worked fast. Chelsea took another moment to study me, as if wondering if this was a trick, but then she must’ve assumed I wasn’t a threat, that maybe she and Deetra could turn me against Jaz, and she nodded.
I corralled both girls inside the house, and helped them both up the wide staircase. We went all the way up to the third floor, waiting until we found a bedroom that wasn’t already in use. Who the hell needed a house this big? What the hell did they do with all the extra rooms? It seemed like such a waste.
The girls were in the room before me, and I closed the door. I didn’t lock it yet, figuring that might look a little creepy. First thing’s first, I had to get these girls to shut the fuck up.
I kept Jaz on my mind as the girls swarmed me, both of them getting woozier and woozier by the second. Running their hands along me almost in sync, I couldn’t help but wonder how many times they’d seduced a guy before together. They seemed like quite a pair, a team for the ages. Not enough to beat me at the game I was playing, but still.
“Now, now,” I said, glancing all around. There were a few dressers, but I couldn’t take the chance; there might not be anything in the drawers. “There’s enough of Storm to go around.”
Deetra giggled, although her girlish giggle came out sounding a lot less flirty than she intended. “Storm?” Her voice slurred the word.
“You’re so weird,” Chelsea agreed, laughing. The girls broke off of me. Before I knew what was happening, they were taking off their tops. I tried not to stare at the four tits in front of me, my eyes mainly on the stringy swimming tops.
Those might work.
I took off my jacket, dropping it on the floor in the guise of making myself more comfortable. When they dropped their bottoms, I grabbed them both by the neck and pushed them back to the bed. Their bodies were near useless now, their eyelids growing heavy. They both had figures to die for, and I knew many boys and men alike would be felled by their wiles.
Not me, and I was going to make sure tonight was a night they remembered.
Or, rather, tomorrow morning, when they woke up in their own shit.
Was it too much? Eh, well. If there was anyone who overdid things on a daily basis, it was me.
“You…” Chelsea spoke, but she could say nothing else. Deetra was completely out of it. I might’ve given them each too big of a dose, but I didn’t care.
I got to work. I locked the door and checked out the closet. It was empty enough that I could fit both girls on the floor. They weighed next to nothing, like limp dolls in my arms. Such stupid girls. Since I had limited pieces of clothing to work with, and to get the most bang for my buck, I decided to tie them up together. One bathing suit top knotted their wrists together behind their backs, while the second I used to restrain their ankles. Since they were back to back, every movement one made would impede the other, which was pretty much perfect.
After dealing with their wrists and their ankles, I went for their bathing suit bottoms, untying the small strings. These would be used as gags. Perfect, really. I couldn’t have sat down and planned this scheme out better myself. Sometimes doing spontaneous shit was just as good as a well-ironed-out plan.
When Deetra and Chelsea were finally ready, I paused before closing the closet. I looked at them, wishing I could take a picture or snap a short video, just to show Jaz that I’d help her get her revenge against these fools, but I knew with the police sniffing around, it was best not to have any more evidence on either one of us.
So I simply closed the closet and went to grab my jacket, throwing it on before unlocking the door and heading out.
Job well done, me. I really deserved a pat on the back after that one, I think. Time to find Jaz again. Surely she wasn’t still in the maze thing with Archer.
