Page 17 of A Cock and Bull Story
There's nothing like admitting you were going to show off your animal side and end up screwing instead.
Do you ever wake up tangled in a mass of limbs and wonder,what the fuck happened last night?
No?
Oh, well, I do quite often; so, I'm not really surprised when I come to and that's exactly what’s happened.
I'm not in a mass of tangled limbs, per se, just naked in someone's lap—Jack’s, to be precise. My brain is all fuzzy, like I'm super hungover or maybe still drunk.
“What happened?” I ask Jack.
Ugh, I finally get to fuck one of these dreamy dudes and I can't remember it!
“You went to go have a look at the bell tower and, then, you went arse over tit, love.”
“I did what to whose boob now?” I blurt.
Beside us, there's a chuckle, and I realize that Jude is crouching over me, tucking me in with the blanket.
“He means that you fell—well, fainted, actually. Are you ok?”
His words are gentle, and his eyes are tight with concern.
“Of course, I'm fine. Jack took me up there to show me his ass. . . we relapsed—I totally relapsed. I lured him down the path of temptation. I'msosorry; this is al—”
I cut off, rememberingexactlywhy I had passed out. I had gone up to the bell tower to get some fresh air and, of course, to taunt Jack some more as I walked away—so he could stare at the ass that he had just freshly plowed.
While staring out the window, enjoying the afterglow of sex that was sure to dwindle into guilt sooner than later, I saw two figures across the street move. I almost dismissed them when I thought,why would they be lurking in the dark if they weren’t out for a fuck-rendezvous?
Like the creepy sex-addicted voyeur that I was—am—I decided to watch. The couple had an interesting dynamic. The man was a good foot and a half taller than the woman andbuilt; whereas, she was a fragile, diminutive thing. The beefcake daddy had his hands around her throat, and I could hear her cries of pleasure from where I was.
Except, the longer that I watched, the more I realized that they weren'tcries of pleasurebut pleas to stop.
Usually, the safety word was—there was no safety word—but I swore that I could see the terror in her eyes from where I stood.
Just as I was about to turn around, to run and get help, the man's hand morphed into that of atiger pawand slashed the woman across the throat. A silent scream welled up in mine as I watched her life force spray everywhere. Without a backward glance, the man sauntered off into the inky blackness of the night—and, then, I drifted off into the darkness of my own mind.
Bile burns at the back of my throat and tries to claw its way out at the memory.
“We need to call the police,” I cry, coming out of my memory.
I clutch at the lapels of Jack's jacket, desperately trying to keep myself grounded.
“What happened, love?” he queries.
“A woman. . .” I start, the tears welling up in my eyes. “A woman across the street was. . . she was murdered!”
Instantly, Jude's up. He gives the others a significant look.
“I’ll go check it out.”
With that announcement, he turns around and marches up the steps out of the basement. No one says a word as Jack rocks me. My hiccupping sobs echo throughout the room. Sian and Elise come and place a gentle hand on my leg. Theo and Arthur pull their chairs over so that they can be closer to me. It doesn't take long for Jude to come running back inside, his clothes rumpled and askew.
Did he go to check on a dead woman or have a quickie?
“Sian—call the bizzies1,” he barks. “Make it an anonymous tip. We have to get out of here now—it was aTertiaryattack.”
At these words, everyone else jumps up in a panic. Jack all but dumps me on my feet, wrapping the blanket tighter around me.
