Page 16 of Dark Things
Black Caviar’s head is back out of the stall when we finally get back to his aisle. He sees the saddle, and his hooves start banging on the door.
“If I die today, you get to keep my sex toy collection, but you can’t use them on anyone except yourself. You’re to remain celibate due to your role in my death,” I state.
Rolling his eyes, Haunt puts the saddle down onthe locker and looks around. We’re alone on the aisle, but that could change at any moment.
“First the hair pulling and now talk about sex toys. Are you looking to get thrown over the next available flat surface?” he teases, leaning in and brushing his fingers over my cheek.
I lower my voice and take a step into him. “If we were alone I’d be throwing you down and riding that beautiful face until I come all over your tongue, but we’re out here trying to keep me alive, so saddle that fucker up and let’s do this. If we get this shit over with you can fuck me in the shower before dinner.”
Haunt’s blue eyes glow in the afternoon sun. “You always know exactly what to say to get me motivated.”
I chuckle as he unlatches the stall door and walks into Caviar’s space like a freaking moron. Me, I wait outside until the last moment because I like my legs in one piece. Now I just have to manage this beast around the track, and I can get that shower sex I want.
7
Rebelle
We never made it into the shower together. Cat was home and she wanted to hear about our day. She seems genuinely excited to know more about me, but it’s not something I can indulge in. I know she’s Haunt’s sister and she means the world to him, but trusting people doesn’t come natural to me anymore. I’ve been hurt so much by the people that were supposed to be there for me.
And now we’re here, outside a strip club in the middle of night waiting for our mark to walk out. It’s been a couple of days since Stan gave us this job, but it was easy enough to piece together his movements. Dude is seriously boring and predictable.
“How long is this asshole going to stay in there? It’s been, like, four hours,” I complain, taking another biteof the cheese stick we got at the gas station before coming on this stakeout.
“When you’re not getting any pussy at home, you have to be inventive. Besides we know he spends most days there for the wings,” Haunt smiles.
“Yeah, definitely the wings. I mean where else would you get quality wings from.” I sigh. Men are so predictable.
The front door to Sally’s Sensations opens up, and Mr. Jared Mackey stumbles out, shirt untucked, hair in disarray. He makes for the back parking lot as I click off my seat belt.
“Definitely the wings,” I murmur before leaning over and pulling Haunt down to me. I press his forehead into mine. “In and out, no regrets. Job gets done and we go home.”
“Home,” he replies.
Pulling up my hood, I slip out of the car. The darkness hides most of me as I make my way over to Jared’s car. He’ll be sitting inside wondering why his car isn’t starting.
I can hear his cursing as I approach the driver’s side window. He flinches when he notices me giving him my wide smile. I remove my hood and give a little wave.
“Having car trouble?” I ask when he rolls down the window.
He looks around in confusion. “Yeah, it won’t start. I’m gonna have to call a fucking tow.”
Before he can grab his phone out of his pocket, I unzip my hoody flashing him my hot pink bra underneath. His eyes catch on my tits and the phone drops into his lap. So fucking predictable.
“Mind if I take a look? I’m pretty good with cars, and since I just finished my shift I have some time to help out a client.”
His eyes never leave my chest, but he leans down and pops the hood, lost in a trance. I don’t bother zipping the hoodie as I make my way around to the front of the car.
I pull open the hood and take out the spark plugs from my back pocket, slipping them back in place before he even gets out of the car to see what I’m doing.
“Try it now,” I say leaning over the side of the hood.
He sits back down and presses the button for the ignition. The car purrs to life, and I unhook the hood, letting it slam back into place.
He steps out then with a smile that I’m sure at one point women found attractive, but at this stage in his life only makes him look creepy.
“How’d you learn that, girly? Daddy teach you?” he asks, the creepy smile now widening.
If he knew who my Daddy was, he’d have shut his mouth by now, but no one knows who I am anymore, so it’s pointless to remind people.
