Page 18 of Dark Things
Haunt unscrews his silencer and puts his gun into his shoulder holster. The silencer goes in one of the pockets of his cargo pants.
“Gioia mia, we’ve had a lot worse. Remember that guy in Tennessee? The crackhead who was stealing. His house…”
Haunt exaggerates a shiver and pulls me into a hug, kissing the top of my head before giving me a small push.
“Get out of here. Dump the car in the woods and torch it. I’ll pick you up, and then we can take this asshole to the funeral home. Stan finally got a new contact. Just be glad we don’t have to dig a hole. I need some alone time.”
He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me his panty melting smile. His tongue dips out to run along his bottom lip, the minimum lighting catching on his piercing before it disappears back into his mouth.
A shock of desire shoots through me and I reach up, sliding my nails through his scalp. He leans into me, but I push back with a wide smile. “See you in a bit, my love.”
His face lights up. He loves when I call him that. I pluck the keys from Mackey's grip without touching him.
I round the trailer, pulling out my gloves and slipping them on. My hood goes up and I grab the gas can walking toward the car. I slide into the driver's seat and start the engine.
Fuck I hate this part.
We makeit through the door without Cat or Marc seeing us. It’s pretty late, but there’s always a chance for a midnight snack or a sleepwalk.
I lead Haunt into my bedroom and directly into the bathroom, where I pull out the garbage bags and start stripping. We took our boots off at the door, but we’ll have to torch our top layers in case fibers or evidence was transferred.
My gun goes into the lock box under the sink, knives on the counter. Once all the clothes are bundled, Haunt crowds me toward the shower, lifting me up and walking in. He turns the water on with one hand before slamming my back against the tile.
“Fuck, I missed this so much,” he purrs, mouth going to the crook of my neck and sucking lightly before biting down. I lean my head back, giving him better access, while I run my fingers through his inky strands.
“Not as much as me. Do you know what it’s like to not be able to touch you whenever I want? It’s driving me crazy that Cat is here.”
He picks up his head to stare into my face. “It’s not like she doesn’t know. Even if we keep most of it away from Stan, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out we’re together.”
“Yeah, but isn’t it weird if we’re all lovey-dovey in front of her? What if she doesn’t want us to be with each other?”
He chuckles, “Nothing anyone can say can keep me from you. Besides, she likes you. Call it twintuition.”
He nips my lip before attacking my mouth again. The kiss is possessive and intoxicating. Wetness pools at my core sliding all over the erection that’s pressed between us.
“I can’t stand being apart from you. We can’t guarantee tomorrow, but these moments mean everything to me,” he says.
I suck in a breath and reach between us to pump his cock. My touch is light, teasing. His mouth finds mine again, hands pressed into my ass, fingers dimpling the skin.
“Haunt...”
He snickers before letting me down. The water is steaming up the bathroom enough that I can’t see beyond the glass doors any longer.
“I know it’s been a while, but I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how this works. I'll make you come on my fingers, and then I’ll give you this cock.”
His knees hit the floor and he lifts my leg over hisshoulder. But before he can touch me, I reach out and grab his hair in one hand, looking down at him.
Smirking, he waits for me to make the decision how we’re going to play this. While Haunt is as dominant outside the bedroom, he sometimes likes to be my little pet when we’re behind closed doors. He’s also a fucking brat when the mood strikes.
“I’ve forgotten…” I growl, tugging tighter. “I think you’re pushing your luck, brat. You seem to think you have a choice in what happens here.”
His eyes close and the look of pure bliss falls over his face. “Tell me what you want, please.”
A shiver runs over my whole body. He sounds so pretty when he begs.
“You’re going to devour me until I come all over this beautiful face. Then you’re going to wash me. After, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me however you want.”
I grin down at him, releasing my grip, but scratching his scalp lightly. He doesn’t waste time, lips closing over my clit, sucking lightly. My whole body comes alive with that small touch. He increases the pressure, licking up and down my folds.
