Page 60 of Freaks Of Nature
Ash does the same with his, propelling it toward a wall in the living room on our way out. Pulling the door shut, we leave it all to burn.
We hurry back down the stairs the way we came. I don’t turn over my shoulder. I don’t look at the carnage in our wake. They deserved everything.
My hands tremble and my knees go soft as we make it across the street to safety. Only now can I manage to face the aftermath of my plan.
With Ash beside me, I swing around to look up at the angry flames flickering behind the third story windows and the smoke rising. But I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel relieved.
I only feel sick.
A shutter roils through me, and bile burns my throat. Lunging toward the closest trash can, I hurl.
Hunched over with my head in the bin, somehow Ash’s laugh finds its way to my ears. “You know they can match that shit, right?”
Ash
Istand over her bed, the LED mask covering my face as I watch her sleep. She’s curled up on her side, her features relaxed and holding a serene beauty.
A few black locks fan out over her face and shoulders, calling my gaze to travel her contours everywhere her smooth skin is exposed.
It lingers on the visible muscle tone of her tanned thighs, and my mouth waters behind my mask. I want to run my tongue along every inch, licking her with the desperation of a starving man and feeling her soft flesh melt against my mouth.
She must’ve kicked the blanket off in her sleep, as it’s now bunched by her feet, showing off a strappy black top and purple boy shorts that stretch over her curves.
Unlike yesterday, when I sneaked in a little after 1 p.m. to surprise her and found her naked, limbs entangled with my brother, both still passed out cold.
What the actual fuck.
He doesn’t do that.Sticking around after sex? Cuddling?Neither do I, but I still had the urge to wrap my hands around his neck and choke him out.
Mason comes up to stand beside me, watching her sleep too. A pleased hum carries to my ears from under his own mask.
My fingers curl into fists as I picture him with her, lying in bed. I can share her with him when we fuck, but not like this. Not this intimacy. I don’t know why, butIwant that with her.
Turning my eyes back on Emily, I give her peaceful form another detailed scan. The pulse behind my fly turns urgent as my thoughts trace those smooth, toned legs I had the pleasure of running my hands over Friday night.
My palms tingle with the memory.So soft and warm…
My restrained cock gives another punch to the zipper before I let the image loose. I remind myself that I’ll have her soon enough.
Emily had to walk home alone after her shift last night because Mason and I had an errand to run for Mr. DeMarco that required both of us. More of a pickup and dump than a drop-off, and that gave me an idea.
“Wake up, baby girl,” I whisper, bending over her, my thumb trailing the curve of her cheek. Her skin is like pure silk.
She stirs, and her lashes flutter briefly before her sight locks on to my mask. Her eyes fly open wide. Emily flinches back, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to scurry away.
She has nowhere to go.
Her panicked stare darts back and forth between us to make sense of what’s happening.
“Time to roll,” Mason says, pulling the cloth hood in his hand over her head.
I watch the material get sucked in with a sharp inhale where her mouth is before I flip her onto her stomach.
Straddling the back of her thighs, I grind my swelling cock into her ass while securing the nylon rope around her wrists.
I take my time. She feels so good as she struggles to get free, the friction only makes me that much harder.
I flick my eyes to Mason standing right beside the bed, watching. I can’t see his face under the mask.Is he still grinning?
