Page 64 of Wicked Deceit
Shit! Come on, Grumpy! Leave already so I can hog my girl to myself. Mentally I whine, throwing my limbs all around like a child in the midst of a tantrum. I’m half tempted to throw myself on the ground, kicking and screaming so he fucks off already. He’d give me a weird look, or shit, he’d probably kick me in the head and kidnap her. I frown. That would be counterproductive on my part. I’m trying to get her alone so I can have my wicked way with her, not get her kidnapped by her other boyfriend who insists he needs to leave.
I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling. Shit, is that too much to ask for one on one time with my girl? I never get time to get my hands on her all by myself. Sharing is caring and all that shit, but I need my girl tonight. She’s mine. I called dibs. Plus, I have lots and lots of plans which include her pussy, my dick, and maybe a movie or two. I’d love to shove my tongue down her throat and–shit, calm down, dude. I purse my lips, trying to think about football or my damn grandma in a bathing suit, and discreetly put my hand over my aching junk. The last thing I need to do is salute Grumpy with my dick before he leaves.
“Be a good fucking girl,” he says in that low, demanding voice he loves to use on her.
And…my dick bounces, too. You, sir, are getting way too comfortable with his bossy ways–I think, looking down at the offending appendage with a stern eye. We can’t get turned on by Grumpy’s gruff commands…not here anyway. When I look up from my dick that won’t go down, I catch Kaycee’s eyes, and she raises a brow. So, back to the ceiling my eyes go. I whistle in my mind like I wasn’t doing anything at all.
“I’ll be back later after checking on my dad’s computer for something.”
Something? Something? What the hell does that mean, exactly? Grumpy hasn’t been very forthcoming with information lately, and I’m starting to suspect he’s up to something. But what could that something be? Hmmm? I don't want to say I’m suspicious as hell, but shit, I’m suspicious as hell about how tight his lips have been. Ever since he broke into his dad’s office and ran into Piper, he’s been keeping something from us. Question is, what is that something? I never want to think the worst of Grumpy; especially now that he’s weaseled his way into this relationship–which again, is my fault. Well, I’ll blame Seger, too. Zepp was resistant at first, but we all know who holds the balls in this five-way relationship. It sure as shit isn’t any of us. It’s my little lady who is currently staring daggers into the Grumpy man clinging to her hair. Shoo, boy! Go! But I know we’ll be here in this standoff for awhile, judging by the defiant look she’s giving him. I cross my arms over my chest in irritation, letting little Chase fly high. Fuck it. Maybe my dick will scare him away.
“I’m always good,” she mumbles, fiddling with the diamond bracelet we got her, or should I say, my rich ass friends, got her as a Christmas present. It’s a beautiful piece we all picked out together and planned for. My only contribution was talking the sales lady into giving it to us at a lower price and expediting the process.
One of these days my dad will be out of Veritas’ hold, and then we’ll be back to normal once they clear his name. That’s all I want. I want my dad to be out of custody and back with us. My stomach churns at him being stuck there forever, but Kaycee and Carter have assured me he’ll be out before I know it. I sure hope so. I know they wouldn’t lie to me. They’ve seen the evidence and shown me, but still. It hurts to know he’s stuck there for now, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Shit, we can’t even visit him yet. I haven't seen him since the start of school.
I lick my lips and check my phone. He should call me soon since I didn’t get to say hello on Christmas a few days ago. My heart sinks thinking about Ainsley and me spending Christmas alone in my apartment. If it weren’t for my found family coming to our rescue this morning and bringing us to this Christmas Wonderland in the Maze House, we probably would have had a shitty Christmas.
My brows furrow when I refocus on my surroundings, and Kaycee and Carter are gone. Shit! Maybe he did kidnap her, afterall. And then left me by myself! Can’t he see the desperation standing at attention in my damn shorts? What a dick. I huff, moving to stare out the window, and look for their shadows in the bushes. But I don’t have to stare long when I feel Carter’s presence looming behind me. Good, he didn’t take her. Before I turn around to face him, I put my hand over my stupid dick and turn around. He eyes my hand, but thankfully doesn’t make any of his usual Grumpy comments. I’m, instead, greeted by the most serious face I’ve ever come across. Or he needs to poop–maybe that’s why he’s going home.
“Keep her safe, Elf Ears. Don’t fucking make me regret having to leave,” he hisses with an unmistakable threat in his voice. His eyes dart to the object of our affection sitting on the couch, staring down at her phone with a grin.
“You think I’d let her get hurt?” I ask, grinding my teeth.
The asshole always thinks the worst of me and my poor ears. I mean, they aren’t even elfish. And even if they were, girls dig that! More specifically, my girl. Especially when she nibbles on them and–shit…my dick throbs again, and I squeeze the tip to make this damn boner go away. You’d think I never got laid by the way he’s acting.
He sighs, running a hand down his face. Thank fuck he can’t read my mind. He’d know I was thinking about his ass to make my boner go away, and…yeah, it’s not working. Grandma in a bathing suit! Grandpa in a bathing suit! Fuck. My mom in a bathing suit? Oh, shit. Relief spears through me, okay. That did it. From now on if I’m horny and I don't want to be, it’ll be mom on my brain.
“Fuck, I know you wouldn’t. But with the twins gone on some weird emergency again, I’m just on fucking edge right now. I can’t fucking place it, but something feels off. Just stay inside, okay?” Carter’s eyes always tell a true story to us, and right now, I see the genuine worry resting in them when he looks at me.
Right. The new nurse Zepp and Seger hired called them back home for an emergency. Again. This seems to happen more now. Something about Corbin trying to burn the house down or wander into the woods in his damn birthday suit. Maybe it was him walking naked outside in the middle of winter with his wrinkly ass on display. Shit, maybe he took another wife, and he’s run away with her. Anything is a possibility with that old bastard—especially the nudity part. Who the hell knows?
“You think something is about to go down?” I ask as my skin prickles with anxiety, and my gut rolls.
“I don’t fucking know. I know that she better be fucking safe by the time tomorrow rolls around, Elf Ears.” He says, squeezing my shoulder in his massive grip. Shit. He’s going to squeeze my damn shoulder right out of the socket if he doesn’t take his monster hand off me. I peer down at his hands again. Shit, they’re huge. You know, I think Kace was right. The bigger the hands, the bigger the…..No. Nope. Gotta stop these thoughts right here and now or little Chase will spring back to life.
Mom in a bathing suit! And focus, dickbag. I take a deep breath and fucking ground myself to the situation. Carter is about to leave, and there’s a possible threat lurking in the damn shadows.
“Is… is campus secure?” My insecurities gnaw at my rolling insides, and I peek at Kaycee, hoping I can keep her safe while everyone else is away.
“Last I checked before we came, no one else was on fucking campus. The parking lots are empty. The school is a ghost town because of Christmas. Fuck, even the security guards are gone. They shut the school down,” he says in a gruff tone, grinding his teeth together. “But I just got a fucking notification and have a hit on that fucking website I’ve been looking into. I need to get back and see what the fuck they’re up to before it’s too late.” Sincerity bleeds into his eyes when he cocks his head and narrows his eyes. “I ain’t fucking lying,” he adds through a grumble.
Yeah, I believe him. I’d never doubt Grumpy for a second. All I know is he’s been keeping something from us, but it must not be important. Or maybe it’s too scary for us to handle. Shit! Why can’t he just tell me? Momentary relief rocks through me at the prospect of being completely alone on campus. If he hasn’t spotted anyone on the cameras during his surveillance, then I know we’re good. But I still have that weird, nagging feeling in the back of my mind. The stupid cult has been way too silent since their car crash over a month ago. In fact, we haven’t heard a damn thing from them since the charity event. Maybe a few stares here and there, but nothing major. So, what the shit is about to happen? It’s the calm before the storm. Shit, so much for my relief.
“Yeah. Shit. I know, but you’re freaking me the fuck out,” I grumble when he squeezes my shoulder one last time–almost affectionately. I stare down at his massive hand again and sigh. “Whatever happens tonight, I’ll keep her as safe as possible. Now, get the hell out of here,” I say in a light tone, shooing him away.
He raises a brow and frowns, but does as he’s told and stalks off like a psycho on some sort of psycho mission. Shit, maybe I should warn the townsfolk. Psycho on the loose! Warn the entire world before he burns it down! I’m thrown out of my weird thoughts when the door slams behind him, shaking the walls and rattling the decorations almost off the wall. I wonder how pissed the twins would be if he broke their precious decorations?
A sinking sensation tugs at my lower gut, and my face falls when I turn back towards the window, looking through the pitch-black night. Shit, maybe we should have gone with him for safety purposes and then boned Kaycee long and hard in his bed. How pissed would he be when I fucked her while he worked? Probably a shit ton. We’d be safe, at least. Well maybe. He might resort to violence if I did that.
I think back to his words as I stare out the window–the entire campus is dark, and no one is here. It’s just me, Grumpy, and Kaycee on site. So, I have to trust his words. We should be safely nestled inside the Maze House until everyone comes back. Shit, what could go wrong in a matter of hours? Yeah, famous last words every murder victim in the horror movies ever spoke. I mentally facepalm. Whatever, we’ll stay here, enjoy each other’s company, have some eggnog, and then sleep cuddled on our massive bed. Shit, yeah. That’s the life. And nothing, I repeat, nothing will go wrong! Dream it til you believe it, right?
Carter’s enormous silhouette disappears through the maze until the darkness swallows him whole. Even the stars refuse to show themselves through the ominous clouds, brewing a crisp winter wind. It knocks against the bushes, and their finger-like branches sway in the breeze, looking like they’re about to break through the windows and grab us. Shaking my head, I knock the thoughts from my mind. We’re fine. Everything's a-okay! Nothing to see here. I need to knock this shit off and focus on my girl. Tonight is fine; everything is fucking fine. Nothing but me and my sexy as hell girlfriend alone in the Maze House—all good here.
I relax my tense body when a set of small arms wraps around my waist, and her head nuzzles into my back. I regain my breath, thinking of the here and now, not what could come.
“Did you have a good day?” She whispers, kissing my back through my t-shirt.
A grin takes over when I spin to face her and cradle her face in my palms. The excitement we had surprising her with our own little Christmas in the Maze House was something out of a fucking movie. Her eyes lit up when we revealed the Christmas tree by the window and the twins' sparse decorations from when their mom was alive. It’s been the best fucking day, plus we gave her our special present—a diamond bracelet. It’s something we’ve planned for weeks now, and finally, it’s sitting on her wrist.
