Page 31 of King's Barber
Errol cackled like a man possessed as he bounced around us and held one up to me. I grabbed KC’s arm, dragging him back and closer to my side.
“All you gotta do is flick this button”—he clicked a button on the side of the bomb—“and place it on the car.” He ran toward the car and placed the bomb underneath the rusted piece of metal. When he came back, he grinned at us in glee before he pulled out a detonator.
I yanked KC back farther, and he grumbled but came with me.
“We’re back far enough,” Luke said with a laugh, but I narrowed my eyes on him.
“I don’t trust you—oryou.” I pointed at Errol. “Do you know how to make proper bombs? We’re not in the middle of nowhere. The cops could be here in minutes of you doing that.”
“Nah.” Errol winked at us. “The neighbors are used to it. We’re far enough out that the cops don’t care, s’long as I’m not blowing up other people’s cars. Trust me, I’ve been doin’ this since I was ten.”
“It’s true.” Luke stepped back to match our distance anyway and grinned. “He used to do this in LA, had the cops around my grandparents’ house nearly every week, until Grandpa told him to get out of town.”
“Was seventeen at the time. I packed my gear and came here.” Errol waved the detonator at us. “I know more about bombs than anything else in this world. Ready?”
“Can I hit the trigger?” KC asked suddenly, yanking at my hold on him to take a step closer to Errol.
“KC…,” I warned low.
He sent me an unimpressed stare. “Don’t lecture me about dangerous, Pa.”
I gritted my teeth because the little shit was right. I couldn’t. I’d tried so hard to keep him safe, while he had to worry about me every time I went on assignment. Sighing, I held up my hands in defeat. “Fine. Hit the damn detonator, but if you blow off your arms, I’m not helping feed you.”
KC rolled his eyes. “Can you get any more dramatic, Pa? Jeez.” He happily took the trigger from Errol and held it up. “Anytime?”
Errol slapped him between the shoulders with a jovial chuckle. “Anytime you’re ready, son.”
KC gave me a quick glance and then focused on the detonator again. His thumb lingered over the red button before he slammed it down on top. There was a loudboomand fire lit up from underneath the car, sending it flying into the air and crashing down onto the ground again.
“Woohee!” Errol shouted at the top of his lungs, dancing on the spot. “Would ya look at that beauty?”
Luke hooted, and Sophie giggled, but all I could do was shake my head at them. The car was lit up in flames, burning hot and high and now on its roof. Luke grabbed a fire extinguisher from near the bombs and went running toward the blazing fire, and he had it out in a matter of minutes. He’d obviously done this a lot of times before.
“Fucking beau-ti-ful!” Luke laughed, walking toward his uncle and giving him a high five. “Just fucking perfect.”
“Can we do it again?” KC asked, bouncing on his toes. It’d been a long time since I’d seen him this excited about something, and as dangerous as it was, I couldn’t protest him wanting another try. If I was here, I could keep an eye on him.
They moved from car to car, exploding each one, taking turns on who got to hit the trigger. Luke offered it to me, but I shook my head. At some point a couple of Errol’s neighbors from the right came over and joined in. The entire thing was crazy, but oddly fun, too. I might have smiled a few times, but I wasn’t going to admit I was enjoying myself.
Another explosion, this time bigger than ever, had everyone cheering. I laughed, shaking my head. Luke sidled up to me and tugged on my arm.
“Come with me, I want to show you something.”
I raised my eyebrows but followed him. He led me away from everyone and through the scrap metal. Thankfully I was wearing boots. I let him lead me through the junk piles until we were far enough away I couldn’t hear voices anymore. The only light we had was from an old outside lamppost that Errol had obviously installed so they could see their way through the junk.
“Did you bring me here to kill me?” I asked, teasing.
He laughed and pushed his hand against my chest. I stumbled backward against a car, and then he was on top of me, his body pressed against mine and his mouth devouring me. I knew what Ishouldhave done, but in that moment my need and desire for him took over my common sense, and I curled my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I wasn’t even concerned about being cut by the rusted metal and needing a tetanus shot. He tasted like the rum he’d drunk, which was spicier than I’d imagined.
He humped against me like a dog in heat, his cock driving against mine, and while it amused me, I also couldn’t help the desperate moan that left my mouth. I needed a fuck so badly it hurt, and Luke was here, smelling and tasting delicious, with a cock I knew would satisfy me. I’d seen him in action. He knew what he was doing.
Cupping my cheek, he ate at my mouth with desperation, and I let him, eagerly kissing him back until he broke away to regain his breath. He laughed low in his throat. “Fucking Christ on crack. You’re so hot. I could shoot just from kissing you.”
I inhaled deeply and sighed. There was no way in hell I could tell him the real reason we shouldn’t do this, and even if I did, I had a feeling Luke wouldn’t remember or give a shit. He was buzzing, the smell of rum still lingering on him.
“You’re drunk.”
“So?” He grinned. “Liquid courage.”
