“We only got American cheese,” she said, disappointed.
“American is fine,” he smiled. “I’ll have a soda with that and then maybe a root beer float for dessert. That is if you’ll share with me.”
“Oh,” she whispered, blushing. “Maybe. My boss ain’t here tonight, so if the cook goes out back for a smoke, I can probably sit for a few minutes. As you can see, we ain’t that busy.”
“No, you sure ain’t,” he repeated in his best southern twang.
Forty-five minutes later, his burger was gone, his dessert was melting in front of him, and the little waitress had somehow popped a button on the top of her uniform. Convincing her to go for a ride with him, she left a note for the cook and jumped in the truck with the handsome stranger.
“We don’t have to play at this,” she smiled. “I can tell you’re horny, and so am I. Just pull over anywhere, and we can do it.”
He chuckled, shaking his head at her anxiousness.
“We can take our time,” he smiled.
“I don’t have a lot of time. Told the cook I’d be back in thirty minutes,” she said, pulling off her panties. “Just pull over.”
“Whatever you say,” he grinned.
He pulled into a narrow dirt lane and slid a little to his right so that he was in the middle of the seat. She pulled on his belt, yanking out his stiff cock. Without a word, she straddled him and slid down on top of him.
“Ohh, that feels good,” she grinned, bouncing up and down. He gripped the lapels of her uniform and ripped open the blouse, squeezing her tits.
“Hey! What’d you do that for? Now I gotta go home and change,” she said angrily.
“Don’t worry, baby, you won’t need to change,” he said, turning her swiftly in the seat. She hit her head on the door handle and grimaced as he pounded into her.
“Hey, slow down. I ain’t in that big a hurry,” she frowned.
“Shut up,” he snapped.
She started to say something, but he covered her mouth with his hand, holding it there as her face turned purple trying to scream. Pushing her knees further up, he moved his cock to her tight, tiny hole and rammed inside her.
Startled and in pain, her eyes went wide as he continued to pound into her, over and over again. When he was done, she tried to push him off of her, but now he was excited. This was making him feel powerful. Desirable. He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Sorry, honey. We’re just getting started.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Cam? We’ve got another dead girl that we think is connected to Archie,” said Hiro. “Outside Tuscaloosa last night. A waitress from a local diner left a note for the cook that she’d be back in thirty minutes. He said she’d been waiting on a man in a white pickup truck. Left with him and never returned, which wasn’t like her. He called the cops, and they started a search for her. Found her body this morning off a dirt road.”
“Fuck,” muttered Eric.
“She was raped, sodomized, beaten. He’s escalating and enjoying it.”
The other men in the room listened, all leaning forward on their elbows. Jonas shook his head, realizing how very dangerous Archie had become. There was no doubt that he really was crazy.
“Use me,” said the small voice at the door. All eyes turned to see Khloe standing in the doorway with Kate, Sophia Ann, and Ajei. “You have to use me. I’ve seen you do this stuff before. If I reach out to him, if I get him to meet me somewhere, you guys can be there and get him.”
“No,” said Jonas. “Absolutely not. I don’t give a shit if we chase this guy for the next ten years. We are not putting your life at risk. No.”
“Jonas,” she said, walking toward him, “we won’t have a life together unless we can catch him. He’s killed three women because he’s angry with me. If you can find him and stop him, allow me to draw him in, this will all be over with much quicker. Please. At least consider this.”
“Jonas, brother, she might be right,” said Eric.
Jonas just shook his head as Wade walked toward the young couple. He hugged Khloe, kissing her forehead.
“I’m with Jonas on this one, Khloe. It’s too dangerous.”
