“Tell her we said hi,” Ice calls before Tank slams the door on his way out. Ice laughs.“He’s going to kill us all in our sleep one day if we keep that up.”
“Kid’s got it so bad for that chick,” Fang says.
“She’s not a bad girl, better than the other sluts,” Ice says.
“Have you guys seen the way she looks at him when he’s not paying attention? Bitch is in love,” Bones says.
“Really?” Diablo gives him a skeptical look.
“Has she tried to fuck you lately?” Bones asks, making his point.
“Shit. No, she hasn’t. Not since Tank patched in.” Diablo looks like he just uncovered the equivalent of the Rosetta Stone.“God damn, is she in love with him? Is that why she hasn’t tried to ride anyone else’s dick?”
“Bingo,” Bones says smugly.
“Well, shit. Good for him.” Diablo grins.“Pussy-whipped shithead better have his head on straight tonight. Maybe someone should go get her so she can suck him off before we leave. At least then he won’t be thinking about boning her while we’re elbow deep in swamp water.”
“Be my guest.” I gesture toward the door.
“Nah, man. He’ll have to wrangle his own pussy. And speaking of getting sucked off, I’ve got my eye on this one chick—” Ice starts.
“The blonde with the black lace corset and thigh-high leather boots?” Bones whistles.“Wanna spit roast her?”
“Since when the fuck do I share?”
“Guys, go get fucked or sucked or whatever, but get your shit together within the hour.”
I leave them to squabble over who’s going to bang the hottest slut at the party, and head upstairs. There’s only one woman I’m thinking about tonight and that’s Blue. I think I know how she got that name too. My nuts are so heavy they feel like they’re going to explode. It would be easy enough to get balls-deep in one of the club sluts, but they don’t hold any appeal.
As I close my bedroom door, I strip down. When I told the others to get fucked or sucked so they’d get their head in the right place for later, I was talking more to myself than to them.
Stroking my hand down the length of my shaft, I grab my laptop and pull up a pic of Blue from a recent charity gala. She’s smiling at the camera, dressed in a silky black gown that molds to every curve. Her bright red, very fuckable lips grab my attention and hold it. I’d love to feel them wrapped around my cock, sucking and licking.
“Fuck,” I moan.
My hand strokes faster as her wet, hot mouth closes around the head of my dick. Her little pink tongue darts out to swirl around me before she sucks my entire cock down her throat. Thrusting hard against my palm, I picture her lips working up and down my shaft, pulling and dragging me closer to the peak of ecstasy.
I roar out my orgasm, not giving a single shit about coming all over my laptop screen. When the last blissful spurt leaves me, I collapse on the bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, all I can think about is Blue. If she’s sending me headlong into a trap, I’ll make her pay. But if she’s trying to get us to rescue someone, then I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen.
I have no idea how tonight’s going to go, but I’m about to find out. Once I know what’s up, then I’ll know if she’s a friend or an enemy. I hope it’s the former because she doesn’t seem evil, not like her father and her fiancé. My gut’s telling me she’s a good girl caught in the web of some very bad men. If that’s what’s really going on, then I’m going to make it my mission to get her the hell out of it.
Chapter 4: Vapor
I cut the engine on my hog and park it behind a thicket of swamp roses. The others pull in behind me, parking in a tight formation. We circle around the thorny bushes and walk toward a boat dock at the edge of Black Snake Bayou. Earlier, one of the prospects scouted the area to find the best approach.
Silently stepping into the boat, we take our seats and grab oars. Normally, I’d use an airboat to get from one part of the bayou to another, but they’re too loud. It would give us away. That’s the last thing we want.
As we paddle through the dark water, a shiver runs down my spine. The bayou is a hauntingly eerie place where time seems to stand still. The murky, stagnant waters are choked with twisted cypress trees draped in ghostly Spanish moss, their gnarled roots clawing at the muddy banks. The boat scrapes over a lump in the water. Hopefully it’s not a gator.
Ice glances at me. In the pale moonlight, I can barely make out his features. His forehead crinkles as his eyes dart from side to side. Everyone else is also on high alert. We still don’t know why we’re here.
The air is thick with humidity and the stench of decay, punctuated by the occasional croak of unseen creatures lurking just below the surface. Mist hangs heavy, obscuring the path and distorting shapes into menacing silhouettes.
When we reach a fork in the river, Diablo whispers,“Left or right?”
“Right. Keep to one side until we find something.”
