“That’s fuckin’ brilliant.” He reached back, rubbing the back of his neck and looked suddenly unconvinced. “There might be a slight issue, though.”
Uh…issue there fucking was.
We cleared the woods and were a good twenty to thirty feet away from the truck, and I already identified the problem. The inside of the car looks like it’s been paintedred. “Malek, how in the fuck are we supposed to get this thing anywhere in broad daylight?” Both he and Bridget turned around to look at me. Oh, that’s right…I’m the fuckingcleaninglady. “So. I clean it…just so we can dump the thing into the ocean. Checks out.”
“I’msorry,” he whined.
I sighed hard and pointed a finger at him while I stormed over to the truck. “Go get the duffle outta the back of my car. Thank God we never made it back around to the storage unit.Fuckme.” Bridget followed me to the SUV, and I opened the driver’s side door. Bad move. The body fell out, landing with a thud to the gravel and Bridget yelped, holding her mouth—but not because of the dead guy on the ground. I glanced over, realizing what was left on the bloody seat.
“Is that…”
“Yep,” I gagged. “That’s definitely a penis.” A butchered one at that. I don’t even wanna know what transpired here. She backed away and I pulled a pair of gloves out of my jumpsuit pocket.
“What are you gonna do with it?”
“Did it actually come off?” Malek asked, coming up from behind us with my supplies and a shit-eating grin. “Let’s stick it in his mouth. Or his ass. I understand he likes both.”
“Wait, what?” Bridget snapped her head towards him.
“Yeah, he was on the phone with whatever sad sod is layin’ pipe in his backyard when I was hiding in the back. I got him while he was tryin’ to send a dick pic.” His teeth were stark white against the dried blood, and I couldn’t help but smile. I guess that means I’ve lost that last little kernel of my sane mind. Which was ten times as evident when I plucked the severed member off the seat and dangled it in front of Malek, who winced in disgust. “Ew, no.I’mnot the sod!”
“Didn’t say you were. Want me to clean this truck? Dispose of your shit.”
“Ah, fuck.Gross.”
He took it by the head and Bridget turned away to likely puke. I grinned, watching him touch it like it would grow fangs and bite. “Remember how excited you were about the Girthmaster when I joked about it being up some guy’s ass? Well…how does it feel to know this one was?” I snorted, doubling over in belly laughs when that poor dick went flying tothe ground next to the body and Malek flapped his hands beside him, growling.
I worked in silence for a while after that, cleaning the seat and everything around it as best I could while Malek strapped Kendall’s body in every seatbelt in the back, anchoring him across it. The cock wasn’t on the ground anymore when I finally finished up, but I refuse to ask where he ended up stashing it. The good news, is that it’s creeping up on dinnertime and so it’ll be getting darker soon. If we play this right, we shouldn’t have any trouble getting to Rockport whole. There was just one more thing that needed cleaning. Malek was sitting in the open hatch of Kendall’s truck, flipping through the guy’s wallet and anything else that was in his pockets when I walked around the side.
“We’re done, but we gotta do something about you.”
He looked up, flicking crusted hair over his brow and raising one of them in confusion. “Me? What you mean?”
“I mean, you look like Carrie’s twin brother, and I’m not sure how the hell you thought cleaning the truck would do any good if you’re covered in the blood I just wiped up. We gotta fix that.”
“There’s a water hose around the back of the warehouse,” Bridget offered, pointing a thumb in that direction. “I saw it when I snuck over there to take a leak.”
“There ya go. Bridge, you brought his clothes?” She nodded.
“Fine.” He slipped off the back and I followed him over behind the warehouse. Whatever Bridget thought was a water spigot, was an ancient pump sticking outta the ground by the tree line with a dry-rotted hose that probably hasn’t been used in fifty years. I’m not even sure how to turn the thing on. “What in the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”
“I dunno, pull that top lever?” He did, and it screeched something awful, likely rusted out…but it gurgled, and the hose flinched. Nothing came out the other end. “I think there’s something living in it, dude.”
“Here, lemme see.” He snatched the bloody knife out of a leather thing on his waist and started sawing through it about two feet down the hose. Dirty water started spraying through the breaks he made in it, until the rest of the hose dropped off and he was left with a short piece that gushed with something equivalent to the smell of fucking swamp water. “Oh, fuck…Sev,please. I know you’re pissed but…that reeks. Can’t I just take my chances?”
“Afraid not, Dr. Lecter. Strip for me.”
“Just so you’re aware, this isnot…how this was supposed to go.” He started with his shirt, peeling it over his head…that was already enough to get me tense. He kicked his way out of his untied boots, and loosened his belt, popping that button and easing the zipper down. I swallowed. He had blood spatter on his chest and his neck. Tattoos covering every inch of him, and yes…I’ve seen it already, but something about this is…insanely hot. I reached down and grabbed the end of the hose, holding it away from me.
“So, you planned this differently then? Do tell.”
His jeans slid off first…and he lingered on the waist of his boxer briefs that hugged every inch of that cock…and the metal ring I haven’t stopped wishing was still sliding in and out of my—
“I wanted to play a little game. With you. Somethin’ we could both win. Get to know each other a little better. For every honest question answered, clothes stay on. For anything that isn’t…” He slid his briefs down, that cock springing out, and he stepped out of them, tossing them onto the pile of bloody clothes.
“So…strip truth or dare?” I asked, smirking while I gave him a very slow onceover.
“Somethin’ like that.”
