“Okay,” I grinned, holding my thumb near the end of the hose. “How many tissues did you use when you jacked off to me?” His face went sour. I smiled harder.
“Geez…no. No, no, no.”
“How many, Malek?” I snickered.
“I don’t know theexactamount! Come on!” I pushed my thumb in, jetting the nasty water, and blasting him with it. He covered his face and wailed. “Fuck, Viper! It got in mymoouuuuth!” He whined like a two-year-old and I cackled.
“How many!”
“I dunno!Eight? Nine?”
I sprayed him again. More wailing. More tantrum. Very Bridget-like. What he doesn’t know…is I’m already satisfied with his answer. And while he’s been trying to fight off all this? I’ve pretty much got him cleaned up—or…well, as clean as a sewer rat would be anyway. I yanked my thumb out of the hose, and he stood there, dripping…delicious. And…very upset. I pounded my fist on the rusty lever and shut the water off.
“Not nice. Not nice at all.”
I looked him up and down, biting my lip. “Once again…matter of opinion.” He smiled then, stepping forward, and I dropped the hose and backed away. “Don’t you dare.”
“Kiss me.”
“Malek, you smell like sun-baked shit.” Didn’t stop him. He prowled forward, grabbing my wrist, and before I could think about holding my breath, his stark naked body was against mine, and that salty kiss was all I could taste. I melted into it, pond water and all. My black latex gloves slapped against his wet face and both his arms reached around me, pressing me even tighter against him.
“Murder makes you hot,” he breathed into my mouth, following it up with a savage kiss. “Admit it.” I didn’t realize we were still playing this game…but…I actually had to think on it.
Oh, my God…is he right?
“Aaaggghhh! Are youkiddingme?!” We both turned our heads, and Bridget covered her eyes, holding his change of clothes out in front of her. “I’m gonna be fucking sick. Jesus, Malek, cover yourself up! I can seeeverythingggg!”
“Whoops…” he grinned, hiking my leg up to shield his junk.
I palmed my forehead.
It seemed like it took forever to get to Rockport, and it was well after dark when we hit the city limits and I checked the rear-view to see Malek driving Kendall’s truck, Bridget in the Nova right behind him. I’m starving. I smell like a hot garbage truck, and I can’t stop thinking about what he said back at that warehouse. I generally don’t have any feelings when it comes to death, other than the compassion I put into who comes in and out of that funeral home. Aside from that it just feels…numb. I’ve never put any stock into the possibility that the way I’m so unaffected by it, could actually also be what triggers me sexually…and that’s—disturbing. I drummed my fingers on the wheel, gnawing my lip in frustration while I continued to lead the pack through town.
We finally drove down the long, wooded driveway to the getaway spot, and when I pulled up at the house, I got out and directed Bridget to park on the other side. Malek rolled his window down.
“We doin’ it now?”
I nodded, pointing to a little trail just big enough to fit a small car through near the barn where all the nautical shit and fishing gear was stashed. I guess we really don’t have to worry about whether or not it scratches Kendall’s truck, since we’re about to push it over a cliff.
“Lemme ride with you. That edge will sneak up on you too quick, I don’t need you going down with the ship. And whatever you plan on keeping in this truck, I suggest you take it out now. I don’t wanna cart it back to the house.” He got out and emptied about a dozen really big guns from the back of the truck, to the trunk of the Nova. Bridget stood, leaning against his car.
“Toss me the keys, I can start putting our stuff in the house if you want.” I threw them to her, and she caught them. She still looks green in the face from seeing her brother naked. The poor thing. I’d probably have the same reaction had that been Greg and Maggie.
I stood at the back of the truck, closing the hatch and swallowing down my nerves. For some reason, the idea of there being a possible way to find this body was leaving me unsettled. Malek came up behind me as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“You alright, love?”
“Yeah, I’m just…nervous. I dunno.” I quirked my mouth to the side and looked down at the lit license plate. “We should take this off and get rid of it.”
“Good idea.” He grabbed his knife and knelt down, working the screws out with the tip of the blade until it popped off. I picked it up, walking over to the barn and tossing it underneath…far underneath where nobody would probably ever find the damn thing.
“Come on, let’s do this before I get any second thoughts,” I sighed, opening the passenger side door and climbing up into the truck. It stunk twice as bad in here, even with the cleaning job. I talked him down the path and my teeth were on edge withthe sound of the scraping branches on either side of the truck. It was also a bumpy ride and the sound of Kendall’s body jostling around in the back seat made me want to gag. “Okay, stop here.” He did, and I hopped out to see how much space we had before the cliff edge. About six or seven feet. I stepped to the edge, seeing nothing to obstruct the fall, and turned around watching him through the windshield. “Lights out.”
He shut the headlights off and put the truck in neutral. “Ready?” I moved outta the way while he rolled down all the windows. This is it. The threat Malek made about accessory to murder? That’s a big neon sign for me with this one. Not that I’m notalwaysthat…I mean I get rid of bodies for a living, but…this is wigging me out. He stepped out and took the driver’s side while I took the other, and we started pushing.
The truck began to roll pretty good, and I yelled between us through the truck. “Alright, let it go!” We both jumped backward, and off it went…
Bump…bump…whoosh…bang…splash.
