Chapter 52
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
CASPER
Ikicked the door open. My bare feet slapping water onto the bedroom floor, a fresh white towel draped over my shoulders, and my cock dangling between my legs. I liked to let the big guy air dry, kept the loose dick skin from sticking to my balls.
Bellatrix shot up on the bed, a hand pressed to her chest as she took a quick inventory of her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms high over her head.
“How long have I been out for?” she grumbled.
“A few hours.” I shrugged, running the towel over my damp hair before chucking it in her direction. It hit her square in the face.
Bellatrix cringed as she plucked the towel up from where it bounced off her forehead and landed on her lap and tossed it on the floor. “Do I look like your laundry basket, asshole?”
“Nope…” I smirked, giving her body a quick once-over. Lingering a little longer when my gaze fell to her pussy and then swept back up to her tits. “More like my favorite cum-dumpster.”
“Ew.”
I crossed the room, silently, on the pads of my toes.
Leaned over the bed and tugged her head back by the little crease in her hairline that was still there after she pulled it free from that scrunchy thing.
I dropped my face next to her cheek and licked the drool off the side of her mouth.
Watching the way her lips parted and her back arched before shoving her back down onto the pillow and walking away.
“Learn how to take a compliment, babe. I said you were my favorite.” I dug around in the dresser closest to the door until I found a clean pair of boxers. Tugged them up my legs and snapped the waistband in place.
“Most girls don’t like being called a cum-dumpster,” she grunted.
“But you do,” I countered, and she didn’t have anything to say after that because we both knew I was right. I was pretty certain she didn’t want me to prove it either. She was dripping. I could smell it on my sheets.
I kept that observation to myself. At least for right now, I did. I liked leaving her sexually frustrated. It just made her fuck me that much harder later.
I slid the duffle bag, filled to the top with the snacks I’d snatched before burning that warehouse to the ground, under the bed with a foot.
Leaving something out was like giving it a neon sign that told the rest of these fuckers your shit was up for grabs.
Food, alcohol, pills, you name it and my bunk brothers would swipe it.
Then they’d turn around and try to trade it back to you later.
Couldn’t be mad at that, though. ?Cause I would do the same thing.
Bossman wasn’t a fan of us taking evidence home but Bossman also wasn’t here. Besides, I wasn’t about to let a bunch of perfectly good snacks go up in flames for no reason.
I did one more double-take of the room before glancing over at Bellatrix. “Rise and shine, princess. Time to get this show on the road.”
“Where we goin’ now?” she asked, but she was already standing and piling her hair high up on her head. She’d slept in her clothes, boots and all. And by sleep, I mean she passed the fuck out mid-conversation. And by conversation, I mean lecture.
She wasn’t very happy about me leaving her bike out in the woods overnight. I’d told her she was worrying about nothing. Nobody was coming all the way out here. Nobody but the people who lived here. Most everyone else was afraid of Briarwood. More so its reputation—and ours.
“The basement,” I replied. I could keep playing the cryptic game, but it wasn’t as fun if she didn’t get worked up about it, and she was just expecting it now.
What was fun was catching the way she jerked back out of the corner of my eye.
Her memories of down there clearly weren’t as pleasurable as mine were.
She might have choked me out, but I almost came in my pants. Which would have been a first. I wouldn’t mind trying it again… after I found what I was looking for.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she huffed.
I turned around to peer at her over a shoulder. “Why? You scared?”
Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at me. “Of you? Fuck no.”
“Of the dark?” I clarified.
Her lips curled up at the sides. “I love the dark.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem then.” I refocused my attention on finding a clean shirt and a pair of pants I didn’t mind getting beat up.
The basement was about the only place in this building that hadn’t been upgraded since Bossman took over, besides the portion Franks kept for himself and the missus.
I didn’t care about the dirt. Or the bugs.
Or whatever else was down there. Just the rusty nails that liked to catch on everything and ruin a brand-new set of clothes.
“What’s in it for me?” Bellatrix asked after a few seconds of tense silence. Tense for her. I was cool as the cucumber-shaped dick Bossman’s wifey kept in her nightstand. The one she didn’t think he knew about.
If I knew about it, I was certain he did too. He spent a lot more time in their bedroom than I did.
“You already know what’s in it for you,” I cooed. “More of those pages you’re just dying to get your hands on.” I twisted back around to face her, my arms crossed over my chest and a black t-shirt dangling from one of my hands. “You know, it’s not very polite to go reading someone’s diary, myshka.”
She quirked a brow at me. “Where do you keep them anyway?” she asked after a long, dramatic sigh.
“Tell you what…” I shoved the dresser drawer shut with an elbow, spread my arms out to the sides, and planted my feet a few inches apart. “If you can find one on me, you can keep it.”
“On you?” She took a tentative step forward until we were standing toe-to-toe. “Right now.”
“Right now.” I grinned. “Find it, and it’s yours.”