Chapter 20
Chapter 20
BEAU
O nce I hear the water running, I turn on my phone to check for messages. The vibrations go wild with messages and notifications from King, but it’s not any of his messages that I’m staring at.
Private
You have a visitor. Same place as last time.
I jump to my feet and make sure all of the doors and windows are locked in the cabin before I head straight out the front door, hoping to be able to finish this business before she gets out of the shower. If it’s a similar situation to last time, the guy doesn’t have a chance in hell of getting out of that chair alive. Not with her close by.
I’m met with an almost identical scene as last time, but this time it’s a different guy. He’s older and at first glance I’m not even sure he’s alive. He doesn’t have the same energy Jordan had. One glance at the paper and I already know what it says.
Beau, meet Adam.
You might want to ask Adam how he knows your girl.
If he refuses to answer… use the remote to see for yourself.
Fuck, I’m not looking forward to this. I don’t know if I have it in me to watch her being tortured again. I’ll become the most savage murderer ever known if I keep seeing this shit.
I choose the knife again, this time taking my place behind him right away. With a yank of his hair, I hold him back and look into his eyes, then place the knife between my lips so I can rip off the tape covering his face.
“How do you know Iris Kensington?” My voice is deep, mirroring the depths of the thoughts going through my head.
“She was one of the students at my academy.” I slice his throat open without asking him another word. I hear footsteps from my left, just as the blood begins to run down his neck, so my first cut isn’t as deep as it was the last time. One glance at who’s brave enough to come through the barn door and I’m left surprised as Iris walks in. She’s wearing my black t-shirt and the boots she was wearing earlier. I can barely see the bottom hem of my underwear below the length of the shirt.
“Go back inside, Kens.” I force myself to get back to the task and circle around Adam so I can line up for one final jab to the heart.
“Beau. What have you done?” She waits until I’m done twisting the blade to ask.
“Nothing he didn’t deserve.”
“How did he get here?” She doesn’t deny that he deserved to die, squishing that little percent of doubt I had because I didn’t wait for the proof before I reacted.
“No clue. Don’t care.”
“Beau. Stop. Look at me.” I’m cleaning the knife with a white towel when she asks me to turn around. I place the knife in its spot before I do as she asks.
“Is this the first time you’ve killed a person?”
“No.”
“Jesus.” She rushes over to me, not looking at Adam as she passes.
“Is this the Rector?”
“Yes. How did they know about him?”
I wait for her to look at me before I answer. “My guess is they’ve been watching us all the entire time. How many more are there?”
“What do you mean?”
“This is the second one I’ve killed because they hurt you.”
“Who was the other one?”
“His name was Jordan.” She looks clueless when I say his name. “A bartender in Georgia.” She shakes her head with no obvious recognition. “I watched him drug you and then take you to a supply room and fuck your lifeless body. It was all recorded and here for me to watch the last time I was here.”
“What the hell,” she says on a defeated exhale.
“My guess is the society is working some vigilante shit and making us take care of the worthless people in the world. They’ve just chosen the ones who hurt you to encourage me to go through with it. I’m sure they’re videoing it all to use as blackmail if I ever decide to leave the society. And I’m not supposed to be talking about it, so who knows what type of consequence I’m about to face.” She bows her head and rests her forehead on my chest. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll spend eternity in jail if I can rid the world of the monsters who fucked with you.”
“What are we supposed to do with this?”
“They disposed of everything last time. Even the clothes I was wearing.”
“Your clothes?” She looks confused.
“Yeah. I may have gone a little psycho on the last one.” She runs her fingers through her hair as the nerves begin to surface. When she looks over at Adam, I take her hand in mine and walk her out of the barn. She holds my hand tight as we make our way back inside the cabin and all the way to the bathroom so I can shower.
She reaches to pull her t-shirt off when I slip out of my boots. “What are you doing?” I stop her movement before she lifts it over her head.
“I’m going to take care of you. And you’re going to let me.” We both undress in front of each other like it’s an everyday occurrence. She reaches in to turn the water on before I do. “And Beau?”
“Yes.”
“If you call me a slut again… I’ll cut your dick off.” She forces a smile on my face within minutes of watching me kill a man. If that isn’t a soulmate, I don’t know what is.
I take every opportunity to wash her body with soap, using the extra suds to stroke my cock every once in a while. She spends her time washing my back and always takes over washing my dick once I've slipped my hands around it. “Why have we never done this before?”
“Because you were pushing me away.”
“Fine. You win. I’m not pushing you away anymore… But how are you going to break it off with King?” She halts all movement mid-stroke.
“I’m not breaking it off with King.”
“Kens, I can’t share you.” I put my arms around her back and pull her against my chest.
“Well, I can’t choose between the two of you, so you’ll have to.”
“Fuck. What will King say about all of this?” Let’s address the obvious elephant in the room.
“He’ll get over it and learn to love the idea just like you will because if you make me choose, I’ll walk away from you both.”
I exhale as my future flashes in front of my face. “If you let him fuck you against my wall again, I’m going to barge in and spank your little ass.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I lift her into the palms of my hands and nibble on her lip as her smile grows wide.
“You sure you can handle both of us?”
“Do you really think King will deny either of us what we want? He loves us both too much to keep us apart once he knows the truth. He’ll be pissed that we kept our situation a secret for so many years… but in the end, the kink will win. He’ll love watching me with you and he’ll get off on it every single time. He’s a freak like that and we both know it.”
“I’m sure he will.” I slide her onto my cock, and she inhales sharply at the angle. “Tell me. How does it feel to have the bigger cock inside you once again?”
“I’m not going there.”
“It’s true. We measured when we were teenagers.” I slam her down and thrust inside and watch her mouth go wide.
“We might need to remeasure again. I think he may have you beat.” She smirks as if she’s won the battle and I take it as a personal challenge.
“Fuck that.” I put her against the wall and fuck her so hard neither of us have the breath or the energy to speak. She’s not teasing me about my size and I’m only proving to her what we all already know. I know how to fuck her right.
I’m pathetic when it comes to endurance, spilling my cum inside her before she makes it to her second orgasm. It’s been more than a week since I’ve had sex and it would be embarrassing if it was my first time with her.
“He does last longer,” she whispers on an exhale.
I feign shock and set her on her own feet. “You already know, you’re to blame for that.”
“I am going to enjoy all of the pleasure you’ll both bring with your cocky competitions.”
“You will like that. We’ll make sure of it.”
I let the water hit my face and smile. This’ll be my new life and I can’t think of two people I’d rather share it with… I just have to make sure that fucker keeps his dick to our girl and doesn’t try to push this in another direction.
After a passionate night full of hot, sweaty sex with Iris, I wake to the yank of a leg cramp pulling me from my deep dream-filled sleep. With a yawn, I hobble to the kitchen for a glass of water, thirsty as hell after last night’s escapades. I take a drink, the cool water hitting my throat just as I catch movement through the window out of the corner of my eye.
I drop low, cowering down to hide from view and run back to the bedroom in search of a gun. It could be anybody out there and I’m not taking a chance with our safety. Iris hears me and rushes to her feet. She meets my gaze, anxiety filling hers as she questions me. “What’s wrong?”
“Shhh. Get dressed and hide in the closet. Here, take this just in case.” I toss her the nearest handful of clothes I find into the closet and place the pistol in her hand. “Hurry,” I whisper.
We both freeze in place with the sound of the kitchen door opening. I point to the closet until she tiptoes past me. I have just enough time to hide behind the bedroom door before I hear the footsteps approaching, my heart rate skyrocketing as adrenaline fills me. My breathing slows, my ears straining, as I wait for the person to walk past the small crack I can see through.