Chapter Four
Zee
“She’s fucking with us, man. She had my fuckin’ cock in her mouth.” Moose grabs a beer from the fridge and settles down into the recliner by the fireplace as though he didn’t just say what I think he said.
“What?”
He tips the bottle up. “Yeah, I don’t know. It just happened. She’s… she’s trouble. You sure she’s a virgin ?”
Blood pops under my skin. “Yes, she’s a fuckin’ virgin. Why did you let her touch you? Did you touch her back?”
“She put my hand on her tit.” He says the words matter of fact as though it’s nothing. “She’s stressed, and she’s trying everything to get out of that room. That’s all that was. Come on. Get a beer and sit down before you lose your damn mind.”
I’ve known Moose for a few years now. I did some work for him, and we got into a conversation about the best wood to use for a custom bookshelf. That rolled into about a dozen more conversations on similar topics and a tool sharing system that never ended. He’s not the easiest guy to talk to, but he’s loyal and reliable, which are two things that are hard to find these days.
I grab a beer for myself and sit across from Moose in the second recliner. “You seen Hawk?”
Moose groans. “Probably off writing somewhere. I think he has a draft due by the end of the week.”
I nod and lean back, staring up at the wood beam ceilings in the old farmhouse. I didn’t come here thinking this was gonna be easy, but I didn’t expect it to feel so damn gross either. Kidnapping wasn’t my first option. Truthfully, wasn’t my second either, but here we are… knee deep in shit. At this point, I might as well try growing something.
“What’s the plan here?” Moose groans. “The bidding is up over two hundred grand. If someone doesn’t accept that bid by midnight, she’ll owe the penalty payment to Fantasy Driver for breaking the contract.”
“I know,” I huff under my breath and pace the room as I think over the second half of this stupid fucking plan.
“How long does she have to make the appointment?” Moose tips back his beer and sighs before scrubbing his hand down over his face.
“Depends on the negotiation with the winner. I’ll have to log into her account tonight and see who won.”
“Or I can. It’s probably best that way. You get so damn worked up every time you look at that thing.” He clears his throat. “Are we accepting whatever bid comes through and fuckin’ killing the dude or what?”
“You know this could’ve been a lot easier, right?”
“Don’t start that shit again.” Moose’s tone is gruff.
“I thought we weren’t taking her until the morning. I thought we were giving her a chance to change her mind?”
“Look, I had a driver willing to help, and I did what I did. You wanted something different you should’ve done it yourself.” He’s gruff when he speaks. Then again, he’s always gruff. “Two days and you’re on your own. I don’t want this shit storm falling back on the farm.”
I don’t know what I’m doing with the winner of the auction. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. On one hand, I want to murder whoever thought it was a good idea to buy a virgin. On the other hand, I want out of this clean and easy.
Sliding the mask back down over my face, I adjust the voice box and make my way to the back room, trying not to think about Moose’s cock sliding into the girl’s mouth. There’s no way in hell he didn’t enjoy that a little, and there’s no way in hell, he didn’t edge it on. Part of me wants to turn back and punch him in the jaw, but I decide to talk to the girl first.
“Coming in,” I bark, knocking on the door before I unlock it.
“Okay.” Her voice is small and tearful. I hate seeing her like this. “I’m going to bed, so can we make this quick?” She sits on the edge of the bed in an oversized T-shirt that belongs to Moose, her nipples poking through the fabric. A pang of jealousy rushes through me. “Where’d you get that shirt?”
“It was in the back of the bathroom closet. I had to dig for it. I hope it’s okay. I didn’t want to sleep in the clothes I had on. They’re a little tight.”
“Moose said you touched him.”
“Yeah, I did.” She bites back a smile as she says, “What about it? You want me to touch you too? You want me to strip down and show you every nook and cranny of my body like some paid whore? Cause I can.” She tugs the T-shirt off her frame and pulls her panties to the ground.
Fuck.
She stands with bare breasts, hard nipples, thick hips, a round stomach, and long dark hair spilling off her shoulders. “Here I am. Fuck me!” She bends forward on the mattress, presenting her little pink pussy like a prize.
I shouldn’t be hard. I really shouldn’t be hard. This isn’t about fucking her. This is about protection.
“This is what men want, right? They want to be filthy, dirty, disgusting creatures who do fucked up things to get off. I mean, that’s why you brought me here. You’re aching for this little virgin pussy, so just take it. Stop the games and fill me up!”
Holy fuck.
I look away, then back again, trying to memorize every inch of her frame. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, but I never imagined it like this.
“Do it! Touch me! Get it over with!” She’s loud enough that I’m sure the guys hear her in the other room. I’ve gotta solve this fast.
I swallow hard and grab the T-shirt off the ground. “Put your clothes back on.”
“No!” She swats away the fabric and bends down further, ass up, pussy wide and exposed. “Get it over with! Fuck me!”
“Everything okay in here?” Moose pushes the door open, then steps back. “Damn. What the hell?”
“Oh, you’re here too,” She glances toward Moose as she talks. “Good. You can watch, or maybe you’d rather the honors.”
“Little girl,” Moose groans and bends to grab her T-shirt off the ground, “clothes… on… now!”
She laughs. “You’re here, and I see how hard both your dicks are… so what are you waiting for?” She wiggles her thick ass back and forth enticingly.
Fuck.
“Come on.” I reach for her soft frame, holding her in my arms as she squirms, which only proves to deepen the ache inside of me.
“Seriously? You brought me here for this, right? Just do it!” Tears stream down her face. “Just fucking do it!”
Moose tugs the shirt down over her head, unintentionally grazing the back of his hand against her nipple as he pulls the fabric down.
What the hell is going on? He needs to keep his damn hands to himself, and I need air. I need air and she needs sleep, because watching my buddy touch this girl shouldn’t turn me on and piss me off so much at the same time.
I glance toward Moose with a downturned expression and loosen my grip on my prisoner’s soft frame. “Let’s go. She’s tired and overwhelmed.”
Moose shakes his head and nods toward the table as he walks out of the room. “You’ve got water there. You should drink it.”
I wish I’d have reminded her about the water, that it had been my dick in her mouth, my hand that had grazed over her nipple, my shirt she was lost in. Most of all, I wish this whole damn day would’ve gone a hell of a lot smoother.
Mask still in place, I nod toward the sweetest girl I’ve ever known, the only woman I’ve ever wanted to touch. The only person I’ve ever loved. My sweet, innocent, little Birdie.