12. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
M eg slept for over twelve hours, and Naz didn’t leave her side.
Seb had been using the room to sleep since he’d arrived, after bumping Miguel to one of the couches. When Seb paused in the doorway, he wore an expression Naz couldn’t decipher. After studying them for a brief moment, Seb nodded at him and walked away.
Rocks kicked them out midmorning the next day. He’d stayed up as lookout most of the night. He was too big to curl up on any damn couch, or so he barked at them, with a slam of the bedroom door behind them.
“I should find Julio,” Meg said, giving Naz’s hand a squeeze before releasing him. He followed her to the trailer door, holding it open to watch her cross to the warehouse but staying behind.
He felt lightheaded. It’d been a while since he’d forced any type of calories down his throat, and his body was telling him it’d been too long.
He’d never charged his phone, so he plugged it in before rooting around the cabinets for his powdered meal. Someone had moved it again. Snagging it and a can of condensed milk from the shelf, he found the cup he liked to use. It was actually a sports bottle, but it let him squirt the shit down his throat without spilling it everywhere. That way, he only had to concentrate on opening his mouth and swallowing.
He’d used condensed milk because he was so underweight at first, but Naz still liked it for the fact that it didn’t go bad fast. The trailer’s fridge was shit, and most of the jobs he’d had didn’t even have a fridge.
He had downed about half his meal when the trailer door opened, making him choke. Some of the mixture dribbled down his chin. He wiped at it with his hand and focused on swallowing instead of on the way Meg stared at him.
He probably looked like a baby with a bottle. His head throbbed as he moved toward the sink.
Meg was suddenly beside him, her grip on his arm, stopping him from pouring the other half out.
“Sorry.” She switched her grip into a rubbing caress. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can wait for you outside while you finish.”
He hesitated, finally meeting her eyes. She wasn’t cringing like he’d expected. Her lips turned up in an encouraging smile while she continued making his arm tingle.
Naz gave her a nod, and she left just like that, the door shutting with a little plop.
He needed her to leave. Concentrating with Meg around to watch would be too hard for his currently closed-up throat. He focused on his breathing, a sort of meditation the doctor had suggested to help calm him. After he choked down the rest of his meal, he rinsed out the bottle.
His shirt was wet from his spill. He pulled it off to soak the spot under water, scrubbing with the dish soap, not wanting to smell like milk all day. When he dragged it back on, the dampness cooled his heated skin.
Meg was waiting for him in the yard when he emerged.
“Julio said you can take me to the store. I’m craving sour gummies this time.”
Naz’s nose wrinkled at the idea of eating anything sour. He had a hard enough time eating without his mouth puckering on top of it.
The giggle that rang in his ears every time he heard it wrapped around him, and he stared at Meg’s wide, grinning lips.
“Your face!” She laughed again, pointing at him.
Naz didn’t make a lot of facial expressions, but apparently a wrinkling nose was noticeable.
Meg grabbed his hand, tugging him with her in the direction of the store.
T hey settled into an adjusted pattern. Meg made herself scarce during outside business, not wanting to irritate Julio again. When only their normal crew was around, she hung out around Julio until he got sick of her hovering, then found Naz. Often, they would pass his phone back and forth during meetings. She asked nonsense questions about things that didn’t matter, things that Naz hadn’t thought about.
Naz didn’t have likes and dislikes.
Meg had a lot.
She hated carrots, dresses, anything that smelled like sandalwood, and socks. He’d stared at her feet when she’d said the last, bare except for the cloth shoes he’d gotten her.
She liked gummies, tight shirts, how his bald head felt when it was smooth, makeup, and whatever soap Naz used because he smelled good.
He just used some green bar soap, even on his head. It began rasping again, and Meg helped him shave it, all over this time. She was careful around his scar.
If she could go anywhere, she’d want to see Niagara Falls. She’d seen it during a rerun of The Office once and thought that amount of rushing water would be amazing to watch in person.
Naz couldn’t imagine traveling anywhere. Even switching jobs could sometimes be a pain because he’d have to figure out new people and ways to meet his food needs.
Meg went to Julio each night for sex, and sometimes it occurred at other times. Naz made himself scarce whenever it happened. Seeing Meg naked confused him. Her body didn’t make him hard, but it also didn’t carve up his nerves like seeing an erection did. The sounds of sex were another matter. They would bring back the voices in his head, with words he wished he could forget.
Most evenings, he walked the perimeter while they did their thing. The woods were still his favorite spot. He’d also found a position to lean against outside the warehouse that was far enough away for any grunts and moans not to carry to him.
Eventually, Meg would leave the trailer, and they’d meet in the yard, clasping hands while making their way to the bedroom in the smaller trailer. She preferred the soft bed, and he wanted her to be comfortable. Snuggling with her was no hardship. Sometimes she carried bruises, though, and seeing new ones made it impossible for Naz to sleep.
After the next shipment came, Julio offered her another packet. Meg hesitated before shaking her head.
Julio snagged her wrist, jerking her toward him. “Do a fucking line. It makes you horny as hell.”
The memory of them fucking on the warehouse floor had Naz pushing to his feet along the wall.
Meg’s smile spread. “I can go all night even without the powder.”
Julio dragged her a step closer. “Then why haven’t you?”
Naz’s skin felt too tight when she tugged against Julio’s hold like she wanted to get away.
“I had a really bad trip last time,” Meg reminded him.
Julio released her abruptly enough that she stumbled back a step before catching herself.
“Fine,” he muttered. He turned to the table, creating a few lines. “Anyone else going to indulge with me?”
Miguel and Rocks took him up on it.
Seb declined, making his way over to Naz.
“Relax,” he murmured under his breath. “Don’t let it get to you.”
Naz tried. He leaned back against the wall, watching the drugged-up idiots laughing together and Meg in the middle of it. When Miguel tried to paw at her, she plastered herself against Julio, rubbing his dick through his pants.
“Ready for me to prove it to you?” she asked. “I’m yours, right? You can have me, but only you.”
Julio’s hips rocked against her hand as a flush filled his face. He gripped her face, tilting it back. “That mouth. I want to fuck that mouth.” He latched their mouths together sloppily, his pink, visible tongue pushing between her parted lips.
It looked like a wriggling slug. Probably felt like one, too.
Naz couldn’t drag his gaze away. Julio got to kiss her.
But then he shoved her to her knees. “Take me out. I want to come down your throat.”
Naz headed for the door.
“Don’t you fucking leave!” Julio screamed at him.
Naz paused, meeting Julio’s furious gaze.
His eyes were too bright, his pupils narrowed to pinpricks. “She’s mine. I want you to watch how she’s mine.”
Seb snorted. “We’ve all seen it before.”
Meg’s hands had frozen on the zipper.
Julio gripped her ponytail, shoving her against the partly open zipper despite her soft cry of protest. He blinked, as if surprised he was still covered. “I said to take it the fuck out.”
Meg struggled to push back against his hold. “Just a second, baby.” Her voice held a shiver. “I need room to maneuver your big dick out.”
He eased up, and Naz barely saw his dick before it disappeared inside her mouth.
She gripped his ass as her cheeks pulled in on the second stroke.
“Oh, fuck!” Julio’s hips jerked forward as he cried out.
Meg made a surprised sound and swallowed his cum, her arms tightening around his ass to keep him upright.
The guys laughed.
Naz felt a chill as Julio’s face flushed.
“Her mouth must be good,” Seb said, a taunt in the words. “You came like it was your first time getting sucked off.”
Julio’s grip tightened on Meg’s ponytail, jerking her head back. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Whatever it was, can she do it to me next?” Miguel asked. He stroked himself through his pants.
Meg’s lips smiled, but it looked stiff. “It was the drugs. I know you can fuck me all night. No one has stamina like you, Julio.”
He stared into her eyes, slowly nodding and pulling her to her feet.
She rubbed his softening cock. “Want to take me back to the trailer and show me?” She pressed her body into his. “I want your dick all to myself.”
“Yeah,” Julio mumbled. He shoved himself against her hand, though it was still growing soft. He didn’t bother shoving it inside his pants as she led him to the door.
Naz stood near it from his attempt to escape. Meg’s eyes shifted to him and then away.
Naz’s hands had closed into fists. He forced them to loosen and leaned against the wall again.
“She’s so fucking hot.” Miguel groaned. “I hope he gives us all a shot at her.”
Naz shoved forward.
Seb was already there, gripping his arm to hold him back.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Seb snapped at Miguel, sneering at the wet spot on his crotch. “You’d probably come before you even shoved it inside.”
Naz shook him off, heading for the woods before he lost his mind and shot all of them.
Seb jogged after him. “Naz! Hold up.”
When he went to grab Naz’s arm again, Naz turned on him, a snarl in his throat that shocked even him.
Seb’s hands rose. “Think it through. I’m not going to just let you hit me.”
Naz stepped away from him, his chest heaving.
Seb’s dark eyes studied him as he lowered his hands. “You’re acting like she’s yours. You realize that, right?”
Naz took another step back, shaking his head. It wasn’t like that, but the words wouldn’t come. His insides were boiling too much to concentrate.
Seb’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Well. It should prove entertaining to watch at least.” He turned around, heading back inside the warehouse.
It wasn’t voices in his head messing with him this time. It was images of Meg.
Naz was furious but not because he wanted to own her. It couldn’t be like that between him and Meg.
He headed toward the trees, hoping their scent would calm him. He didn’t want to think about the impossible anymore.