17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
B y the time they ditched the van and got back to the motorcycle, the ride had Meg shivering and pressed tight against him like a second skin. It was well into the night, and Meg’s eyes darted around the yard as he helped her with her helmet.
His hands buffed her shaking ones, and her eyes locked onto his. The tension loosened in her shoulders.
“I wish—” She broke off, but she didn’t pull away.
Naz wanted her to finish the thought.He had lots of wishes of his own when it came to Meg.
“I should find Julio,” she said.
He released her before she could tug free of him, then watched as she walked to the trailer.
The inside wall of the warehouse chilled his back, but he was able to doze for the first time in days.
When his eyes next dragged opened, it was to watch her approach him, a hitch in her steps that hadn’t been there when she’d walked away from him before.
The wall at Naz’s back felt even colder as he watched her hesitate, close enough to touch.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat. She stared down at her cloth shoes, shifting as she avoided looking at him. “I’m so fucking selfish. You should send me back to Julio.”
Naz’s hand snaked out, closing over the top of her right foot. He gave it a light squeeze, and her eyes finally met his, the tension in them seeping away.
He held his arms open, and she scrambled into his lap, shifting with a wince until she found a comfortable spot and melted against him.
She placed a small kiss to his throat. “Tomorrow. Let’s sleep in the other trailer again tomorrow.” Her hair tickled his cheek. “I’ve missed you,” she mumbled.
Her words echoed his own thoughts, creating an ache inside.
A nother shipment arrived, this one double what it had been before, and with it came Carlos, a replacement for José, who hadn’t died but also wouldn’t be coming back any time soon.
Carlos was quickly up Julio’s ass like he’d been there all along. The man had a buzzed haircut and a crooked nose he liked to rub a finger over repeatedly.
Meg sat on the table between Julio and Naz, but a bit closer to Naz. She’d taken his phone again, typing out her newest game of twenty questions. Since his hands were busy sorting, she gave him two options for answers, and he paused occasionally to tap on one or the other.
Each time she leaned forward, Carlos stared at her ass from the opposite side of the table with a smirk that Naz wanted to wipe off his face.
Julio noticed but didn’t say a damn thing, just as he hadn’t said anything about Meg spending more time with Naz again.
Meg leaned in, drawing his gaze to her excited smile. He glanced down at the ridiculous question she was so giddy about, lifting an eyebrow.
‘What’s more likely to exist: ghosts or aliens?’
If ghosts were real, they’d already be haunting the shit out of Naz. He tapped on aliens.
She let out a surprised giggle, the one that made Naz want to drag her against him so he could feel it instead of just hearing it. Maybe then the itch in his chest would go away.
Julio froze, staring at her from the other side.
Meg didn’t notice, too busy staring down at his phone. “You’re joking. Aliens?”
Julio’s brow creased. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Meg switched the phone off, dropping it onto her thigh, covering a portion of her high-cut shorts and a portion of bared leg. “It’s stupid.”
Julio grabbed her ponytail, jerking her head hard enough for her hands to scramble against the table for purchase. Naz’s phone clattered to the concrete, the case saving it from cracking.
His hands clenched at his sides as he took in Meg’s frozen face.
“Keeping shit from me?” Julio asked.
“N-no,” Meg stuttered before forcing a laugh. “It’s silly. I asked him to choose between ghosts and aliens. You know, which one would be real?” One of her hands moved to Julio’s chest, stroking. “Which one would you say, baby?”
“That really is stupid. I thought you were nineteen, not some immature kid. Maybe I’ll be arrested for fucking you after all.”
Her hand froze on his chest before stroking down to cup him in his jeans. “You think some underaged girl could fuck you like I do?” she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.
That was Naz’s cue to leave. He bent to retrieve his phone, freezing when Meg was dragged off the table and forced down to her knees next to him.
“Take it out. Show everyone how you like to gag on my dick.” Her ponytail was still curled around his hand. “With your mouth full, your talking won’t annoy me so much.”
Naz’s grip tightened on his phone as the blood surged in his head, making it impossible to think about anything but punching Julio in the goddamn face.
Meg’s arm nearly brushed against his as she reached for Julio’s zipper, and instinct had Naz scrambling away.
Julio laughed, his dark eyes following Naz’s progress out of the warehouse. It didn’t completely cover the spitting sound, and then Julio’s laugh switched to a groan that chased Naz into the yard.
He leaned against the wall outside the rolled-up door, trying to breathe. He should go to the woods so he wouldn’t hear. His legs wouldn’t move. The sounds within the warehouse dragged up the memories of his own gags around thrusting cocks. He’d learned fast that biting down in retaliation or fighting it in any way only led to beatings and ass fucking. He’d been so puny back then. The voices still haunting him had sounded a lot like Julio’s.
But Naz had never made those moaning noises that Meg made. His own inner demons faded to the background as he focused on her sounds. The gagging had faded. All he could hear were her moans and gasps and whimpers, in a tone too high-pitched to be any of the men he tried to forget.
Someone’s arm bumped his, and Naz jerked away, his eyes flying open.
Seb leaned near him. His lips wore that annoying twist before he parted them to take a drag of his blunt.
“She at it again?” Seb asked as he blew out. The skunky smell of the smoke turned Naz’s stomach.
Meg’s drawn-out moan reached them, making no answer necessary. Instead of causing Naz to panic and run, he rested against the wall again.
“I’ve been trying to tell you. That girl likes sex. And you don’t.” Seb inhaled again, leaning his head back as he exhaled the smoke upward this time.
There was a bright whimpering sound from within, lower in volume than Julio’s toxic voice but somehow drowning it out.
“Shit. The sounds she makes cause my dick to twitch, and she’s not even my type.” Seb’s head turned toward him. “But I bet you’re not hard at all.”
Seb’s tone wasn’t a taunt. He was just stating a fact. So Naz didn’t have to kick his ass.
It was the truth, anyway. Naz never got hard. That hadn’t always been the case, but the erections he’d gotten from being grabbed or stroked had been to humiliate him or to justify what the men were doing. When his body stopped responding, it had been a relief, a relief that hadn’t faded even after Diego had rescued him.
“This thing you two have, it’s fucking adorable,” Seb said, and his smile didn’t look taunting for once. Then it faded. “But that shit is never going to last.”
“No! Keep that fucking hand out of there!”
Julio’s sudden anger overpowered Meg’s voice and made Naz’s body stiffen.
“You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Having my cock down your throat makes you hot.” His breathing was coming out in pants audible even from where Naz was, breaking up the words. “Fucking take all of it like I know you can.” Julio groaned. “Fuck, that’s good. But you don’t get to come.”
Meg’s moans and whimpers had stopped. All Naz could hear was another gag, and Julio.
“You don’t even get to swallow my cum,” Julio snarled, and Meg whimpered, but it was different from before, filled with surprise and pain.
Naz’s vision dulled at the edges, and Seb’s hand clamped onto his arm, jerking him back against the wall before he realized he was moving.
Julio shouted without words, and there were a couple of “fuck yeahs” from Carlos and Miguel that only made Naz more furious. The warehouse was silent for a beat.
Naz tried to pull away from Seb’s grip, and the other man dropped his weed to shove him back with both hands, his face hard and angry and right in Naz’s face.
“Don’t,” Seb muttered, his tone low and gruff.
Naz jerked his arms up to break Seb’s hold and punched him in the face, making him stumble. He hit him again for good measure, but Seb didn’t go down.
Someone laughed inside the warehouse. “Fuck, you made a mess of her,” Miguel cackled.
It distracted Naz enough that he caught Seb’s returning punch in the ear. His head rang from the blow. Seb got an arm against his throat and pinned him against the wall.
“I’m trying to keep you alive, dammit!” Seb seethed into his face, low enough for the words not to carry. His face was furious now, with a bleeding cut above his eyebrow.
“For such a slut, you hate this, don’t you?” Julio said from within the warehouse.
There was a startled gasp that could only be Meg, and Naz choked against Seb’s arm.
“Let’s see if you’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut now.” Julio didn’t shout it. His voice had lowered in volume and was harder to make out now; Naz’s throbbing ear wasn’t helping.
“We could keep her mouth busy for you,” Carlos offered, a gut-twisting excitement in his words. “She hoovered the shit out of your dick. I’d love to shove mine in her mouth. I bet she’d learn her lesson if you made her choke on all of us.”
Naz headbutted Seb right over his cut forehead. It lacked the power he wanted from so close. Seb didn’t make a sound, but his arm fell away.
“No!” Meg shouted. “I’m sorry, baby,” she pleaded, making Naz feel like he would puke. The renewed ringing in his head added to the nausea. “I’m sorry. I learned my lesson. I promise.”
“Good.” Julio grunted. “Go get cleaned up.”
There was a sobbing breath, then rapid, light slaps against the concrete.
“She’s mine, Carlos,” Julio was saying, but then Naz saw Meg, too briefly to get a good look as she hurried past.
Naz chased after her, catching her in only a few strides, his arm curling over her chest as he pulled her back into his, trying to wrap his body around hers as if he could shield her after the fact.
She stiffened at first but then relaxed in his hold. Her breath shuddered, and that horrible whimper returned, just once, but once was enough.
There was a stickiness coating the skin of his arm that only increased his nausea.
Her hands lifted to clutch at him. “I—” Her voice broke, and she sucked in a breath. “I—” Even her second attempt failed.
Naz picked her up and strode toward the trailer with the shower. Meg was stiff in his arms as if she was trying to keep the mess glistening on her face and soaked into her shirt from getting on him.
“I’m fine,” she finally said, but her voice wasn’t Meg’s. It lacked something.
He didn’t like it. He jerked open the trailer door.
“I like giving blow jobs.” Meg’s words sounded flat, even though Naz had heard the sounds that proved them true, and he remembered what she’d looked like the first time she’d given Julio one.
The trailer door slapped shut behind them, mingling with Rocks’s snoring from the room Naz had begun to think of as his and Meg’s.
He didn’t set her down until the bathroom door had shut behind them.
A shudder shook her body. Her hand hovered over the skin of her neck, shiny under the fluorescent light. “I really hate cum on me.”
Naz reached past her in the tiny room, turning on the shower and keeping his hand under the spray, not caring that he hadn’t pulled the curtain shut and water was spreading across the floor.
Meg’s fingers curled into his shirt, gripping it as she kept her body from pressing against him, as if she’d damage him if she coated him in Julio’s mess.
Naz nudged her into the spray fully dressed. He was the one to lather the soap and carefully wash her face. He did the same to her neck and the top of her shirt.
Meg kept her face in the water for a long time. Naz understood, but he also didn’t like it. The way the water ran down her cheeks made it look like she was crying. Maybe she was crying and trying to hide it.
Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, which had plastered against her skin. “I can’t feel clean wearing this.”
Naz helped her pull it over her head but gave her room to handle her shorts and underwear herself.
She made a choked sound as she looked down at her soaked cloth shoes, toeing them off to finish undressing.
“Can you get me something else to wear while I finish up?” Meg asked.
Naz bent to grab her cloth shoes before he left, setting them in the sun on the bottom step outside the trailer to dry. Naz’s own clothes had gotten damp, with the sleeves of his shirt getting the worst of it, so he dragged it off and hung it over the railing, deciding the rest of him would dry quickly enough. He should have grabbed her clothes to do the same, not just her shoes.
Back inside, Rocks continued to sleep in their bedroom. Naz grabbed the shirt she liked to wear when they slept together, his shirt that had become hers.
Grabbing it was better than leaving her naked and vulnerable while he went to the other trailer to get her clothes. Leaving her didn’t feel right.
He slipped into the bathroom with the shirt.
Meg leaned into the corner of the shower, her legs spread and her hand between them. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was parted, a small gasp slipping out from the way her finger moved in slow circles between her legs.
The door to the bathroom clicked shut, startling her eyes open. They went wide as she stared at him, her hand pausing.
Naz took in her tightened nipples. Well, one of them. The palm of her hand covered the other, circling in the same rhythm as her finger down below.
The hairs along Naz’s arms rose as he continued to stare at her. Meg was beautiful.
Her eyes dropped from his. The sound of the running water mingled with the rushing in Naz’s ears.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean for you to see.” Her finger stroked between her legs, and her breath hitched before her jaw clenched.
“He told me I didn’t get to come. Fuck him. He doesn’t get to decide that.” Her eyes closed, and she resumed circling her nipple and down between her legs.
Naz should have left her alone. Watching her touch herself didn’t bring back the voices in his head, though. Neither did her small, breathy gasps. Instead, tingles flowed along his skin.
His gaze focused on her breasts. Her hand shifted, her fingers closing in a tight pinch. She plucked at her nipple, her hips pushing forward into her own hand.
“Oh!” she gasped, the movements of her other hand changing, too. Her finger wasn’t circling but stroking, the strokes quickening as her breathing hitched and her legs shook.
Naz watched pleasure slacken her face, her mouth parting and a cry falling out as she made herself come.
The cry shot the tingling down to his dick, and it hardened.
That it had sent panic through his body, enough to chase the semi-erection away. He braced against the door in shock.
Meg hummed, straightening away from the wall and moving into the spray. Her hands reached for the soap, beginning to lather it.
“Fuck, I needed that,” she said.
Naz’s thoughts continued swirling in panic. His body felt frozen.
Meg wasn’t jumping on him or anything. It didn’t seem like she’d noticed, and his pants didn’t feel tight anymore, with no dick tingles at all. As if it had never happened.
The water turned off, and Meg reached for the towel, drying herself off but not really covering herself. Meg had always been comfortable with her own nudity.
Her still-hardened nipples drew his eyes, and his neck tightened. He forced himself to look away, rolling the shirt he’d brought her and slipping it over her head.
“Oh,” her surprise reminded him of the way she’d gasped when she’d come moments before.
He was careful not to touch her, and relief filled him when her nipples were covered, though he could still make out the shape of them through the material.
Something about his shirt covering her chased the last of his tension away.
He opened the door to the bathroom, but there was no way in hell they were returning to the warehouse, and Rocks still hadn’t woken up.
Naz settled on the skeezy couch, pulling Meg onto his lap so she wouldn’t have to touch it now that she was clean.
She turned in his arms, straddling him instead, her knees on either side of his hips, causing his shirt to ride up her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her head against his chest, a sleepy sigh slipping out of her.
“Coming made me tired,” she mumbled.
Naz held her close, his cheek brushing against her damp hair.
Contentment filled him as she relaxed, her breath feathering against his bare shoulder and arm.
Then she let out a giggle, not exactly the same as the one he liked most, though it was close.
“Aliens,” she said, giggling again.
Naz snorted, the sound shocking him.
Meg cuddled closer, squeezing his middle. “I made you laugh.” She sounded proud of that.
Her head turned, and she kissed his shoulder, her lips brushing skin since he was only in his undershirt. It created tingles there, ones that thankfully didn’t shoot down to his dick.
She sighed out a happy sound, her nose nuzzling him before exhaustion dragged her under.