6. Austin
Austin
M cKenna didn’t know I was already in the diner by the time she locked the front doors after the last patron had left. Marv had driven away hours ago, and the only other waitress who’d been here with McKenna had walked out with their last customer. Which left her all alone—exactly how I wanted her.
I adjusted the skeleton mask over my face as I watched her come through the kitchen doors with a handful of plates. She was so confident that no harm would come to her that she didn’t so much as glance at the shadows in the room.
After she placed the plates in the dishwasher, she grabbed the bucket of ice off the metal table and headed for the freezer. Their ice machine had supposedly stopped working months ago, so they had to buy bags of ice at the store and keep them in the freezer.
She left the door to the freezer open behind her, and I took the opportunity to silently follow her inside. She was on the other side of the small gray room when I shut the door, closing us in.
The small click had her whirling to face me, her hand plastered over her heart as the bucket crashed to the floor. She let out a curse, but then the surprised look on her face eased slightly when she realized it was me.
“Haha. Very funny, Austin.” Despite the calm tone she tried to use, I could hear the lingering fear in her voice. I fucking reveled in it.
McKenna bent to grab the bucket off the floor, goosebumps riddling her skin from the frigid temperature.
There were shelves lined with frozen meat, vegetables, fruits, and butter.
An oddly sour smell laced the cold air, but it didn’t hide her strawberry scent.
And as I slowly prowled across the freezer toward her, that sweetness only became stronger.
Once I was at her side, I grabbed her arm and hauled her up, leaving the bucket and ice where they were.
She let out a small gasp that turned into a shriek as I spun her, shoved her shoulders down, and bent her over.
She slammed her hands onto the shelf, looking over her shoulder at me with pure hatred in her gaze. “What the fuck, Austin?”
But I was tired of playing. Tired of her avoiding the obvious. If she wanted out of this, she’d have to fight me.
I fisted the edge of her skirt and yanked it up, exposing her ass. She tried to stand, but my other hand shot to the back of her neck, holding her in place. “If I wanted you all for myself, this would be the perfect time.”
I smoothed a hand over her ass, entranced by the tiny bumps that peppered her skin from the cold. I wanted to see more of her body reacting. Piss her off like she pissed me off.
I quickly bent, retrieving an ice cube from the ground, then returned to my position behind her.
“Get the fuck off of me,” she gritted out, trying to jerk away, but I didn’t let her. She’d have to try a lot harder than that.
I hooked a finger under her lacy pink thong, the ice cube cupped in my palm as I pulled the fabric away from her skin. “Did you wear this for the man who wants you dead?”
She let out a huff, seemingly giving up some of her fight—for now. “Maybe I did.” My teeth clenched together so hard, they nearly broke. “Would that piss you off?”
“Yes,” I admitted. There was no hiding that.
She let out a small chuckle despite her vulnerable position. Perhaps she liked this. “I wanted his dick hard when I chopped it off. Makes the cut cleaner.” She said this as if she had a hobby in slicing dicks.
“So violent, kitten.” I pulled the fabric away from her hole, watching as it flexed. If my balls weren’t on fire earlier, they sure as fuck were now. “But you have your role to play, and it’s not getting anywhere near whoever is threatening you. That’s my job.”
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” she snapped, hands gripping the metal shelf in front of her. But still, she didn’t fight. The knowledge sent satisfaction and irritation coursing through me. I wanted her to stop being careless, but I also wanted her pliant…just for me.
“Do you really want to sass me in this position, McKenna? ”
Her icy eyes met mine over her shoulder. “Well, I’m waiting for you to do something, and you’re boring me.”
That tongue of hers was getting her in trouble.
I supposed it was time for a little punishment.
I pulled her thong back farther only to let it snap back into place, right over that tight little hole of hers. Her body jumped, but before she could react further, I shoved the material aside and slipped the ice cube in her ass.
She let out a curse, but didn’t try to get away. She liked this. “Fuck, Austin!”
I grabbed her hip, holding her in place despite the fact she wasn’t even attempting to wiggle away.
In this position, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other keeping her ass high in the air, it’d be so easy to slip inside that glistening pussy of hers.
Because despite her verbal outrage at my intrusion of her ass, she liked what I was doing to her.
I could tell in the way her hole slowly relaxed, taking the ice cube deeper.
I wanted to fill her so fucking full, she couldn’t walk for days.
I needed to stop this before I took it to a level neither of us could walk away from.
Instantly, my hands fell away from her, and I took a step back. She stayed bent over, and I nearly groaned at the sight of her in that little uniform with her skirt pulled up and her ass on display, knowing it was filled with ice that was probably making her numb inside.
My tongue itched with the urge to lick the little droplet of water that escaped her hole, but instead, I watched as it slowly slid to the edge of her pussy and dripped to the ground between her shoes .
I nearly dropped to the ground, imagining myself laying between her legs and letting that drop hit my tongue.
My hands fisted, my fingers cracking with the act.
Fuck me .
I turned, storming for the door to the freezer. I couldn’t handle the sight of her like that any more. Not unless she was ready for me to bury my cock so deep in any one of her holes that she’d likely feel me for the rest of her goddamn days.
“You’re leaving?” Her voice was high pitch, disbelief lacing those two words, making me feel like shit for not going further.
No. No going further . I needed to get that possibility out of my fucking mind.
My hand wrapped around the handle, nearly tearing it from the door as I turned it.
“Austin!” She sounded more pissed than anything.
I didn’t look back as I left her there.
Didn’t let myself think twice as I shoved out the back door of the diner and exited the alley to the sidewalk, beelining for my truck.
But I did welcome the image of her bent over and exposed as I unzipped my pants and wrapped my hand around my cock in the driver’s seat. I hadn’t even bothered to turn on the vehicle. Didn’t care to crank the heat.
Not as I came to the very recent memory of her skin under my hand and the sight of her ass in the air.
With her name a strained plea on my lips.