Chapter 6
QUE
I’d fucked up.
Like convincing your best friend to cover up a murder, only to have someone find the body you buried in the woods and have it land you both in prison with a life-sentence sort of fucked-up.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Probably not the last either.
Someone had to protect the fucker from himself. Or at the very least, try.
I could tell by the look Rudy was giving me—a mix between I’d kicked his puppy and he was about to kick mine—that he wasn’t happy with me right now.
My knee twisted inwards at the thought.
Guess some part of me knew I deserved it if he did kick me.
I never should have mentioned Holly. But the best lies were always the ones that were closest to the truth.
He knew that as well as I did. It was also the only excuse I could come up with on short notice.
One that made it sound like the rest of us were available, and he wasn’t.
The big guy had trust issues. Not that I could blame him. I would have ?em too if I were him. Lucky for everyone, I wasn’t him and could think quick on my toes. Apparently not quick enough though, seeing as Red was climbing him like a Christmas tree the moment she’d gotten him alone.
That wasn’t my fault. I mean, how was I supposed to know she would take it as a challenge?
It didn’t matter. This cabin, this girl, none of it was long term. We just needed Prat to get his ass back here and wait for the storm to pass, and we’d all be on our merry way again. Until then, Grumpy-Pants just needed to keep the peace with our fiery little hostess.
Was the girl a tad off the walls? Sure, but there wasn’t one of us here who wasn’t.
“You and me, talk later,” Rudy mumbled under his breath at me, snatching a cookie out of Dash’s hand when he wasn’t looking.
“Hey!” Dash started to protest. Rudy shot him another glare, and Dash zipped his lips.
I sent Rudy back a mock salute before sidling up next to Nickie, her cheeks puffed out to twice their size and her fingers covered in sugar. She peered over at me through her lashes as she licked ?em clean, one at a time. Ensuring she didn’t miss any of the nooks and crannies.
I grinned, swiping my thumb over the empty plate and dusting it across the crotch of my jumpsuit. “Oh, would ya look at that? You missed one.”
“Did I?” she hummed.
“You did.” I laid a hand on the top of her head and slowly pressed down until she was on her knees, a sea of red cascading over her back and kissing the floor as she repositioned herself in front of me.
I didn’t have to say anything else before her fingers were snapping my jumpsuit open and tugging it—and my underwear—along my thighs, my cock popping free and bouncing between us. I swiped up more sugar, drawing rings around the girth from base to tip until it resembled a cock-shaped candy cane.
“Merry-fucking-Christmas,” I mumbled to myself while one of the twins started chanting, “Jingle bells, Rudy smells, Que’s about to get laid!”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Rudy grunted from somewhere behind me, the scraping of chairs against the floor telling me a few of the guys were saddling down and watching. Which was fine with me. My ass enjoyed an audience. My cock did too.
I offered him a thumbs-up and a groan when Nickie bent forward to run her tongue along that large vein at the bottom. “What best men are supposed to do, taking one for the team, Rue-Rue.”
Whatever he grumbled in reply was covered up by a wet, slurping sound as Nickie took me all the way back into her throat. Her head bobbing up and down and her tongue twisting ?round and ?round.
Maybe Rudy was right. Maybe this chick was a succubus because it sure as hell felt like she was trying to suck my soul from my body.
I reached out a hand, attempting to grab on to a wall or the counter and nearly tripping on the clothes bunched up around my ankles when she hollowed out her cheeks at the same time she crept an arm behind me and stuck a finger up my ass.
All I could find was the top of a chair, so I held on to that for dear life and made that sound low in my throat, the one I usually made when Rudy was pounding me from behind.
My cheeks clenched and my knees buckled, while this girl continued to choke me down and spit me back up as though I was one of those little Vienna sausages you pulled out of a can.
I wasn’t. And I’d pull out a ruler to prove it as soon as I could feel my legs again.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I hissed out, grabbing the back of Nickie’s head and quickly coming down her throat in spirts. She slurped that up just as easily.
When I turned back around, Don and Con were sitting on the couches with their cocks fisted, Blitz was in the corner with a hand shoved down his pants, and Rudy was nowhere to be found.
“Fuck.” I pulled my jumpsuit over my ass and tied the sleeves around my waist. It wasn’t that Rudy couldn’t look out for himself.
He was better equipped at that than most people.
It was that he didn’t care to do it when he was all up in his head.
He was also worried about Prat. I could see it in his eyes.
No man left behind, I repeated his stupid mantra. Even if that meant risking his own neck to do it.
“Hey, Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Dim,” I yelled out to the twins while making my way towards the back of the house. This cabin wasn’t all that big. There were only so many places our fearless leader could be hiding. “Do me a favor and take care of Red.”