Chapter 8
RUDY
“Iknow you hear me, hooker!”
I sighed and finally stopped walking, letting Que run his annoying ass right into my back.
I knew he would knock me the fuck over, and right now, all I wanted to feel was the pain I deserved for losing sight of Prat.
The guys were too busy thinking of how to get their dicks wet, and that left me to keep everyone alive.
Que huffed and scrambled to straddle me on the ground, flipping my body over, despite me being bigger than him and the crazy redhead put together.
Que had the looks, Don and Con had the intensity, Dash and Vix were good with their hands, Blitz was good at… blitzing, Prat knew how to navigate, and I…
I knew how to fuck up.
Maybe I was feeling so on edge because the memories of Holly were pinging around in my head since Que said her name. Maybe it was from being jumped by some horny gremlin the second we sought safety.
Or maybe you’re just an idiot, Rudolph.
“C’mon, man. I’m sorry, okay? I know I put my foot in my mouth back there, but I didn’t have anything else to work with on short notice.”
“You put your dick in her mouth,” I said aloud, watching him trace the tattoos he knew were beneath my shirt with a fingertip.
“Yeah. She’s pretty good. Not as good as me, but you should really enjoy the moment and get that delicious cock wet while we wait for Prat to do his thing.”
I huffed in a breath, and Que poked at my nipple. Giving me those big, dumb puppy-dog eyes of his.
“Pretty please with a cherry on my cock?”
“I hate you,” I mumbled, and he ran his tongue up my neck.
“Oh, I know but your dick sure doesn’t, does it, Rue-Rue?”
Despite my irritation, I could feel myself hardening beneath him, my cock ready to give his ass a proper punishment for pissing me off.
“Get off me. We have shit to do.”
Que groaned in protest, grinding his thickening cock against mine while rocking his ass back and forth. “Or… we could fuck on her decrepit-looking floor and let the rest of the guys keep her occupied?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
Que grumbled and rolled off me. “Fine. But don’t go poking me in the middle of the night when you want your dick in my ass.”
I laughed, knowing damn well he wouldn’t withhold shit from me and he knew it too.
But just to prove a point, I stood up and slammed him into the wall beside a picture frame of the horny redhead and her old-ass grandma.
Watching the shock in Que’s eyes as I dragged my lips against his pissed-off ramblings and ground my knee over his cock.
“Keep telling yourself that, Thumper,” I hissed into his skin, hearing him moan. “You may just begin to believe it.”
His silence had my own cock throbbing in protest when I pulled away from him and his filthy fucking mouth.
“Now. You can pout in a corner and jerk yourself or you can be a good boy and help me map this place out.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Clearly you’re not going to settle down until we snoop on the poor girl’s life.”
I nodded, already studying the picture on the wall beside his head. It looked off, but I couldn’t tell what was wrong with it through the aged glass. Maybe they got hosed by a bad photo editing job. It’s like when you wanted a beach setting but only had a cheap backdrop in your yard to work with.
“Aw. She’s sitting with her Granny. Well, looks like that checks out, Grumpy-Pants. What’s next?” Que crooned, and I huffed. I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust anyone.
“Whatever. There’s something off about her.”
Que snickered and pinched my ass. “There’s something off about you and that’s what has me fucking addicted, so stop your complaining. Normal people are boring as fuck. ?Least this one can suck dick.”
“Do you ever think with the head on your damn shoulders, asshole?”
I ignored Que’s smart-ass remark—I didn’t have to hear it to know that’s what it would be—and instead went farther down the hallway.
My head felt floaty all of a sudden, and I shook it from side to side, trying to clear the fog.
All the pent-up anger and frustration must have been starting to get to me.
Happy fucking holidays.
I sighed. Maybe Que was right. Maybe I needed to see this for what it was. This girl, this cabin, could be a change of luck. A gift.
But just like any gift, I wanted to rip it open and see what was hidden inside first.