Chapter 13
Keith
Patting my forearm down with a towel, I hissed a bit as the stinging sensation raged throughout my arm. The aftermath of our kill had gone pretty well. We were able to dispose of all the evidence, including the car, and made it back safely to our homes. The problem was the cops would be snooping around soon, and I had to figure out a way to explain the newest gash on my head. The solution was easy enough; I kicked my bike over and scraped the hell out of my forearm and hands. My story would be that my bike slid on some gravel while I was trying to get it moving, and I dumped it, hitting my head and scraping my arm. As much as it pained me to do that intentionally, a quick insurance claim would give that beauty a whole new paint job.
Wrapping a towel around my lower half, I stepped out of the bathroom, and a cloud of hot steam followed me. Taven was sitting on the couch, staring at a blank TV screen. I frowned. He was ruthless in most cases; he beat people’s asses without a second thought and killed men before. This, however, was a whole new ball game. I wasn’t sure if it was the gruesome nature of our latest project, but my partners in crime seemed to be shaken by the events of the day prior. And who was I kidding? I didn’t get a decent night’s sleep since the entire ordeal started.
Running my hand through my wet hair, I sat next to Taven, but he barely acknowledged me. He was somewhere far away, off on another planet, trying to mentally escape our morbid actions. Leaning against him, I squeezed his thigh and offered a goofy grin. “Penny for your thoughts?”
He looked at me. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” His voice was low and distant.
I ran my nose gently along the side of his face. When I reached his ear, I whispered, “How about I make you forget all about it?”
His eyes told me he knew exactly what I meant. “I’m not even prepped.”
I grinned. “What do you think was taking me so long in the shower? I’m squeaky, squeaky.” I winked, but he didn’t seem amused. So, I tried another approach. “I know it’s technically my turn to top but…” My hand slid up his shirt. “Let me take care of you. And I promise if you’re a good boy, I’ll tie you up later.”
That got a reaction. Taven and I worked so well with each other. We both had a BDSM kink, mine being stronger than his. I liked to be the dom barking orders, and he wanted to be the tied-up sub. When it was his turn to be in control, he enjoyed being gentle and calm, slowly driving my body to the brink of madness until he made me cum.
Staring into my eyes, he ran his finger near the newest gash on my head. “It could have been so much worse than what it was, Keith. I just don’t think I can get in the mood.”
Groaning, I got up and straddled him before he could scoot away. Cupping his face, I pulled him to me. “Since when can that cock tell me no?” I snorted. “Shit, that little guy hasn’t been able to tell me no since we were fifteen.” He remained silent as he gripped my hips tightly through my damp towel. “Come on, baby,” I whispered, sliding from his lap and tugging at his hand.
With a soft smile, he humored me. Since I wasn’t completely confident he was ready to play, I let the towel drop and walked into the bedroom. I paused, making sure he was following me as I intended. The moment he hit the threshold, I bounced onto the bed and turned to him, taking him in with hungry, raw desire.
Pulling the T-shirt from his body, he dropped it recklessly on the already cluttered floor as he stood at the foot of the bed. His hand reached into the soft fabric of his sweatpants and began stroking himself. Licking my lips, I rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of cherry-flavored lubricant. With a grin, I tossed it to him, and he caught it with his free hand.
Dropping his pants, he slid onto the bed, focusing his dark brown eyes on my body while pouring some lube onto his shaft. Scooting closer, he dribbled some onto me, and I hissed at the cold gel. Taven’s massive body was only inches from mine, and my cock grew hard with anticipation. He nibbled on my neck, and I felt the head of his erection try to penetrate my glossy hole. This was the hardest part, something Taven and I called “breaking the seal.” Once he got past the tight ring, it was pure bliss. The male G spot truly was the prostate, and I’d fight anyone who tried to argue with me.
With another soft thrust, he fully sheathed his cock, and I groaned with delight. My nails dug at his back, and he filled me with soft, gentle thrusts. Taven was a lover when it came to sex. He adored the sensation of closeness.
“You were right,” he whispered in my ear.
“I’m always right,” I groaned, letting my lower lip run along his neck.
“I needed you.” He breathed, this time thrusting in harder.
I smiled at him, biting my lower lip and letting out a soft moan. Taven and I had been an item for a very long time. Our fathers were best friends, so we grew up together. We shared our first kiss at ten. When our parents found out, we were punished, so we didn’t do it again for years. At thirteen, our sexual curiosity got the best of us, and we gave each other our very first blowjobs. At fifteen, we had sex for the first time. We became an unofficial couple when I had my heart ripped out by one of my girlfriends. It was “unofficial” because we liked to live by the rule, if you know, you know. We simply never announced it; if people found out, we didn’t deny it. We weren’t ashamed of it; we simply didn’t like to put a label on it.
Taven picked up the pace, and I hissed, digging my nails into his back. My toes curled every time he rubbed me just the right way. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my back arched; I groaned as he sat up, stroking my cock with his free hand. I propped up on my elbows, watching him. His wild eyes locked onto mine, and I gritted my teeth. A monstrous growl escaped my lips as I fell back against the bed, a load of cum glazing my stomach as I reached my peak. After a few moments, he let out his own whimper as he hit his climax. His body stiffened until he gently collapsed on top of me. His lips found mine, lingering for a long while until we heard a loud bang on the front door.
Taven rolled off and looked through the bedroom door. “What the fuck?”
I didn’t blame him for his irritation; the last thing I wanted to do was entertain company. Letting out a groan, I slid off the bed, picked up a discarded shirt, and wiped myself off the best I could before putting on a pair of sweatpants. Going to the front door, I peered outside. “Fuck.”
“Who is it?”
I turned, putting a finger to my lips. “Cops.”
Taven ran his hand through his small locs before picking up his pants. I pressed my lips to his ear. “I’ll go talk to them. Remember, they don’t separate us, and they don’t come in. Just remember our story, and we’ll be fine. They ain’t got shit on us.” Before answering the door, I texted Zane to warn him and told him to roll on over. It would be better if they talked to us all at once.
Opening the door, I peeked my head out, rolled my eyes, and slid my body through the thin crack, closing it securely behind me. “Detective Chin. Long time no see.”
The cop crossed his arms, giving me a once-over. His partner, whoever they were, was doing the same thing. “Why don’t you call your butt buddy out here so we can talk to him, too?” He smacked his lips excessively as he chewed on a piece of purple bubble gum.
I rolled my eyes and cracked the door open. Taven was already standing behind it, so there was no need to call for him. Together, we braced ourselves to confront the two officers. “What do you want?” my friend asked, narrowing his eyes.
“What happened to your head, Keith?”
Shrugging, I nodded to where my motorcycle was parked. “Dumped my bike.”
Chin nodded slowly, snapping a bubble. “I see. Where were you two the night of the fifth?”
I offered a cocky grin before glancing at Taven. “I have no idea.”
Chin scowled. “Don’t fuck with me, McKnight. Where were you and your boyfriend on October fifth?”
I wanted to reach over and slap the man. He didn’t say boyfriend because he knew Taven and I were an item; he was saying it to be a homophobic prick. “I have no clue. I slept since then.”
“Stop fucking with me, you white trailer trash piece of shit!” he growled.
My nostrils flared. “Dude, I don’t even know what today is. I need to know a day of the week, not the fucking number.”
“Thursday. Where were you last Thursday?”
I had to force myself not to grin. Obviously, on Thursday, I was out kidnapping our first victim and gutting her like a fish. “We were here. We stayed in to watch TV,” I lied. We intentionally didn’t have an alibi for that night. I felt like if we had a place to be for every single murder, it would make us seem more suspicious than not having one for that first day.
“What about Friday night?”
This one I had an alibi for. “ We went out to the Nutcracker, picked up a chick, banged her brains out, then went back to the bar.” I rubbed my chin. “I remember that night very well.”
Before Detective Dipshit could ask any more questions, Zane pulled into the driveway on his Harley. Clapping his hands together, Chin walked towards him. “It looks like the trio of stooges is now complete. Where were you Thursday, Rogers?”
Zane pulled off his helmet and quickly put on a pair of sunglasses. He looked at me for a moment before offering a cocky smile to Detective Chin. “I was helping my dear old nanna fix her kitchen floor.”
“What about Thursday night around three AM?”
“Asleep. I crashed out there. Why?”
Stepping in, I asked, “ Yeah, what is this about Danny boy?”
Detective Chin’s humor drained from his face. “You know exactly what this is about McKnight. I’m onto you. You won’t get away with this.”
I rolled my eyes as if his words didn’t affect me. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”
“Where were you yesterday around noon?” he demanded, gritting his teeth.
I leaned down to look him in the eye. “Heartsberg Pumpkin Festival. All three of us decided to take a nice Sunday ride.”
He smirked and motioned for his partner to follow him. As he reached his vehicle, he stopped and shouted, “Don’t leave town, McKnight.”
When they finally drove off, Taven muttered, “What do we do now?”
“We stick to the plan.”