Chapter 5
Nick
She's a fucking psychopath, clearly.
Who the fuck walks out into the woods without a shred of clothing on in thirteen-degree weather?
I shimmy my jeans up my hips, tucking my blood-streaked cock back into my boxers and groaning at the shrinkage.
It's fucking freezing out there. I have half a mind to just let her fucking go and try to get home on her own, but I know better.
She won't make it home if I let her go like that.
Besides, if she did make it home and shows up at her front doorstep fucking naked, covered in blood and snow and cum, God only knows what her mom will do about it.
If I get to talk to her first, I know she'll keep it a secret, to protect herself from the shame of giving it up to me so easily.
I barely even had to try.
Of course, Cole's eggnog concoction helped with that compliance... maybe a little too much. I'd have liked to have her run her hands through my hair or dig her nails into my flesh, but I guess I can't have it all. I got pretty damn close, though.
Cole and Brant want their turn, and I'm ready to get home and wash her dirty fucking blood off of me. No chance that's virginal blood; Noah was my best friend. He would have told me if he wasn't getting it in.
Admittedly, I had to pry details from him a lot, but he told me on multiple occasions about how good it was with her, how soft and sweet she was, how wet her pussy got for him, how loud she moaned.
The night is silent when I step out from the sanctuary, leaving a creepy version of Carol of the Bells playing on her phone in the vacant room.
I take a shortcut, opening the emergency exit into the dark night and scanning the snowy landscape in search of them.
Big spotlights illuminate the perimeter of the church, providing enough light for the security cameras to capture everything. I'll have to be sure to erase those before we leave; I don't need my dad asking questions.
Beyond the perimeter, though, the night is dark. I can't see anything— not Nikki, not Brant or Cole.
I take a few steps, bracing my arms around myself to try and ward off the chill. Even with my jacket on, I can't fend off the cold seeping into my bones.
It's the motion that lets me see where they are, a small blip in the distance, but I don't see her, even as I get closer.
It's not until I'm feet away from them that I realize why I can't see her; she's pressed into the snow, deep enough that it wraps around her.
With her limbs splayed, she looks like she's just trying to make snow angels, but Brant is situated between her thighs, thrusting sloppily into her, already near orgasm by the sound of his ragged breaths.
I haven't even been gone for five minutes.
It's pathetic, and yet I'm sort of grateful. I want to get this over with.
Brant and Cole both seemed to get great pleasure from watching me with her—they both touched themselves at different points— but watching Brant fuck her does nothing for me.
Cole was right about her being a dead fish.
It would be far more interesting if she'd been lucid enough to react.
Even now, with the tip of her nose and her cheeks stained red from the wind chill, she isn't reacting.
She's just letting Brant ride her, fucking into her and moaning until his sounds turn to a series of pathetic whimpers and he moves off of her.
The glint of moonlight lets me see the stream of cum he left slipping out of her thighs. As warm as it is in that sweet, tight cunt, I bet the cold biting his ass overpowers the desire to stay inside her for a second longer than he has to.
“I loosened her up for ya.” Brant chuckles, shoving Cole forward.
Nikki doesn't move as Cole drops to his knees in a hurry, slipping his cock out of his jeans and lining it up with her battered cunt.
The sound that leaves her when he pushes in is soft, like she's too tired to groan or cry out, and Cole tilts his head down, pressing his forehead to hers like they're just lovers having a casual evening fuck.
His pale ass clenches and flexes with each of his movements, and she doesn't stir. I'd think she was dead if her eyes weren't open, she's so still and silent.
It's not at all sexy... there’s nothing hot about the moment— not when he closes his mouth around one of her nipples, or when he threads his fingers in her hair, lifting her head out of the snow and her heavy lids flutter.
"You good, snow angel?" I venture, edging closer to try and get her to see me. Maybe she can't hear— after all, she's had her head shoved in the snow for the last few minutes.
"Oh, Jesus." Cole groans, picking his pace up and letting her head drop back. She doesn't try to keep it upright; just lets it fall into the snowbank, the powdery snow parting around her.
"Jesus isn't here." I chuckle. "I bet he checked out the minute she let me slip those little pink panties off her hips."
She was such a good girl for me, making it so easy. I'm not sure she even realized what I was doing until I got her shirt off, but by then I'd already stripped her panties down her leg and pocketed them... and got my first glance at the tight little cunt between her legs.
I wouldn't have figured her as one who shaved down there, but I love the way it made her aroma so much more pungent.
"You're fucking sick." Brant laughs, shaking his head and blowing into his cupped hands to try and warm his nose.
"And you love it."
I get no objection from him as he smirks, stomping his boots to try and get his circulation going.
"Shoulda stayed in the church, huh, Nikki?" I shake my head, disappointed that she had to go and fuck it all up. She did so good at the start of it all.
I watch her fingers twitch and realize she's reaching out for something. My eyes track hers to the snow globe, lying on its side in the snow just a few inches away.
"This what you want?" I ask, stooping to pick it up. The glitter drifts through the water and a few seconds of some song plays, a weird, whining sort of mechanical noise that's somehow familiar.
"Damn, Cole." Brant whines. "Can't you hurry it up? It's fucking cold out here."
"It's fucking cold in here, too." Cole snaps. "Your cum was keeping me warm at first, but now it's just... cold."
I don't remember a ton about human biology, but I'm pretty sure she shouldn't feel cold... unless hypothermia is setting in. But if that was the case, she wouldn't be lying there so casually, taking everything like she does it just to help her sleep well at night.
She doesn't look like she's having fun, by any means, but she's not crying about it.
I bend down, pressing the snow globe into her fingers. I jump at the touch, nearly dropping it into her hand.
"Fuck." I mutter. "We gotta get her inside and warm her up quick."
"I'm almost there." Cole argues, tucking his chin and picking up his pace, pumping harder and faster.
"Think warm thoughts." Brant snorts, cupping his ears to try and offer them some warmth.
"I don't have time for you to fucking come." I shove his shoulder, trying to dislodge him. He only grips her thigh, pulling it up to allow him to sink deeper. "She's like a block of fucking ice."
"You're telling me." He groans, his hips snapping into her fast and rhythmic, nowhere near enough to release.
"Come on. You can fuck her later, but if she dies of hypothermia, you'll never get to finish."
"Says who?" Brant chuckles.
I turn my attention back to Nikki, lifting her face out of the snow enough to get a look at her. Her icy blue eyes are half lidded, and her lips are tinged purple, a weird contrast to the almost red splotches on her pale skin.
"Cole!" I warn, anger stealing into my voice as he ignores me, rutting into her and groaning.
"Scared she'll die?" Brant laughs. "What, you don't like killing anymore? You seemed to enjoy it last year when you pressed the barrel of a gun into her boyfriend's mouth."
I snap my head in his direction, pissed that he'd reveal that in front of her. Truthfully, I think she's too iced, literally and metaphorically speaking, to have heard me. But he said it too casually, and we promised not to talk about it in front of anyone, ever... much less her.
"Watch out!"
The warning comes a half second before I see the snow globe out of the corner of my eye, moving right toward my head.
I snatch it out of the air before I even have a chance to realize exactly what she was trying to do. This fucking bitch really had the audacity to try and hit me with it?
Anger eclipses everything inside of me, and I don't think.
I don't see her, I don't think about her.
I just heft it in my hands and bring it down against her skull, watching it shatter as it hits a metal clip in her hair, water and glitter and shards of glass slipping down her face, followed quickly by a trickle of red.
It's not much, but it's vibrant, crimson... fresh.
At last, Cole has scrambled off of her, grumbling about getting nicked by a glass shard, and the reality of what I just did washes over me. The cut on her forehead looks deep, and there are a few smaller scratches, too, shards of glass strewn over her cheeks like tears.
"Fuck. I'm sorry."
She doesn't say anything, doesn't try to fight me off as I dust the glass off her cheekbones.
Tiny slivers of it bite into my thumb and her skin, but blood doesn't flow from the small nicks as I try to undo the damage.
There's a sliver of it right in the corner of her eye; if she blinks, it will get in there and fuck her up. Damn her for making me do this.
"Damn it, Nikki." I growl, picking the sliver of glass from her eye without her so much as batting an eyelash at me.
"She's fucking dead!" Cole yells, scrambling back as his conviction settles in.
"She's not dead." I shake my head. "She's hypothermic. Her body shut down from the cold. We just have to get her inside and warm her up and she'll be fine. I didn't hit her hard enough to kill her..."
"Look how fucking deep you cut her!" Cole yells, pointing at her head, the gash wide open on her forehead.
I squint, because it's not bleeding that much, but then I see the piece of glass that got embedded deep, the bone white color of her skull that I recognize from when I shattered Noah's last year.
He's right.
She's fucking dead.