Chapter 4 #2
That’s it, that’s exactly what she could do for me. I’d be able to have the best of both worlds. She’d be warm, soft and wet beneath me but she wouldn’t be dead.
I just need to find out if that’s something that she would be into, but how the fuck do you ask a woman something like that?
Hey so, I like to fuck dead things but I also kinda like you so.. how do you feel about playing dead instead?
No fuck, Kincaid get it—
“Do you think Cherry will let me pop her cherry?” Jay mutters as he shoves his elbow into my ribs. His eyes roam over her supple body as she leads us through the open plan kitchen and down towards the basement.
“No.” I say through gritted teeth.
“C’monnn.. I’ll dip in first and let you know what it’s like.” A darkness flashes across his eyes then I see the quick change in them as we enter the basement.
What the fuck was that?
It’s nothing like we haven’t seen before, seeing as this is what we do for a living but I wasn’t expecting this.. to come from her.
“I’m guessing all this blood isn’t from a little accident?” I say to Cherry. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and I don’t miss the way she tangles her fingers together, almost like she’s not wanting to admit what really happened here.
“No, no accident here.” She says, her gaze locked on mine before she flicks between the rest of us.
Kyro places his bag down on the floor in the only dry patch. “Someone piss you off?”
She lets out a small laugh and the sound feels like a punch to the gut. “Um, let’s just say they had it coming.”
This tiny, red-headed firecracker, killed someone?
Jay smirks and raises an eyebrow at her. “Well, remind me not to mess with you then.”
I catch the grimace on her face then it quickly changes into a small smile. “You’d do well to remember that, Jay.”
Well fuck me in the ass. I might have just fallen in love.
Albert clears his throat. “I think we’ll get started then we can get out of your hair.” He sends her a warm smile but I can clearly tell he’s pissed with us, maybe Jay more than anything but that’s not my problem.
Cherry crosses her arms over her chest, forcing her round breasts to squish together. It’s such an innocent act but I can feel my mouth beginning to water. Everything about her is sending me into a tailspin. She makes me feel all fuzzy and woozy.
Fuzzy and woozy? Really Kincaid?
“Sure, just give me a shout when you’re all done?” She says to Albert who simply nods, then tells us to get a move on.
We make quick work of unpacking our bags, pulling out various cleaning supplies and hazardous waste bags that we’ll need to burn later.
Once I’ve emptied my bag, I grab a clean mask and slip it over my face, leaving only my eyes visible.
The very same eyes that keep lingering over to Cherry.
She meets my gaze and I find myself watching her mouth with intent as she wets her bottom lip with her tongue.
Then she cuts the connection and drops her gaze before brushing past me to leave the basement.
I’m so fucked.
It takes us well over an hour to clean up the massacre in the basement.
“What the fuck even happened in here?” Jay questions as he starts to tie up the yellow bags— ten altogether form a line near the stairs that lead up to the kitchen.
Kyro finishes wiping over the metal table that sits in the middle of the room. “Fuck knows, but that woman is kinky.”
“And how do you know that?” I throw back, feeling my hackles rise even though I clearly don’t have the right to defend her.
Kyro rolls his eyes then lifts up the leather straps that are attached to the table, in his gloved hand.
“What could she possibly need these for, hm? Strapping down a Christmas turkey? I don’t think so. ”
Jay sniggers at the side of me. “They ain’t for no turkey, I’ll tell you that for free. I reckon she’s into some BDSM shit.”
The only reason I never noticed the leather straps is because of how much blood covered them and it was Kyro’s job to clean the table but now, you can’t miss them.
There’s two at the bottom where I would assume someone’s feet would go, then there’s two more further up, possibly to strap a body down.
For once, I’m thankful for the mask I’m wearing because the way I’m chewing on my bottom lip like a feral dog is truly embarrassing.
What would Cherry look like strapped to that table? The leather of the straps digging into her ivory skin as I feast on her. Or maybe I’d let her tie me down and beg her to have her way with me?
Cherry is clearly a dangerous woman, and one that I’d happily get into trouble with.
I shake the thought from my mind. “You guys are weird.” I say, trying to dismiss this whole conversation but it clearly blows back in my face as Jay looks at me with a pointed stare.
“Dude, we all saw the way you were practically fucking her with your eyes.”
Frustration bites at me like an annoying insect. “I wasn’t fucking any—“
“Who are we fucking?” Cherry cuts me off, causing us all to spin around and face her. She stands at the bottom of the stairs with Albert at her side. Clearly we were all too busy to notice him disappearing to let her know that the job was done.
Green orbs like dark forests clash with mine and I’m afraid if she stares too long, she might see who I really am, what I really am. So I drop my gaze and pull off the mask then shove it into my pocket. “No one.” I state.
Even though I wish you were fucking me.
“Yep. No shagging here but the offer is on the table if you wanna’ hit me up, darling?” Jay’s incessant flirting grates in my ears and I have to force myself to hold back from tearing him a new one, luckily Cherry does that all by herself.
She tucks her hair behind one ear and steps towards Jay, all the while Albert is shaking his head in annoyance behind her.
Toe to toe she stands with Jay, her bare feet, a vivid contrast to his boots.
She lifts her head to meet his gaze, a deadly confidence oozing out of her, then she rises on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear.
As she speaks silently in his ear, the teasing grin that pulls at his lips drops and his once tanned skin turns a deathly shade of white.
I’m eager to know what she's saying to him to cause this reaction. His jaw begins to tremble as she continues to whisper in his ear and just before she’s finished talking, she looks my way with a burning fire in her eyes. One that has my blood boiling beneath my flesh.
Cherry plants a deadly kiss on Jay’s cheek then steps back from him. “Do you understand me?” Her question is sharp, causing Jay to nod. “Ye.. yes, I understand.”
He trips over his own words and for the first time since working this job, I see true fear in his eyes.
“That’s a good boy.”
Fuck me, maybe I should have stepped out of line just so she could call me a good boy.
There’s a heavy silence between us, like we’re all afraid of speaking except for Albert. “I did warn you, Jay.” He tilts his head to the side but gets no response from Jay. His eyes are well and truly planted on the floor like a scolded child.
“Thanks for the clean up Albert, I really appreciate it.” Cherry speaks as if she didn’t just tear Jay a new asshole and we're all left bewildered at what the fuck just happened, except for Kyro of course.
”Well then, Miss Fuzzy Pussy is probably waiting for her daddy so can we please go?” With that, he collects his things and grabs a couple of the yellow bags then turns to face us before heading back upstairs. “Anyone?”
Cherry laughs then gestures for us to go back upstairs. “C’mon, we’d hate to make cat daddy late.”
“Thank you, someone who finally gets it.” Kyro says with.. is that a fucking smile?
What the fuck is happening right now?
Jay finally unsticks his feet from the floor but doesn’t utter a word as he grabs his bag, then a handful of the waste ones and heads upstairs behind Kyro with Albert following behind, leaving me and Cherry alone.
The energy around us crackles to life and I know I should leave but with the way Cherry is looking at me, forces me to stay in place.
She slowly closes the gap between us and I can feel my heart hammering against my chest. Her polished toes touch my boots and I have to lower my head just to meet her eyes.
“Is your name really Cherry?” I tip my head to the side, hands gripping the metal table behind me. She’s silent for a moment and I can see the way she’s pondering on the question.
“No,” she admits with a coy smile. “It’s Brynne.”
“Brynne,” I repeat her name as I lift my hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She closes her eyes for a moment at the gentle act. “I think I prefer that name.”
“Yeah? Not so keen on cherries then?”
Her tone is teasing and I find myself tracing her jaw with the backs of my fingers until I reach her plump lips. “I like cherries, but I find myself liking you more.”
The admission shocks me and I fear that maybe I’ve already said too much, but Brynne proves me wrong by wrapping her hand over mine to guide my thumb into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the digit and I let out a shuddering breath.
How can she have so much power over me?
Brynne gives my thumb a hard suck then slips it out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Maybe I prefer you too, more than cherries.”
“You don’t know anything about me?” I say with a seriousness in my tone.
Brynne shrugs her shoulders. “You’re right, but I know there’s something in you that isn’t afraid of the thing that lives in me.”
Her words ring true. They’re so true that it frightens me.
This dark creature scares the shit out of me, because she’s the only person I’ve ever met who, maybe, can see me for what I really am.