Chapter 10
Ethan
When we step out of the trees, and the rest of the campsite comes into view, I expect it to look different.
I feel different. But it all looks exactly how we left it.
People still sit by the fire, talking amongst themselves.
Kids laugh and play near their parents. No one is acting like we just cut up a body and have his meat in the fucking cooler I’m currently carrying.
Kayla drags me along behind her as she walks to her camper.
It's the one farthest in the corner. I’m not sure how I didn’t realize this earlier.
Sure, she seems like a recluse, but the distance from here to the carving site was very short.
I smirk at the thought of her planning every bit of this out.
Who was she going to kill if this person didn’t fall in her lap?
Would she have killed me? Or Jared. Or someone else we sat around the fire with.
I shake my head at those thoughts. I don’t want to think of her in that light. She just eats the meat. She isn’t a killer. Right…?
Kayla swings open her camper door and steps onto the first step, looking over her shoulder at me. “You still okay?”
I raise my brow. “Yeah.” Am I? I don’t know. Maybe the shock is starting to wear off.
We get the cooler inside, letting the door close behind us, and Kayla starts packing it into her freezer. I notice that there are already some bags inside, each one labeled with the date and weight of the person.
I lean against the counter and cross my arms. “You have done this before.”
She doesn’t look at me when she answers, just nods a simple yes before continuing to empty the cooler into the freezer.
I should be horrified. How many people has she eaten?
How many people has she killed? Does she have a type of person she likes to kill and eat?
I go to run my hand through my hair, but stop when I notice all the blood on my fingers.
I stare at the crimson stain in silence.
This is someone’s blood on my hands. Not deer blood.
Not animal blood. Human… and I didn’t even bat an eye. What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t realize when Kayla shuts her freezer and turns to stare at me.
“So… you have a look on your face, and I can’t tell if you are in shock or if you’re going to throw up.
” She grabs a rag from the counter and holds it out to me.
“Here, wipe your hands, then you can go take a shower.”
I wipe away as much of the blood as I can, but most of it is stained onto my fingers. My hands begin to tremble, but I hide them when I notice she’s still looking at me. “Why are you staring at me?”
She shrugs. “Because I can’t decide if you’re real right now,” she chuckles. “You just helped me cut that guy up and now… you’re standing in my kitchen. I feel…” she lets out a breath and runs her hand through her hair. “Weird.”
I smirk at her and take a step toward her.
But she doesn’t move from her spot, letting me crowd her space.
I slowly lift my hand to wipe the blood from her cheek, and she lets me.
Even leans into my touch slightly before noticing it herself.
I let my hand drop to my side and walk toward her bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”
She doesn’t say anything else as I step into the small room. Nothing more than a little sink, toilet, and a large enough shower for one person. I turn the water on, and it immediately gets hot. The steam billows over the top of the glass, fogging up the mirror on the wall.
I undress, making sure to stack my clothes neatly on the toilet so they don’t ruin her floor and step under the hot stream. The bottom of the shower turns a shade of red as the blood is washed off my hands onto the tile. How often does she do this?
Once the blood is washed from my skin and my hair is clean, I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. I let my red curls stick to the side of my head as I run my hand through them. I look like a mess. But a freshly showered mess, I guess.
Realizing that my clothes are still dirty, I don’t want to put them back on. So I step back out into the camper with just the towel on. Her gaze goes right down to my crotch as I step out, and I smirk. “See something you like?”
Her eyes snap to mine, and she grimaces. “No, I just wasn’t expecting you to be naked when you came back out.”
I shrug. “My clothes are still dirty. What am I supposed to do about that?”
She sighs, grabbing a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts from a drawer by her bed. “Here, these might be a little big, but they should fit well enough.”
I raise my brow, looking at the clothes. “Are those from someone you killed?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “No, my dad’s clothes are still in here.”
Relief floods my system as I take the clothes offered and pull the shirt over my head.
She steps around me, making it a point not to touch me as she squeezes past toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower now. I’ll be right back.”
When the door closes, I let the towel fall and pull on the shorts, making myself comfortable. A moment later, I hear the water turn back on and the shower door close.
I look around the small space, sitting on the edge of the bed. Everything about this place looks normal. It doesn’t look like what I thought a killer’s camper would look like. A book sits on the small table. A folded blanket rests near the window, and a pair of hiking boots sits by the door.
It just seems so fucking normal.
The water shuts off, and a moment later, Kayla steps back into the camper wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. Her damp hair clings to her shoulders. She pauses for a moment when she sees me sitting on the bed.
“I figured you would be gone by now,” she mumbles, walking toward the living area.
I lean back on my hands. “Why?”
She shrugs, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a swig from it. “Most people would have run away from me, Ethan.”
I laugh, running my hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, most people wouldn’t kiss a man while butchering a body either.”
She throws the water bottle at my head, but I catch it before it makes contact. “I didn’t kiss you first!”
I stand, quickly closing the distance between us and scoop her into my arms. I press her body against the counter and push open her legs, resting my body between them.
We are only inches apart, our breath colliding together between us.
“Maybe you should have. I did help you after all, it’s the least you could do. ”
I gently run my hand up her arm to the back of her neck and grip her.
She leans against my arms, her thighs tightening slightly around me like she wants to hold me to her but is fighting it.
But I don’t let her fight it. Instead, I take charge.
I lean in, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted to.
And when our lips meet, she melts against me.
Our kiss starts out slow, deliberate. But soon turns wild as she fists her hand through the back of my hair and holds me to her.
She opens her mouth, letting me explore her with my tongue as I lift her off the counter and walk her to her bed.
She lands on it with a huff, but I don’t let her squirm away as I grab onto the bottom of her shorts and yank them down her legs.
Then I kneel on the floor between them and lick my lips. I bet she tastes so sweet right now.
She doesn’t fight me when I spread her wide so I can see how her pussy glistens in the moonlight for me.
She is soaking wet, and I can’t wait to taste her any longer.
I dip my tongue between her folds and suck her clit into my mouth.
She whines as I make contact, one hand gripping the sheet and the other still in my hair.
I love the way she tugs at my curls, the feeling sending tingles of pleasure down my spine.
I growl against her pussy, the rumble sending a vibration through her clit, making her legs shake around my shoulders. She’s close. I can tell by the way her pussy sucks my finger in when I press inside of her. I want to feel her squeeze my cock just the same.
Pushing my free hand under her hips, I grab onto her ass and squeeze hard.
She writhes against me, fighting against my face to push me off of her.
“It’s too much. Too much. I’m going to…Ethan!
” she cries out as her orgasm pushes through, her pussy spasms around my fingers, gripping me tightly until I can barely push in and out of her.
“That’s right, little killer. Give me all you got.”
I don’t let up, lapping at her sensitive clit until she is nearly begging me to stop. Then I release her, leaning back on my haunches and pulling my cock free. I pin her in place as I climb onto the bed, resting between her legs with my cock in my hand. Then I look at her. “Is this okay?”
She nods frantically, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer. “More than okay,” she breathes.