Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
King
Iraise the CB radio. “Air Force Fun to RV There Yet, do you copy? Over.” I release the button and wait. Jim said he needed to talk to me after the event, and I’m just killing time at the front of his bus while he puts his bird to bed.
Static crackles before Josie’s voice comes over the speaker right as Jim returns to my side. “RV There Yet to Air Force Fun, I copy. Now hurry back over here so I can grease your cock with my—”
My hand whips forward and kills the power. Jim clears his throat and looks anywhere but at me.
“Glad to see things are improving between the two of you,” he says. “Have you discussed the sloth with her? Is she more amenable to relinquishing her into my care?”
“Not sure,” I say with a shrug. “We haven’t discussed it much. I’d planned to at the dinner with Grim and Rose, but we nearly died, so it slipped my mind.”
Jim folds his arms over his chest and pouts. “You aren’t trying to help me get the sloth. You aren’t helping the Carter children reconnect. You aren’t doing—”
“That’s a load of codswallop, and you know it. She’s already agreed to consider giving you the sloth. As for the Carter children, you saw how Frankie reacted today. The girl was over the moon, and we made that happen. We gave her that moment back.”
“We never should have robbed her of it in the first place.”
I close my mouth. I have no rebuttal for that. He’s right. It’s our fault Frankie’s father never showed up at that Father’s Day picnic. We didn’t think it wise. We didn’t want anything to interfere with our results.
That was well before the results stopped being important to us.
“Once they know the truth, they can’t be angry with us,” I say. “You saw Frankie today. They’re coming around.”
Jim sighs and tips his head against the seat. “Yes, I saw her, and yes, they can and will be angry. Haven’t you considered how horribly betrayed they’ll feel once they know the truth? The more I think about it, the more I wonder if we shouldn’t just make something up. They’re so happy now.”
I sit forward in the seat and notice that the radio is still on.
I must have pressed a different button, silencing Josie’s end.
Now I click off the radio. “Absolutely not. We’ve done enough lying, and at the end of the trip, that comes to an end.
If that means they decide to kill me because of the part I’ve played—”
“Kill us,” Jim says. “I won’t deny my hand in it.”
I rise and head for the door. “If we’re done going around the mulberry bush for the fifteenth time, I’m heading back to my RV.”
“That’s not all.” Jim pulls a folder from his suit. “I have the next set of letters. I couldn’t bring myself to read these, but we need to figure out what to do for the boys. They’ll be tougher to get on our side. Because of her line of work, Frankie will at least understand why we did this.”
I take the folder and tuck it under my arm. “I’ll get right on it. Nothing beats reading about how much my children hate me, after all.”
Josie’s head bobs in my lap. It’s a glorious distraction from the folder I hid inside the closet.
I’ll have to wait until she’s asleep before I go rifling through those letters.
Right now, I want to focus on choking her with my dick.
Anything to keep from thinking about how I’ll convince the four Carter siblings that what we embarked on all those years ago wasn’t a colossal mistake in every way.
Only in the ways that mattered.
My hand winds through her loose locks, and I pull the red strands taut.
She’s a vessel to receive all of my frustrations, and I plan to fill her.
I rock her up and down, and she lets me use her like a good little toy.
Tears stream from the corners of her eyes.
Her throat convulses around the head of my cock, and my teeth clamp together.
When she said she planned to repay me for saving their lives, she meant it.
This might be the most enthusiastic blow job I’ve ever received.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “That’s it, my beauty. Choke on me.”
I hold her head in place as I greedily fill her throat. She swallows every drop and sits back, gasping for air. She’s so pretty when she’s red in the face and completely used up.
“So, where are we headed now?” she asks once she’s swallowed.
Leaning forward, I give her cheek a caress. “We’ll make a stop in Texas, then off to Arizona for an event and a well-earned rest at another campground.”
She rests her face against my palm and peers up at me. Her breasts push together as she leans forward, putting her lips against my knee. She leans back. “I like the sound of that. What sort of sexual adventures will we get into there?”
“I’ve been doing a bit of thinking, and I’ve come up with something we haven’t yet tried. Have you any interest in being chased?”
She sits back, pulling her warmth from me. “I haven’t really thought about it.”
I lean back on my elbows on the mattress.
“We don’t have to explore that if you aren’t comfortable, and understanding your past, I could see how this might be less than agreeable.
It’s not as if we haven’t loads of other sexual corridors to peek into before this trip ends.
I just thought this one might be interesting new territory. ”
Josie climbs beside me on the bed and curls against my side. I hate how perfectly she fits. I hate how my eyes close.
She rests her head on my chest and splays her hand over my stomach. “I might be persuaded to try being chased, but we’d have to have a safe word. Any ideas?”
My eyes pop open. “Squash casserole.”
“That’s stupid,” she says.
I place my hand over my face. “No, Chef is making squash casserole for dinner before we set out. Josie, we never disposed of the pussy-pickled squash.”
She sits up, already searching for her clothes. I’m right behind her.
We have to get rid of the food before he serves it to everyone. While the thought of eating something I fucked her with is a major turn-on, I doubt everyone else would feel the same.
Once we’re dressed, we hurry to Chef’s bus. I’m relieved to see he isn’t inside, but less so when I realize that someone else is.
“Bennett?” I say as I step into the bus.
He’s standing on the other side of a partition, his lower half obscured from view. As he spins to face me, a golden object drops from his hand, and Cat rises from behind the partition, swiping her mouth.
“It’s not what it looks like!” he yells as he fastens his pants.
Josie sniffs the air. “Is that honey?”
Cat covers her face and groans. “I really hate that we keep meeting like this,” she says into her palms. “We have self-control, I promise.”
“No judgment from me,” Josie says. “We’re actually here because—”
“Because we just had sex, and now we’re starving,” I say before she can turn us into the next punchline.
Josie rolls her eyes. “Yes, we’re starving, and we heard that Chef Maurice made one hell of a squash casserole for dinner.”
“You fucked the squash, didn’t you?” Cat says with a wrinkle of her nose.
Josie bites her lip. “We did.”
“Ha!” Bennett says, pointing his finger into my face. “Who’s the freaky little food fucker now?”
I point at Josie. “That would be her.”
Josie swats my finger out of the air and ventures around the partition in search of the casserole. She finds it in the oven, with fifteen minutes left to go on its timer.
“Good luck to the two of you,” Bennett says. “We’re headed back to our RV to finish what we started. I’d advise making tracks before that casserole timer goes off. Chef isn’t far off, and the moment he hears it, he’ll come running.”
“Don’t forget your toppings,” Josie says with a smirk as she picks up the bear-shaped bottle of honey and holds it toward them.
Bennett snatches it from her hand, and he and Cat exit the bus, leaving us alone with the casserole.
“Do we just take it with us?” Josie asks as she pulls it from the oven. “Seems a perfectly good waste of food.”
I wrinkle my nose. “It’s squash casserole. It’s already a perfectly good waste of food.”
“Fair.” Josie sets the massive glass pan on the counter, then turns to face me. “We still have thirteen minutes, you know.”
I step into her, already knowing what she’s implying. She kicks the oven door shut while keeping her eyes on me. As I bend down to nip her neck, she turns her head, giving me more skin. I suck that tender flesh and fill my hands with her breasts.
“Another race against the clock?” I whisper against her heated skin.
She nods, and her greedy little hands reach for my cock. I’m sorry to disappoint her, but I’m spent after she sucked every ounce of pleasure from me. I can manage a pathetic semi at best, but it won’t be enough for her.
“Fuck, I need to be filled,” she whines. “Find something to stuff inside me. Just . . . not squash.”
I glance around the bus, keeping my eyes away from anything edible for fear of repeating history. I also avoid looking at the timer. If we have ten minutes or ten seconds, it doesn’t matter. I’m not leaving this hovel on wheels until she comes.
My gaze lands on a purple toothbrush holder on the counter.
Odd place to keep a toothbrush, and an odd color choice for Chef, but no matter.
We don’t need what’s inside. I only plan to make use of the tubular case.
It’s not as girthy as I am, but it’s long and firm enough to get the job done, and the silicone texture won’t be uncomfortable.
“At least wash it first,” Josie says.
I hurry to the sink and give it a good cleanse. It’s not our finest moment, but needs must. And my beauty needs.
She’s already out of those tiny denim shorts by the time I turn around. I hoist her onto the counter and slide her ass right to the edge. She spreads her pale thighs, and I witness perfection as she drags her fingers through her soaked slit with a breathy moan. Her fingertips come away glistening.
“It always gets me so wet when you use me like you did earlier. It won’t take long to make me come.”
I like the sound of that.