Chapter Thirty-Two
I don’t bother cleaning my dick up because time is of the essence. Plus, I like the evidence of our lovemaking smeared all over me. When I piss and can smell her, it makes my heart thump with pride.
Mine.
Destiny is mine.
If I keep fucking her so recklessly, I’ll put a baby inside her. That thought makes my dick thicken again, which is irritating. I have to leave, not go for a round two. With gritted teeth, I shove my cock into my jeans and carefully zip up so I don’t snag any skin.
After my shower, I yanked on a pair of jeans, not bothering with underwear, knowing my final destination was with Destiny. I didn’t even roll on socks. Just stuffed my big feet in my bulky, filthy boots, threw on a hoodie, and hightailed it over to her window.
I couldn’t even be bothered to wear a coat.
Fewer clothes to wrangle with, I guess.
Once I’m dressed, I take a moment to admire my girl. She’s sprawled out on her bed, one arm above her on the pillow, showing her armpit. My mouth waters to lick her there. It probably tastes like soap or deodorant, but I wonder if there’s a musk on her. I bet it tastes fucking good, too.
Her lips curl into a shy grin as if she has direct access to my sick brain. She lifts her other hand and crooks a finger for me to go to her. As if I’m tethered to her by an invisible strand, I stumble her way, aching for one more kiss, one more touch, one more whispered word of affection.
“I wish I had time to lick you clean,” I rasp out. “You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all day.”
Our lips meet for a gentle kiss and she smiles.
“One day,” she assures me, words full of confidence. “You’re my other half I didn’t know I was missing.”
I like the idea of completing her in some way. It has me believing we belong together in life, love, and our needy bodies.
We mess around and kiss some more, which leads to my fingers inside of her.
She whimpers and rolls her hips, chasing the delicious orgasm I can offer her.
It takes her longer than me, but I get her to where she needs to be, reveling in the soft whimpers she makes.
I definitely don’t clean my fingers after touching her because I have intentions on sucking them later to remain tied to this moment.
“You have to go or we’ll get caught,” she whispers. “I love you. Go.”
I kiss her once more, no doubt bruising her lips with mine, then slip as stealthily as I can out the window. Once the window is closed behind me, I quietly trek through the snow away from the cabin, back toward the RV. The biting cold is exactly what I need to cool the heat racing through my veins.
Can a man have too much sex?
Nah.
Not with Destiny. I’m dying for the day we can have sex all the time and whenever we damn well please. It’s stupid to have to play by the rules around here. And why does this shit have to be against the law?
A man should be able to love whoever the fuck he wants.
I just happen to love my sister.
Not a shit wrong about it either. At least, not in my head.
I’m almost to the RV when I hear something. A crack of a branch underfoot. Did Uncle Atticus catch me after all? In a way, I’m ready for the fallout so we can move past this shit.
I turn around, words of explanation on my lips, but they die out when I face down the barrel of a Glock.
What the fuck?
And it’s not Uncle Atticus. In fact, I don’t know who it is. It’s too dark and the man behind the weapon is wearing a white-and-gray camouflage snowsuit with a hood.
Seconds crawl by where I stare at him and he stares back at me.
My muscles twitch as I consider launching myself at him, but I’m frozen solid with his words.
“Don’t move, Rowdy. We’re taking a walk and you will comply. Otherwise, I will shoot you in the fucking face and when someone comes out at the sound of gunfire, I’ll shoot them too. I’ll keep shooting until they’re all gone. I have plenty of bullets.”
He pats his snowsuit pocket and grins at me.
It’s then I really focus on his features. I know him. For fuck’s sake, I know him.
Evan. I knew he would get me killed one day.
“You’re going to start walking toward the woods,” he instructs, jerking his head in that direction. “We can talk more where it’s safe. If we talk here, it’s going to get everyone you love killed.”
Swallowing down the bile of what that might look like, I give him a curt nod. “Whatever you say, Alex.”
I do as I’m told and start for the dense forest. All that can be heard is the distinct sound of boots on snow as we trudge away from the RV and cabin. I’m wearing no socks and a damn hoodie. It’s too cold for this shit. Real smart, Rowdy.
If I thought seeing Alex was a surprise, then I’d be a special kind of stupid.
After his threat at the party, Evan coming to see me would have triggered him into thinking the worst. That I’m sleeping with Evan.
Alex is too jealous for his own good. And here I was worrying about the dumb fuck.
All this time, he was just as bad as his partner.
“You don’t seem particularly alarmed,” Alex states once we’ve set off in the thicker part of the woods. “I’d expected more of a reaction.”
I grunt and shrug. “You had a gun in my face and told me not to react.”
“It’s more than that. It’s as if you expected this. The others sure as hell didn’t.”
Others?
“The Brawny Slasher,” I spit out. “Don’t you think you’re straying from your typical MO? I thought knives were your thing.”
He chuckles, the sound dark and demented. “Oh, I will have my fun carving you up. Don’t you worry. The gun is just a tool to get you somewhere where I can take my time. I’m going to really enjoy this.”
I could probably take off running, but I’d be at a disadvantage.
Alex has the weapons and can disappear easily if he wants to.
With my blue hoodie, I stand out against the white snow.
All I’ll earn myself is a bullet to the back, and quite possibly, having to listen to more bullets hit the ones I love.
Fuck that.
No running.
“How did you overpower those men you murdered?” I ask, teeth chattering as the cold sets in.
“Same way I overpowered you.” He huffs in derision. “Everyone is so compliant when they have a gun in their face. It’s a tool to get us to where we need to be. The knife is the artistic flair. A grand finale. Bloody beautiful.”
Did those other men in their last moments rack their brains in an attempt to somehow talk him out of it?
“Did you bash their faces in and rape them before or after they were dead?” My voice is cold and deep, devoid of emotion. If he thinks I’ll cry or beg, he’s got the wrong man. I’m a Jamison. That shit, we don’t do.
You used to beg for Evan to stop…
Anger flares up inside me, chasing away the usual fear Evan instills.
“They beg for my cock,” Alex says simply. “You will too.”
Over my dead body. Ahh, for fuck’s sake.
“All this because you’re jealous? What did those other men do to you?”
A boot to my back sends me flying forward. I hit the trunk of a thick tree with my shoulder. It knocks the breath out of me and my entire arm smarts in pain. I’m unable to catch my fall, landing on my hip in a snow drift, and sink several feet.
“You kicked me,” I hiss out, discreetly searching for a stick or a rock I can use against him. Just snow and a couple of leaves.
“You want to know what they did to me?” Alex asks, voice bordering on hysteria. “They touched what belongs to me.”
“Did they know they were fucking a cheater?” I grunt as I rise to my feet again, hating being at a disadvantage.
“Does it matter?”
“It matters to me. For the record, I didn’t sleep with Evan.”
Alex scoffs at me. “Liar. I track his phone. He was here. Just a few hours ago.”
“Man, I’m not lying. He came to threaten me. Broke my sister’s cane. That’s it.”
He’s quiet for a beat. My mind spins around and around, searching for any idea of how to get away from him without dying. No ideas. Not one.
“Even if I believed you,” Alex barks out, “it doesn’t matter.
I’m going to get rid of you once and fucking for all.
He’s obsessed with you. That’s why they all look like you.
I’ve been treating the symptoms when I need to get to the source.
You’re the source, Rowdy. And when you’re finally gone, Evan will stop this shit. ”
Lunatic.
Alex is batshit crazy.
People say I’m possessive with Destiny? Have they met Alex?
“If you’re fucking corpses, that means you’re a cheater too,” I goad, unable to stop myself.
This earns me another annoying kick to the back. Another fall to the ground. Another pain from another injury. This time a rock cuts my palm.
“They’re alive when I fuck them,” he snaps. “You will be too.”
I clean off my bloody hand in the snow and bore my gaze into him. “No one will ever do that shit to me again. Ever. Your psychotic boyfriend already took what he could. Maybe I allowed it when I was eighteen, but I’ll take every damn bullet in your gun before I allow you to do that to me.”
He sighs as if I’m bothering him. “I’ll fuck your cold, dead body then. Keep moving. You’re stalling. All it’s doing is prolonging the inevitable.”
I swivel around to face him and glower at him. “If the inevitable is to kill me, do it now. We’re far enough away. You won’t get caught.” I cock my head to the side. “You’re not Evan, are you? Do you like to toy with your victim first?”
Alex glares at me silently.
“You know those poor guys you killed? It was a waste. They meant nothing to Evan,” I continue against my better judgment. “I imagine he was thinking about me when he got laid.” I flash Alex a teasing smile that I know will set him off. “In fact, I bet Evan thinks of me when he fucks you—”
Bang!
The shot whizzes past my head and makes my ears ring. I don’t stop to check to see if it grazed me because I have one goal in mind.
Take Alex down.
He tries to shoot me again, but I’m faster, ducking low and hard. I can thank Wild for teaching me that football move when we were kids. My already aching shoulder flares with pain when it crashes into his ribcage. I tackle the crazy fucker into the snow.
Another loud bang has me jolting and trying to find his arms in the snow drift we’ve fallen into. Seconds race by as we struggle over the weapon. I’m stronger, but Alex is crazier. He wigs out, thrashing like a madman and screaming like a stuck pig. It’s creepy as hell.
I manage to get my hand on his, and my squeezing has him firing off another round. Thankfully, none of the shots thus far have made impact. We grapple in the cold snow, both of us asserting every bit of strength we possess.
And then it’s in my grip.
He scrambles away from me. By the time I get the gun righted and aimed at him, he’s disappearing into the white forest void.
I fire the gun in his general direction but can’t tell if I missed or not.
Rather than wasting bullets on a retreating, camouflaged psychopath, I hobble my cold, beat up body back toward the cabin.
I need warmth, Destiny, and a phone to call Will.
Hopefully, I make it back without dying from hypothermia first.