19. Chapter Nineteen Cam #2
"Well, that was anticlimactic," I muttered, glancing over at Lakey.
She was grinning from ear to ear. "Efficient as always, babe," she purred. "Though I kinda wish you'd let me have a go at him first."
I couldn't help but smirk. "Next time, my wicked little psycho. Promise."
A high-pitched giggle burst from Lakey's lips, echoing off the dingy walls as adrenaline set in. Her eyes raked over me, drinking in the sight of Skeeter's blood splattered across my chest and arms. We'd gotten what we needed, and I could take it from here.
"Holy shit, Cam," she breathed. "You look fucking gorgeous right now."
I met her gaze, feeling that rush of arousal hitting me, as it always did after a kill. The corner of my mouth twitched up in a half-smile. "Yeah?"
I took a step back, letting the blood drip from my fingers onto the grimy floor. Lakey's eyes followed every crimson droplet, her pupils dilating with each splash.
"God, yes," her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "It's like... art. Bloody, beautiful art."
"You always did have a twisted sense of aesthetics, Lakes."
The endorphin release from killing Skeets was phenomenal, and I was hard as a rock.
"You know," I ran a blood-stained hand through my hair, "we should probably get cleaned up before we split. Can't exactly waltz out of here looking like extras from a slasher flick."
Lakey's grin turned wicked. "Mmm, I don't know. I kinda like you all... messy."
I smirked, watching her eyes roam over my blood-soaked body.
"As much as I'd love to indulge that little fantasy of yours, babe, be realistic.
We can fuck if you want, but we do need to be clean at some point.
" Knowing her, she was absolutely serious about us going out in public looking like we just escaped a horror film.
Lakey took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly. "You're right, you're right. Shower time it is." She glanced at Skeeter's lifeless form, then back at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, looks like we're finally having that threesome, huh? Too bad our friend here's a bit... stiff."
I couldn't help but laugh at her twisted humor. "Fuck, Lakes. That's dark, even for you."
We stepped over Skeeter's body, squeezing into the tight space.
I turned on the shower, the rusty pipes groaning in protest. As steam filled the small space, Lakey and I took turns washing the blood off each other.
Her hands moved over my skin with a mix of reverence and hunger that almost made me bust right then.
"You know," she said, "I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life."
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "Yeah? Why don't you show me just how turned on you are, baby?"
She pressed a quick, fierce kiss to my lips before sauntering out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints in her wake. "Catch me if you can, big guy," she called over her shoulder.
I didn't need to be told twice. Following her into the bedroom, I found her sprawled out on the bed, her wet hair bunched on the pillow, soaking through. The wicked gleam in her eyes was all the invitation I needed.
"Come here," she crooked her finger at me.
I obliged, my body covering hers as I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. Truthfully, I was glad she decided we could get clean before this. Fucking in Skeeter's dirty blood would have been absolutely grotesque. I bit back a grimace, refocusing on my queen.
She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in before I was ready, her heels digging into the small of my back. Impatient. Always impatient. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, the other gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at me.
You were released. The words were still bouncing around in my skull. Whatever. Fuck Chimera. Fuck Skeeter. Fuck all of them. Right now, the only thing that existed was this woman underneath me and the way her body arched when I pushed inside her.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back, her nails digging into my forearms where I had her pinned.
I didn't start slow. Didn't have the patience for it.
Not tonight. I fucked her hard and fast, the headboard slamming against the wall, her moans filling the room and drowning out every thought that wasn't her.
"Harder," she demanded, because of course she did, and I gave her what she wanted because I always did.
Her body clenched around me, her legs shaking, and when she came she screamed my name so loud the neighbors were going to file a noise complaint.
I followed her over the edge thirty seconds later, burying myself deep and staying there while my body emptied into hers.
I collapsed next to her, both of us panting, staring at the ceiling.
"If we keep going the way we're going... you know, kidnapping people and all... we're gonna need a bigger place," I mused, tracing lazy circles on her scarred skin. "Somewhere off the grid. No nosy neighbors to deal with."
Lakey propped herself up on an elbow, her blue eyes gleaming. "Oh? You have plans to kidnap more people with me? Why, Cam Axley, that's just about the most romantic after-sex present you could give a gal."
I snorted. "We have a literal list, Lakes. We have nowhere to put them all. I dunno how we're gonna afford it, but I'm sure we can make it work. Maybe an abandoned barn or some shit."
"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she purred, pressing a kiss to my chest. "A nice, secluded spot where no one can hear the screams."
"Exactly." I pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. "No one's ever gonna hurt you again, baby. I'll kill anyone who tries."
She giggled, the sound both sweet and chilling. "Oh, I know baby. I get wet dreams thinking about you gutting dear ole 'dad'. But you know I am more than capable of gutting my own fish."
"Oh, I am fully fucking aware, babe. Doesn't mean I won't enjoy ripping apart anyone who looks at you wrong. You can't be the only one having any fun."
We laid there in comfortable silence, limbs tangled together. The world outside our dingy apartment ceased to exist. Except for the dead body in our bathroom. Damn Skeeter ruining my moment, even from the grave.
I gazed at Lakey, her wild hair splayed across the pillow and felt that surge of possessiveness. Fuck, I loved her. God, did I ever.
"You know what, sweetheart?" I tickled her skin with my fingertips. "I think we need to figure out what to do with our friend in there, and then I need to find his laptop."
Her eyes lit up. "Cliff?"
"Cliff." I confirmed. "But first, a nap. I am exhausted."
She nodded, already half asleep.
You were released.
We'd see about that.