Page 58 of Overcast

“Do you have an underlying health issue with remembering shit, or do you really have early signs of Alzheimer’s?”

My shampoo fills my senses, followed by the uneven and erratic breathing of her rib cage brushing mine.

She doesn’t move, eyes locked on me. Perhaps she wins her battles with her beauty, blinking those magnificent blues at men and then fucks them to forget.

Movement from my peripheral warns me that someone is coming to check out the strangled howl Stormi just ripped from her throat like a wounded animal.

So, the only other thing that I can think of with why Stormi would be making any sort of noise because of me is simple.

My lips hurl into hers as she stills in my hold. Reaching down, I cup my palm around her upper thigh and raise it to my hip. She moans and—fuck me, dude—my cock jerks to attention at how velvety and real it sounded.

Mind you, it’s her bad leg, moving it got the reaction.

However, my dick doesn’t tally it up that way. It’s ready to hear more. It also serves the mini asshole wedged between me and the blue paint of my truck right for lying and telling me that she was going to listen.

I should’ve tied her up, but I didn’t want to take a chance on getting pulled over and taking out a pig. B723 can get me out of a lot of shit, but that’s when it’s government issues, not personal ones.

Stormi’s mouth finally begins to move with mine, gentle and uncertain. More than likely because if she makes another dumbass decision that I don’t particularly care for, I have her in the perfect position to do about a dozen things that will really make her wail out in pain.

I prop my arm against the window, blocking her face and any sort of terrified look she might be exhibiting right now. That, and I need my hands off her.

Then I listen for approaching kicks of stones and scuffing of tennis shoes. Nothing. “Is everything alright?” A female voice asks loudly over the music in the van. “Yeah, hunny, just a young couple fooling around.” I can’t help the smirk that lines my mouth.

And for added effect, I bite down on Stormi’s lower lip as payback for her meager stunt.

She whimpers softly, launching another twinge of excitement to my cock. The little fucker needs to learn that we’re not here for that. The only pleasure I’m going to get from her is when I finally kill her. However, it doesn’t cease the thoughts of what kind of sounds she’d kick back if I slid my tongue in between her plush lips. How much sweeter she’d taste if I got to mix business with pleasure and delve deeper into—

Small pebbles knock up against plastic and underneath tires along with the squeaking of brakes.

The family of pests are gone. Breaking the kiss, I recede back to give her some space and collect my own damn self. This chick is like Poison Ivy from Batman, one kiss has you all fucked up.

“Imagine what would’ve happened if you’d created more of a mess for me, sweetheart,” I offer, glancing down at my large shirt that hides her curves. “I’d have to go to extreme measures.”

Her lips are blemished a dark shade of pink at my kiss, sending another stirred up reaction in my pants.

She presses her back as close to the vehicle as possible to stay away from me, breathing haggard as hell.

“You’re fucking lucky,” I growl. “But listen to me when I say you try something like that again...I’m going to sever a leg. Try. Me.”

She outwardly cringes before bobbing her head. I step further away from her, remembering the saw I have in the bed of my pickup, and jerk my chin towards the still-open door. “Get your ass inside.”

She does what I say immediately, giving me a peek of her round ass as she jumps in the driver seat, closing the door promptly behind her.

Once she is situated, I exhale a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. Adjusting my semi-hard cock in my jeans, I finish up with the gas and jump back inside. She’s also back to looking outside the window, and I return to being highly aware that she’s within touching distance.

“Where are we going?” she finally asks me on a quaky note. I don’t respond. We talk too much—I inquire too much and don’t receive the answers I desire, so why the hell should I give her anything?

“You’re making a huge mistake,” she continues off my silence. “I...I’m not who you think I am.”

Nope, sure aren’t. This role that she’s playing is about to get canceled because I’m tired of the repetitive dialogue and the persona that is clearly not her.

“Are we going to play like that, sweetheart?” I taunt, turning down the air conditioning. “More bullshit.”

“You have no evidence that I was there.” “No—” I crane my neck in her direction. “—just the simple fact that I saw you there. You were away from me for less than twenty-four hours, and you seem to ignore what I’m capable of. The waterboarding is child’s play; you should remember what happens when a sharp object lands in my hands.”

“I didn’t...forget.” I steer my focus back to the road. “Who were the men that took you from me?” “I don’t know.” I tighten my grip on the wheel. “How much longer are we going to do this because I recall telling you how hard it makes me to hear you scream.” I trail back to her face. “I haven’t jacked off in days. In fact...it was when you were in the room with me. My cum all over your pretty lips while—”

“ Stop .” Her features flush, and she pries her attention from me. “I’ve never seen those men before in my life.”

“But they sure as fuck knew you. The last thing I need is blood in my truck and a cop to roll up from behind us while I teach you a lesson.”

And many just rolled through my demented mind. She’s been trained to either keep her mouth shut, was paid a lot of money to do the job, or has something hovering over her head.

Regardless of the circumstances, it does nothing to solve my mystery in which her and Hollis are the only two people I have right now. And I won’t be letting her out of my fucking site again.

“I don’t know anything. Please believe me.” I feel her eyes on me, back to begging for me to be an idiot, and have faith in her.

“I do believe you,” I voice. “I trust that you recognize who either wants Reagan dead or recall who you spoke to about it.”

“That’s the exact opposite of what I’ve been saying.” “Torture has a funny way of making people remember.” I flick my eyes to her, holding her gaze as we cruise down the empty street. “And I’m going to love every second of it.”

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