Page 9 of Bleeding Outside the Lines

“Oh, that girl, yeah man. Nobody will find her.”

I release the breath I was holding. A small penance for my doubt.

“Change of plans,” I tell him. “I’m not in the mood to share tonight. I’ll find my own pussy. And Garrett?”

“Yeah, man?”

“Find my fucking car.”

I hang up the phone and stare at the ugly ass hybrid sedan. It seems I have two options, either I can drive away in this ridiculous thing and likely crash because the whore cut the brake lines, or I can call the car company I utilize in the winter when the Impala goes into hibernation. Neither feels right though. Ruby has proven to be smart and calculating. It’s her job. So, she would have anticipated those options and would have prepared for me to make either choice. The right choice appears to be not to make a choice at all.

But I know people too, and thanks to Garrett, I know Ruby has a signature. She wouldn’t blow up the car or cut the brake lines. No, she wants to slit my throat. If I call the car service, it won’t be here for at least fifteen minutes. If I drive the hybrid, I can have my cock between a set of pouty lips in under that.

The driver’s seat feels foreign to me, the pedals at my feet are all wrong, and there’s no place to insert a key. Instead, there’s a button that saysengine on/off. Using my middle finger, I push it, and immediately the dash and control panels illuminate. The engine is barely audible. If it weren’t for the lights, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the fucking thing had even started.

The display screen for the radio goes black for a second, and when it turns back on, Ruby is looking at me. Her deep brown hair falls in loose curls around her face, and I can’t help but picture those curls splayed across my sheets. My gaze shifts to her lips. Pouty. Red. Lips.

Fuck me. Get it fucking together Cross.

“Good evening, Cassius,” she purrs. Her tongue caresses her bottom lip before taking it in her teeth.

This bitch. My teeth clench and my knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. My interactions with her so far have been brief, but Ruby’s presence is electrifying. There’s something about her that claws at me, threatening to undo everything I’ve worked so hard for. Awakening emotions I suppressed long ago and breathing life back into me. Gone is the numbness I’ve felt for so long, and in its place is this electric current running in my veins.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” Ruby asks with an impish grin because we both know it’s not actually a question. We’re going to play a game whether I want to or not.

“Does it involve your lips on my cock again?” I flash a smile at her, hoping for a reaction, but her face is still and unamused. Just the thought of her on her knees again has my dick pressed against my zipper, begging to be released.

In response, the gear shift on the car shifts into reverse on its own. I try to push it back into park, but the effort is futile, and the car begins to back out of the parking spot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I roar at the screen. I pull on the door handle, but nothing happens. I try to unlock the doors, but again nothing happens. In a last-ditch attempt, I try the windows, but it’s with wasted effort.

“I have control of your new motor vehicle, Cassius, is that not obvious?”

“This is how you’re going to kill me? Seriously?” I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. “I think I deserve better, don’t you?”

The car pulls out of the club’s lot and onto the busy downtown street.

Ruby’s brown eyes narrow, her lips pull tight, “Where. Is. The. Girl?” She says each word with punctuation, applying pressure to her question.

“I’ve been with a lot of girls; you're going to have to be more specific,” I retort, a smirk playing across my face.

The car jumps the curb onto the sidewalk, and my body tenses involuntarily. The time on the dashboard says it’s late, almost last call. I need to get us out of downtown before the clubs close and the sidewalks are full of pedestrians. I may maim and kill without mercy, but I don’t do it without a reason. Innocent people don’t need to die because this bitch has a vendetta against me. I put my arm behind my head and lean back into the seat. If we’re going to be at this for a while, I might as well make myself comfortable.

“The girl Cassius. Where is the girl?” Her eyebrows furrow, her bottom jaw tenses. Her frustration with me is growing and it’s hot as fuck.

“Do you have a name? A picture? A picture could jog my memory, maybe. I might need a picture of her ass though, in case I fucked her from behind, in which case I probably wouldn’t recognize her face.”

“The girl you stuffed in the trunk of your car, where is she?” If Ruby could shoot lasers out of her eyes, I’m pretty sure they would be aimed at my face right now.

The fact that she knows about this is proof that Garrett was right, she has a tech guy, or girl, digging and they’re good. Because I’m guilty of exactly what she said. I shoved a terrified young girl into the trunk of my car. And I don’t regret it for a single second.

I bite my lip, deep in thought. Okay not really, but I need to gain distance, away from innocent people. When the car navigates back down the curb and takes the next turn down a side street, I speak again.

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about, a girl in the trunk of my car?” Tapping my finger to my chin, I repeat, “A girl, what girl?”

The car immediately jumps the curb again and crashes through a wire fence, beelining toward a rundown house. The pounding in my heart increases in speed, matching the throbbing need in my dick, but I don’t flinch. She won’t kill me. Especially if she’s looking for the girl. Ten feet from the house, the car reroutes, sending dirt and grass flying into the air.

The release I’m so desperate for, the one I neglected to get earlier, is bubbling to the point of overflow. And I don’t know what’s pulsing harder now, my heart or my dick.

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