Page 60 of Play With Me

“Suit yourself. Go. Make sure you give me enough time to finish myself off.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Lola!” I pointed at her. “You don’t touch that pussy until I come back.”

She glared at me from beneath her lashes. A hint of anger mixed with curiosity filled her eyes. She just stood there with her legs apart, waiting for me. While my dick urged me to get back to her, my mind couldn’t help but wonder about the sound.

“Get back in that bed and do. Not. Move,” I ordered.

“Fine. But I’m not going to fucking carry blue balls for the rest of the trip, and if there’s anything worse than a Lola on a hunt, it’s Lola with blue balls. You better hurry back.”

I wouldn’t let her get blue balls and promised my wood to be deep inside her as soon as I returned.

The sun was letting go of the last of its glow as it disappeared below the tree line. I walked along the motel, searching for something I didn’t know I was looking for. The parking lot light flickered and I double checked that the truck was locked, then inspected around the corner. I found nothing. This trip was not starting out the way I’d planned.

I returned to the reception where Shelley was snoring at the counter. I pressed my finger to the bell near her as gently as I could, and she shot up.

“Sorry,” I said.

“What can I do you for?” she asked, grinning between her crooked teeth while leaning forward to show more of her saggy but ample cleavage. I stared, but only because there was so much of it spilling out that it was difficult not to.

“Have you noticed anything strange?”

“You mean other than strangers checking in?” she mocked, and removed a new cigarette from a fresh pack. She lit it, and as she pulled in her first drag, I inhaled deeply along with her, which meant my nerves were on high alert. It had been some time since I’d snuck a smoke.

“There was a noise outside our motel window,” I explained.

She didn’t reply, but tilted her head to the side, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m serious. It was just odd.”

“Are you on something?”

“No, but I’m sure the last thing you want in a remote area is a fucking serial killer.”

She looked at me as if I were that lunatic. I wasn’t sure why I’d said that at all.

“All right. What kind of noise?” she asked.

Someone popped bubblegum in the hallway, and I turned toward the sound. Lola stood in across from the lobby, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, looking like she wanted to murder me.

“It was a popping sound. Like bubblegum.”

“Are you trying to pull a fast one on me, mister?”

“Look. I also have a gut feeling.”

And that was worth more than a ton of gold on its own.

“What did you eat last?” she asked.

Argh! When I saw that I was getting nowhere with her, I left and walked over to Lola, who was leaning against the wall dressed only in her skimpy underwear and tank. She was lucky no one else was out here, gawking at her, because I would have killed him.

“The last thing I would be concerned about around here is someone popping bubble gum,” Shelley called out behind me, and after my initial wave of dismissal, I stopped. I went back to her desk, braced my hands on the counter, and asked, “What would you be concerned about then?”

“The Sasquatch in the woods.”

The what?

“That’s a myth,” Lola called out from the doorway.

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