Page 37 of Bad Seed
Sadie pauses before opening the driver’s door and looks back to me. The sun backlights her, turning her white dress damn near invisible. I drop a hand into the pocket of my sweatpants like I’m reaching for my keys. The first glance of my cock aches to my tired balls, but I give a hard squeeze to tell the damn thing to stop ruling over me.
I wasn’t exaggerating last night. She is a special kind of torture for me. This morning, I’d watched her stumbling around trying to dress without making a sound. The plan had been to let her go as she wanted to. It’d have made things easier when I up and vanish in a week. But her ass slapping into the lamp had me bolting up in bed and aching to grab both cheeks.
Breakfast was an excuse to weigh the cons of me fucking her one last time. I got as far as dumping out Astin’s bowl before I ran back to the shower. She’s worse than a drug. No one does cocaine eight times their first night. At least I had enough brains left to let the drain handle any spillage, even if it’s running on fumes at this point. Last thing she needs is a baby with a wanted man, especially one with my…gifts.
“So, I uh, had a fun time,” Sadie calls back to me.
“Me too.” As if it needed to be said. Eight fucking wonderful times. And those two hours when I could hold her and pretend that my life wasn’t a train on a collision course with a fireworks factory…operated by clowns.
She smiles, her lips red and puffy, and pushes a missed tendril of hair behind her ear. Fuck. All I have to do is walk over there, take her by the chin, kiss those lips I’ve pushed to the breaking…
Heft her into my arms, drop her on the hood of the car, spread those legs, and—
I cough and grab myself again.
“Thank you,” she says.
For the orgasms?
“For saving me. Not a lot of people know how to do that. Or…are willing to.” Her bubbly voice grows cold but the dark clouds roll over my head.
Just thinking of a man watching her fighting to breathe and doing nothing makes me clench my fist. She gave the okay over the food I managed for breakfast while refusing to reveal her allergy. It left me on edge, not wanting to hurt her, while also aching to punish her for making me worry.
Any delusions she has of me being a good guy are best left at that.
“I was more than happy to,” I shout back, realizing this goodbye isn’t as frantic as I’d expected when she grabbed her purse and ran for the door.
“Well…” Impatient silence sizzles between us. I hold the door frame and dig in, forcing myself to remain in place.
Sadie opens her door. “I should get going. See you…” Her offer for more cuts off, and she smiles. “It was fun.”
“Yeah.” My body takes a step.
But she’s already in the driver seat and cranking the engine. I freeze, watching her put into gear, check her mirrors, check them again, then drift backward. Before she vanishes forever, she gives a quick wave of her hand.
I return the gesture along with a, “Bye.”
Forever.
A lovestruck, pussy drunk man would have stood there watching her car pull away. I only checked to make sure she made it around the house without hitting any of those stupid statues. It’s good she’s gone. I got a lot out of my system in one night. Should be good for a month at least.
Still assuring myself I’m not watching her, I finally grab the dinner we let get cold. Most of it was picked over by wildlife in the night. At least they like filipino spaghetti too. Balancing the plates on my hands, I walk toward the back door and happen to glance to the road just as she’s going past. Off to work, to the real world where men don’t murder for money…or turn into vegetables.
Walking up the hill, my feet slip through the dewy grass and kick on something black and lacy. “Huh.” I chuckle to myself recognizing the panties I tore off of her. Bending over, I pick them up and am already moving when it hits me.
She’s bottomless right now, and here I am trying to be…
Not noble. Nothing I did last night was noble. It was sordid, degrading, despicable work…and she kept coming back for more.
If only we’d met in another life.
With her panties secure in my pocket, I wash the dishes and do my best to not stare out the windows. It’s a beautiful view, one someone would pay a shit load for. I managed an ‘ask no questions’ rental agreement that everyone walked away from with their limbs intact. To think, not even a year ago my view was the Strip, lights galore, cars buzzing nonstop, and whatever that ball thing does. Now my view is trees and winding roads to nowhere.
A coyote howls in the distance, and I sigh.
Neighbors haven’t changed much.
After wiping down the plates, I leave them in the rack to dry. If I’d met Sadhvi when I was running with the Nightshades…
