Page 38 of Bad Seed
First of all, that fine ass would be in designer gowns sewn onto her. Diamonds on her neck giving me an excuse to stare at her tits whenever I wanted. Hot tubs and high roller suites all day long. No selling fishing poles to men in cargo shorts. No unisex polos barely hiding her away.
And no one would touch her.
Any man so much as saying a crass word her way would be catching a quick meeting with the pavement.
“Mwah?”
I jerk as orange skids across the counter. Astin can handle the jumps, it’s the braking that eludes him. I reach out to stop him and find I have her panties wrung between my hands. Almost like I was about to garrote someone with them.
Ha. I could get inventive back in the day, but I’d never waste my time trying to strangle someone with…
No. I can think of one man to do just that. Derek. I know exactly the kind of man who’d leave a woman choking to death. The type that gets buried under the fifty yard line.
The rumbling of my Astin Martin is followed by him ramming his head into my arm. “Hello to you, too. You have dinner.”
“Meow.”
“I know, it’s not enough. It’s never enough, is it?” He’s getting fat, but I don’t care. Sometimes, when I pick up my rotund, lazy house cat I see the skeletal shrieking animal covered in blood. Then I give him twenty more treats just for surviving.
For trusting me even if he shouldn’t.
“Nice to see you out and about now that the scary lady’s gone. Don’t worry, she won’t be back.” For as much as my dick wants her to be, it isn’t smart. Let her forget…
Okay, let her remember, brag about it, tell her great grandchildren about the time she fucked eight times in one night. But also forget about me. For her sake.
“I think you’d like her,” I tell my unimpressed cat. Astin hasn’t liked anyone since I found him in the shipping container. “She’s a ball of energy. Bounding from one idea to the next with barely anything connecting them. It’s…”
I dangle her panties off of my hand. Astin lines up a paw to bat at them and I pull away. “No, we don’t tear—”
I could keep them. Become the kind of man who has trophies of his best fucks.
I’m screwed up enough. I don’t need to add weird-ass serial killer to the list.
Bundling them high so Astin can’t reach them, I make some stupid promise to mail them back to her. Once I’m gone, of course.
“I have to get your carrier down. Please don’t hide when you see it. I don’t have time to hunt through every fucking room in this place.”
Astin’s mindless batting at what he can’t reach ends. He stretches up my forearm and stares into my soul. I wish I could say he understands me, but there is next to nothing going on in that fluffy head.
“We’ll leave tomorrow.” It’s not too hard to go. I barely unpack at every stop. I just need to find the next safe house. This was supposed to be a long haul, hence picking the house with the security system. But if the Bell twins are already sniffing around…
Sadie in a slinky red dress lands in my mind. I try to laugh at the idea, but it’s getting harder. I’m getting harder. Just thinking of her parting her red lips, down on her knees, her tits nearly bursting out of her dress…
The sex is great. No, it’s fucking fantastic, but it’s also easy. One body, a couple nights, then the next. Don’t get attached. Who knows if either of us will make it to tomorrow? It was easier that way.
It is easier that way.
I’m leaving. I have to leave.
Another thought pops into my head. Not of Sadie on her back whimpering for me. She’s sitting in that tight ferris wheel bucket, doing everything she can to distract me from my damn fear of rickety piece-of-shit rides falling apart. A woman like that a man doesn’t just up and vanish on.
I fish out my phone and search for “Sadhvi Nair + Derek.”
A woman like that deserves a gift first.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
