Page 20 of Can't Stop
I nod. “Way ahead of you.”
With a smile, she stretches her arms above her head, allowing her skin to caress the mass of carcasses beneath her. My disgust shifts to something more feral as I watch her move. I like the blood and violence. She likes the death. But there is something about the way she looks when she’s reached the apex of pleasure, when she’s surrounded by bodies and decay, that transcends what murder can do for me. Rayna is and always will be my greatest turn-on.
I pick up the speed with Mike’s hand as footsteps barrel across the floor overhead. Her pussy clenches, squeezing me to the rhythmic beat of her heart. My balls draw up as her eyes close and she cries out, and we reach our edges simultaneously.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screams as her thighs quiver against mine. In a state of blind ecstasy, she reaches back and grabs dead hands, dragging them over her body as she moans through the intense orgasm.
With a groan, I lean forward and fill her.
The upstairs door practically screams as someone wrenches it open. More footsteps pound down the basement stairs, and there’s a scuffle just outside the door.
“Hurry, grab the cans!” Rayna whisper-shouts as she scrambles out from beneath me. She stumbles a bit on her way to the metal cabinet, then giggles. “Shit, I didn’t consider how that post-orgasm haze might affect us.”
Fuck. Neither did I. I feel ready for a nap, not a fucking fight.
But as the door swings open and Samuel’s hulking frame steps into the harsh light, I force myself to my feet. With my dick swinging free between my legs, I lunge toward Rayna and catch two large cans as they fly toward my chest. I wheel on my heel and raise one of the cans, ready to strike, but Samuel doesn’t charge us.
With his hands held out before him, he licks his lips and looks at the ceiling as he speaks. “Please cover her nakedness so that I can secure the two of you. My mother is very?—”
“Shit, we don’t even need the cans,” I say with a laugh. “We have a cult full of nudity-phobics on our hands, bones.”
Rayna giggles and sets her cans at her feet. “Aw, do my nipples frighten you, Sam?”
He clears his throat, still keeping his gaze fixed on the ceiling tiles. Why couldn’t he have shown this much restraint before? If he’d avoided looking at Rayna from the beginning, we might have had a much different outcome. Granted, I still would have wanted to kill him, but still.
“Please,” Samuel pleads. ”Only my brother can see her when she’s nude. Cover her up so that she’s clean.”
Rayna steps forward. “So you can’t look and you can’t touch, and you expect us to just obey you?”
Samuel takes a step back. “I’ve disabled your car, so there’s no escape. If he claims to love you, then he’ll see the sense in this. He’ll let you live, even if it means he has to die.”
“You’ve been reading too many romance novels, dude.” Rayna looks back at me and motions for me to follow her. “We’re leaving, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.”
“You can’t leave. You don’t understand.”
“Dalton, let’s go.”
She steps back and grabs my hand, giving it a tug as she steps forward, but I don’t budge. He has a point. If I loved Rayna, I would want her to live. And I do love Rayna.
But what he doesn’t count on is my selfish nature. I love Rayna, but I refuse to allow another man to touch her. If that means we die together, so be it. And I know she wouldn’t want it any other way.
I grip her hand and pull her into me, kissing her hard on the mouth. I break the kiss and look into her eyes. “We escape together or not at all, right?”
She smiles up at me and nods. “And that means Van Gogh too?”
“It means Van Gogh too. Now let’s get out of here and find our son.”
Hand in hand, we push past Samuel and head up the stairs. At the top, the woman sees us, lets out a scream, and faints on a dusty red couch. A man—I assume her husband—averts his eyes and hovers over the woman, fanning her face and muttering something about God.
“Give me your keys,” I demand.
The gray hairs on his head quiver with rage as he stares down at the wheezing woman. “It won’t do you any good. We’ve retrofitted all the vehicles with a kill switch. They can’t leave the town.”
Rayna laughs. “Who said we need it to leave town, grandpa? We’ll tear all through your city for as long as we want, and we’ll do it naked. You won’t even be able to watch us burn your house to the ground.” Rayna steps closer, and he cowers. “Or maybe we won’t burn it to the ground. Maybe we’ll just drag our uncovered assholes on every kitchen counter. Then we’ll fuck in your bed.”
“Make it stop! Make it stop!” the woman wails.
“What do you want from us?” the man asks.
