Page 21 of Can't Stop
I scoff and step forward. “Oh, so now you want to be helpful? Now? Fuck you. Now we’re going to make you assholes miserable on principle.”
“Don’t forget that I have your precious squirrel.” Samuel’s voice registers behind us, and we turn around. He’s facing the opposite direction, but he still wants to be part of the conversation, I guess. “If you’ll agree to leave town, I’ll give him to you and fix your car.”
Rayna and I look at each other. I’m a little disappointed, not gonna lie. Making these people miserable was starting to sound like a fun way to spend this Halloween.
“That’s all we really wanted,” she whispers.
The man clears his throat, but Samuel is the one who speaks. “Not her. She has to stay. She has to save my brother.”
“I don’t know what sort of creepy shit your brother is into, but this creepy shit is mine. No deal,” I say. With that, I grab Rayna’s hand and head for the front door.
Chapter Eleven
Rayna
The pickup truck was easy enough to hot-wire, and we didn’t even have to contend with the psycho family. We remained naked, and they remained inside. I’ll mourn the loss of my clothing later. Right now, I’m just trying not to think about how many butts sat where my pussy now touches.
Dalton heads toward Samuel’s house up the mountain. We hope our things are still there, including Van Gogh. And Raul. And the poor little rat-thong bikini that hasn’t even gotten a name yet.
The carousel slides by on our left. The elderly woman and Mr. Fox are no longer seated by the gates. At least we know why the town feels so empty. It’s because it is. These weirdos have somehow killed off the entire population of Oak Hollow, and no one is the wiser. A family of nutters, and that’s saying a lot, coming from my mouth. I don’t tend to judge.
I tap Dalton’s shoulder as I stare out the window. “Let’s make a pit stop. I want to ride that wild-looking horse Grandma Moses shooed me away from.”
“I don’t know, bones.” He shakes his head as he turns the truck around. “She said the horse was a bit too much for a little lady like you. What if it throws you? We’re miles from any hospital.”
“Oh, get fucked.”
He grabs my hand and kisses it. “I can try to get hard again, but no guarantees.”
He slides the truck into a parking spot, and we get out. It feels strange to walk through town in the nude, but it’s the only way we can move around. Dalton even shed his shirt so that I wouldn’t feel like the only member of our odd little nudist colony.
As if we belong here, we stroll up to the carousel and walk right up to the famed animal. In the bright afternoon sun, I can almost believe the old woman’s tall tale. The dark horse looks very much alive, almost as if he might take off at any moment.
“Hop on and I’ll man the controls,” Dalton says.
With a nod, I allow him to help me mount the beast’s back, which is higher than I can jump. He doesn’t miss a chance to drag his finger through my bare pussy with a smirk. Once I’m seated, he brings the finger to his lips and sucks.
“Fuck, you always taste best when you’re filled,” he says with a groan.
I blow him a kiss. “You’re so fucking filthy. Don’t ever change.”
His laughter disappears into the center of the carousel, and seconds later, the organ music grinds to life. Much like before, the deceivingly slow start gives way to pure chaos. Dalton has just enough time to leap onto the rotating platform before we reach a dangerous speed. He wobbles into a few horses in front of me before settling on a black pony.
“Your feet are dragging the platform,” I say with a giggle.
He looks back at me, his hair flying around his face as we pick up speed. “I didn’t think about how we’d get off this thing. More than our feet might be dragging around soon enough.”
He has a good point, but right now, I don’t care. I’ve never felt so free! Until I escaped a morgue and rode a taxidermy carousel in the nude, I couldn’t grasp it. Now I never want to let go.
But as I tighten my grip on the post running through the horse, I’m holding on for a different reason. Unlike the horse on the last ride . . . this horse is starting to move. Something creaks and groans above me, and I look up at the rusted clump of metal attaching the horse to the machinery overhead. The other horses have been detached from the mechanism that moves them up and down, but my horse?
The metal screams, and the horse jerks upward. I’m flung down, but I grip the animal’s neck for dear life. My ass remains seated, but only just. Dalton hears the commotion and turns around as the metal hook catches and pushes the horse down. I bounce when the rod reaches its lowest point and wants to keep going.
“It’s going to buck me off!” I scream. “That bitch wasn’t lying!”
Dalton fights against the centripetal force to make his way to me. With each step he takes, the horse seems to make another wild leap upward and downward. Metal groans overhead, and the platform whines beneath us.
“How did we not hear all this racket the first time?” I scream.
