Page 37 of Freaks
“You’ll feel even better if you take your bra off, too,” Fix rumbled. “And if you’re planning on taking that off, I don’t see why you shouldn’t just take everything else off, too.”
“You just want to see my boobs.”
“And?”
“And we’ve been on the road all day. I feel gross. I need a shower.”
Fix shook his head. “You’re not gross. You’re sexy as fuck. I want to bury my head between your legs right fucking now. You’re telling me you don’t want that?”
The prospect was mighty appealing, but I had plane all over me, and I was pretty certain I smelled fucking disgusting. “I am showering,” I insisted. “I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to join me, though.”
“Nowthatsounds amazing.”
Sex in the shower with Fix. Holy shit, sex in the shower with Fix would be a whole new experience that would likely cause bathing to become an addiction. He stalked toward me, looking up at me from beneath his brows, a salacious tilt to his mouth. “I’m going to soap up your tits. I’m going to wash every inch of you. Your chest, your back, your thighs. Between your legs…” He lowered his mouth, so that it was hovering over mine, little more than hair’s breadth away. “And when you’re all soapy, and you’re whimpering and pleading in my ear, pleading for my fingers, and my tongue, and my cock, I’m going to bend you over, and I’m going to sli—”
He stopped, his sentence hanging in the air. His head picked up, his eyes glinting like chips of ice under the light cast off from the lamp by the table.
“What is it?”
“There’s someone outside the front door.”
“How the hell can you possibly know that? We’re two rooms away from the—”
He held up his hand, cutting me off. He’d gone from turned on to on guard in less time than it would have taken me to blink. “Go to the kitchen. Get a knife. Wait there until I tell you it’s safe,” he commanded.
“Fix, you’re being crazy.” Man, being on the run since Wyoming had made him paranoid. But…then I heard it, too. A rustling, rummaging sound and then another sound, like metal scraping on metal. “Fuck.”
Fix hadn’t been able to fly with a gun. He didn’t have a single weapon on him, but he bolted toward the front door regardless, silent as a ghost, a deadly look on his face. My pulse began to thunder, pounding in my ears. I’d been so fucking stupid. I’d wanted to believe that this was all over so badly, that I’d managed to convince myself of it. I’d dreamed of being safe so much that I’d allowed myself to become complacent. Running into the kitchen, I did what Fix had told me to do, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter.
The front door opened.
A series of loud bangs rang out, echoing through the hallway. I waited for the sounds of a struggle.
Waited…
And waited…
They never came. My head was spinning so hard. I was going to throw up. Oh god, I really was. What the fuck was happening?
I resisted the urge to step out into the hallway to find out for myself. Fix had said he’d call when it was safe, and he hadn’t called…
Stay put, Sera. Do not fucking move. Donotfucking move.I clutched the knife to my chest.
And then—
A loud thumping sound and a string of violent curse words. “What the fuck are you doing here?” a female voice cried.
Oh shit! I dropped the knife back on the counter, and I ran from the kitchen out into the hall, my legs threatening to go out from underneath me. God, I hoped he hadn’t hurt her. “Fix, it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s Sadie! She has a key!”
How could I have been so stupid?
In front of the open doorway, Fix was standing in front of my friend, fist raised, ready to punch her squarely in the face. I threw myself at him, grabbing his arm, relief singing through me when I realized she was okay.
Sadie’s mouth fell open. Her eyes doubled in size, and she promptly dropped the bottle she was holding. It shattered on the hardwood flooring, a pool of ruby red wine spraying all over the place.
“Oh—oh mygod,” she said, holding her hand to her chest. “You guys…you fuckingscaredme.” I stepped over the mess at her feet and threw my arms around her neck, hugging the shit out of her. She hugged me back, laughing nervously into my hair. “Shit, I’m sorry, Ser. I made a mess.”
“It’s totally fine. I’m just so happy to see you. I had no idea you were coming over.”
