Page 26 of Tastes Like Misery

When I turned around, Dane already had her lips, kissing away the infection of the ex. I loved the soft little moans she let out as he pressed against her before releasing her into Finn’s waiting arms. We each got a turn, making sure she knew how much she meant to all of us.

I became impatient and pressed against her back, my cock coming to attention at the feel of her round ass pressed against me. She let Finn go and turned between us, kissing me as Finn stayed at her back, his hands palming her breasts. Sucking in her bottom lip, I released her, knowing time was not on our side this night. Those glorious tits called to me all night, and I finally got to kiss them, licking the rounded tops as Finn pushed them up into my face. “One night,” I sighed. “One night without you and then we will all fuck you until you can’t walk,” I promised, before kissing the top of her nose.

“Be safe,” she said before adding, “And don’t kill him.”

I nodded before getting in the car, Dane and Finn piling in behind me. Once she made it up the backstairs and the door closed behind her, I carefully maneuvered out of the parking spot and headed to the highway. We had another long drive, and I was thankful it was an early closing night for her at the bar.

I drove to the county line, stopping at a small, quiet farm just within its southern borders. This was the sheriff’s territory and far enough away, he’d be too busy cleaning up this mess to bother going to town before we were long gone.

Cutting the lights, I pulled into the end of the long drive and parked. It was dark as hell and I let my eyes adjust before moving to the trunk. Dane pulled John out, the man barely moving at this point. I assumed he was on the verge of falling asleep. Finn was tasked with carrying him to the barn. The trainer never shied away from heavy lifting, seeing it as a workout opportunity.

“I miss the neon lights,” I grumbled as I stumbled over a small dip in the dirt driveway.

“Just be happy it wasn’t cow shit,” Dane blew me off even though I knew he missed Vegas as much as I did. “If I never smell a farm again, it will be too soon.”

Dane and I carefully opened the barn door, my nose assaulted by the awful smell of the animals and all their feces, “Agreed. This is rank.”

Sight wasn’t much better in the barn and I pulled out the small flashlight, knowing we could get away with it being inside. There weren’t any low windows, so we didn’t have to worry about anyone from the house seeing us. According to our information, this family didn’t take care of their animals and wouldn’t make it out until late in the morning, around the time when the bank opened. It was perfect.

“Can you open the damn stall,” Finn’s voice was strained. “He may be a small guy, but he’s dead weight.”

“Too bad he couldn’t be dead. Our girl is lucky she gives good head,” I muttered as I tried not to step in the shit trough between the aisle floor and the end of the cow in the stall.

Hefting Johnny off his shoulder, we helped Finn to place him on the hind of the cow, his chest splayed across the heifer’s back. The man was out cold and probably wouldn’t wake up for hours. “I’m not pulling his pants down. One of you two can do it. I already had to smell his ball sweat all the way here.”

I gagged and motioned for Dane to do it. He shook his head and pointed to me, “You do it. This was your plan.”

“Nope, this was Vivian’s plan. You brought her into our group, so it’s your responsibility to carry out her wishes.”

“I brought her to you, Ollie. You should thank me by doing the dirty work.”

Finn had enough and pointed to me, “You do it, Ollie. It’s the least you can do for getting us barred from our cash cow.”

Dane let out a guffaw, sounding more childlike and free than I’d ever seen him before. The woman was changing him in the slightest ways. He was still a crazy asshole, but at least he wasn’t too damn wound up all the time.

Glaring at him, I just wanted to get it over with and get to my empty bed. I wanted to see Viv, and the sooner we could get this over with, the faster the morning would come. Gagging again, I pulled the man’s pants down, staying as far away from his ass as I could. The man smelled like a brewery and a boys locker room, not a good combination. As soon as I had his pants and underwear down, I made my way out. “Make sure to get a picture for Vivian,” I called over my shoulder.

I gulped in the fresh air as I waited for them to finish up before starting toward the car. Farms still stunk, but it was a hell of a lot better than the overpowering stench of the barn.

It didn’t take long for those two to come out and join me. Dane barely had his door shut when I put the car in reverse and tore out on the highway. Tomorrow, I kept repeating to myself, my mind and body both tired from all the driving of the day. I was so ready to get the hell out of this place, and the robbery was just the beginning of a new life for us.

Chapter 16

Dane

Vivian was almost unrecognizable in her auburn wig and big sunglasses. She wore a large-brimmed hat and a tight black skirt that showed off all her curves. I leaned into her as we waited for the truck to leave, “Baby girl, you look stunning. I want to lift that skirt up right now and have a good luck fuck.”

”As much as I’d love that, no DNA traces, darling. I can’t have your cum dripping down my legs in the middle of this.” Leaning over the center console, she gave me a peck on the cheek, “Besides, the truck is leaving soon.”

I glanced up to see the two armed guards checking the rear door and inspecting their truck. They were leaving, and it was almost time to go. I turned to the back seat where Finn and Ollie sat, “Are you ready to roll?” I couldn’t stop myself from putting an inflection in my voice like the announcers at a wrestling match, giddy about what we were about to do.

Ollie sat with his laptop, typing away and didn’t look up from his screen when he answered, “Working on it. Should be on the server in about two minutes.”

I cupped my hand to my cheek and stage whispered, “Oliver has his boxers in a twist because he has to miss all the action.”

“Oliver’s Twist,” Vivian quipped, her eyes dancing as she checked her little pink pistol.

I shook my head and peered at her over my sunglasses, “You should have taken one of the bigger guns. Who is going to be scared of that little pink thing?”

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