Page 35 of Screwed

I forgot the motel, the Ceremony.

It was just us, our bodies moving as one. I locked my eyes onto hers, her pussy beginning to clamp tightly around me. I knew she was close. I nodded, pistoning my cock faster and grinding my hips against hers, until I felt her silent release shake through her. Watching her in quiet pleasure was enough to send me over the edge, my orgasm loud enough for the both of us as I cried out and filled her. There was nothing but Mila, myself, and our heavy breaths as we came down from our high.

Behind me, Luke clapped, bringing me back to reality. “I don’t know what I had expected, but it seems you’re both true believers. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mila moves to the other side of the hotel at the end of the month.” He gave both of us broad smiles, and turned to leave the room. “I’ll be waiting for you outside, Brother Prospero. I’ll give you both a minute to get cleaned up. Good night, Mila.”

How generous, I thought. The door closed behind him, and I immediately faced Mila. “I amsosorry,” I whispered. She shook her head, frowning. “Don’t apologize, Ray. This world… it isn’t for the weak. We all have to do terrible things to stay alive.” I sighed, buttoning my pants and pulling my shirt back over my head. “All the same, I’m still sorry.”

“I know.” Mila reached over, squeezing my hand briefly. “I know you are. And I promise you it’s going to be okay.” Her touch reassured me, like old times. It was the two of us against the world, and when we were together, anything was possible. I sighed, squeezing her hand back and getting to my feet. Our time was limited with Luke outside the door.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” she whispered after me, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. I turned back, shaking my head at her, before I opened the door and joined Luke in the hallway. We didn’t speak until we reached the top of the stairs, having to go down them single file.

Luke descended first, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he passed me. “You’re a good man, Ray. I’m proud to call you my brother.” I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure what emotion was churning my stomach, but I knew for a fact it wasn’t pride. And I definitely knew I wasn’t a good man.

That man had died the minute I went looking for the Kingsnakes.

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