Page 87 of Love Sick

Dutch spreads my ass wide, the angle deepening. I cry out because this is surrender in its purest form.

“I love you,” he pants, the sound of our flesh slapping music to my ears and heart.

“I love you.” My orgasm is so close, I can taste it like sweetened honey. I want it, and I want it now.

I rub over my clit, bouncing back on Dutch’s dick and as he pulls out all the way, only to slam back into me so hard, I jolt up the piano and come with a guttural moan. I lose all train of thought and lose myself in this moment that I’ll never forget.

Dutch comes inside me with a roar.

When we’re both spent, he pulls out, only to spin me around and kiss me fiercely. I mold my body to his, never wanting to let go.

Once we catch our breaths, Dutch reaches for my hands and I see that they’re bloody. I didn’t even realize they were. The fact that we experienced such pleasure covered in blood seals our future wrapped forever in a bloodstained kiss.

Peering at Noah’s dead body should make me feel something, but all I can think is, did this motherfucker have to make such a mess?

I’m standing in front of his corpse, wondering where the fuck I am to put him. I don’t want Bobby or Luna seeing him when they wake up. But I can’t go outside to bury him. I can’t even chop him up into tiny pieces.

When did my life turn to this?

I have Noah’s gun tucked into my jeans at the small of my back. I checked his pockets for a cell, but nothing. The gun is a small win for us.

I don’t want Daddy or Alanna knowing we have it, which is why I need to get rid of Noah.

He tossed his keys out the window which I’m guessing he did in case he ever ended up where he currently is. If not, I assume he’d wait for Alanna to come.

Or, maybe, there’s a secret way out?

I’ve searched every corner of this house, and found nothing. Maybe I’ve overlooked something. It’s a long shot, but I am fresh out of ideas.

Noah isn’t going anywhere, so I decide to search every inch of this house in case I missed something vital. My leg is better, so I can finally walk without any pain. I start with the kitchen, looking under every bit of debris, but come up empty.

There isn’t much in the way of secret passages, so I continue on to the next room and then the next, but nothing. I’m frustrated because I can’t help but think I’m missing something.

But what?

The house is ransacked, and most of the rooms are filled with turnover furniture or garbage. But something niggles at me.

Why did Noah toss his keys out the window with confidence? There has to be a way out without a key.

I walk into the piano room and stare into the fire which burns softly in the fireplace. This room always provides me warmth; both literally and metaphorically. It’s always the warmest room in this place…

“You fucking idiot,” I curse myself as I run up the stairs to my bedroom where Luna sleeps.

Kyle is in another room where I assume he’s still coming to.

I don’t want to wake either of them, but if my hunch is right, then we can get the fuck out of here right now.

I stare at the same fireplace which is in the piano room, however, the one in here is never lit. I never paid any attention to it, but now, I pray that it’s our way out.

Walking over to it, I examine it closely, looking for anything that’s out of place. I run my fingers over the bricks, feeling for anything that shouldn’t be there. There is a wooden mantel above the fireplace and it’s the small hole at the end of it which interests me.

I bend low and peer into it, but I can’t see anything. Why it interests me is because I don’t know what its purpose is.

I quickly run downstairs and into the piano room, and as expected, there is no hole in the mantel above the fireplace. I tear at the cross around my neck and charge back upstairs.

“Dutch?” Luna sleepily asks as she sits up in bed, brushing the hair from her face.

I don’t have time to explain, however, as I wedge the corner of my crucifix into the hole and wiggle it carefully. “C’mon, you asshole,” I mumble under my breath because I know I’m right.

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