Page 75 of Along for the Ride

I’m a little nervous that the gigs are ending, and it’s not only because of the financial aspect. What will happen to Karson and me when we don’t have an outlet for our murderous tendencies? We’ve been killing since we were kids, and I don’t think we can just turn it off. I’m more concerned we might funnel that aggression toward Leana.

I’d like to think we wouldn’t turn on her, but when that blood lust hits, we forget who matters to us. Who’s been there for us. As much as I want to keep her around, it might not be safe for her. Letting her go after this hit might be the best thing we can do for her, even if it sucks for us.

She sits back, but I keep glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Just the sight of her gives me an erection. Remembering how it felt when she washed my hair. How the tips of her fingers raked my spine as they rode along my scalp. She wanted to please me by fulfilling my fantasy. My wife never even indulged me like Leana did. She poked fun at me. But who am I kidding? It’s a funny fetish.

But at least my fetish doesn’t involve dead girls.

Jealousy warms my chest at the thought of her pleasing Karson as well as she pleases me. I imagine him fucking her, her eyes fixed in front of her. Her body cold from the water. She was probably such a good fucking girl for him.

The way she always is for me.

“Did he make you come?” I ask Leana.

She nearly spits out the water she’s just placed to her lips. “What?”

“In the lake. Did he make you come?” It’s the only thing I can think about. I need to ensure I please her better than Karson can, and I didn’t have a chance to please her at all in the shower. I don’t mean to get so jealous at the thought of them, but it’s an ugly monster I can’t seem to shake off my shoulder.

“No,” Leana says. “I didn’t get off in the lake.”

Karson glances at me. “I may not have pleased her then, but I made her come in the three minutes while you were in the bathroom at the fancy hotel. Had her gushing all over my hand. Then she sat in a puddle for the drive to the next hit.” He licks his lips as he looks at her in the rearview mirror.

The ugly monster on my shoulder roars.

“I can do it faster,” I snarl toward Karson.

Sensing the rising tension, the dog rumbles with a low growl in the back seat. Karson closes his mouth. Whatever he considered saying, he thinks better of it.

“Please stop fighting,” Leana says with a groan. “I thought we were past this.”

Karson and I have gotten past a lot, but sharing my wanderer is proving increasingly difficult. And sheismine. I don’t know how to quiet this possessive need to keep her to myself. Breeding her after Karson touches her should be enough, but it’s not.

“Three minutes,” Karson mumbles with a smirk.

It takes every ounce of strength to keep from reaching out and strangling him.

* * *

Leana

The competitivenessbetween those two is growing, and the increasing push and pull intimidates me. It would be any girl’s dream to have two sexy brothers pining over her, but that’s when the brothers are normal. I worry these two will turn on each other over me. A fight would likely end in a fatality—me or one of them—and I don’t want that.

WhatdoI want?

I don’t want to think about it. I’ve been awake for too long, and I’m tired. Now that they’ve stopped arguing, I enjoy the silence, especially since we no longer need to worry about that godforsaken generic ringtone.

The dog groans and stretches out beside me. His head drops onto my lap, and I play with his ears. “We need to give this guy a name.”

“He already has a name,” Karson says. “It’s Murder Mutt.”

I roll my eyes. “Could you imagine walking him in the park and calling his name? We’d get so many stares.”

“Could you imagine walking in the fucking park?” Karson asks.

Fair.

“Well, we’re all murderers. He needs a name that fits.” I think back on my serial killer knowledge. “I’ve got it! We’ll call him Sam!”

Gentry turns to look at me, his face screwed up in disgust. “Sam? What kind of lame ass name is that for a murderous fur missile like him?”