GUY: A Graveyard Girl Spin-off Novel

by Ann, Bry

  Her smile spreads, knowing this coy act is making my cock hard as a rock.

  “Take my pants off, Katrina.”

  Heat floods her eyes. “Yes, sir.”

  Fuckkkk…

  Her soft fingers curl around my pants. I lift my hips a bit for her as she tugs them down. It’s morning, so I have no boxers on. Obviously. Her eyes widen when she sees how hard I am. Without waiting for my direction, she curls her fingers around my cock. On instinct, my hand snakes out and tugs on her hair, making her whimper slightly.

  “Did I say you could do that, baby?”

  “No,” she whispers. Whether she realizes it or not, her hips are grinding against the earth-covered floor. I use my grip on her hair to tug her toward my face where I'm leaning in, my breath hot on her face.

  “Then don’t do it again. Ya hear me?”

  She nods frantically. Her entire body is trembling. I notice because, one, it’s obvious. I'm watching for any little sign she’s not enjoying this. I’ll only push it as far as she’s enjoying this, but so far, fuck, she’s loving it.

  “I hear you. I hear you.”

  “Good girl. Now you can touch my cock.”

  She reaches out again and grips. Then nearly makes me come on the spot when she looks at me with big eyes, wondering what to do next. What did I do to deserve her?

  Nothing, that’s what.

  “Lick it,” I groan.

  She leans in slowly and lightly kisses the tip before licking over my head, making my entire body shudder.

  “Suck me deep, Kiki. Show me.”

  She groans deep in her throat and takes as much of my dick in her mouth as she can. She works me with her tongue, her hand, her mouth, her beautiful fuckin’ eyes.

  “Kiki, I'm gonna, shit… Katrina, I'm gonna come!”

  “Mmmm,” she moans as the first drop of cum spurts from my cock.

  She takes all of it. Every. Last. Drop.

  “Lie back,” I order when I’ve had a moment to catch my breath.

  Her face flushes. “He-here?”

  I glance at her and think of a better idea.

  “No, on the table. It’s sturdy.”

  She glances at it, then me, warily.

  “Trust me, baby.”

  That’s all it takes for her to stand on wobbly legs and go to the table. She takes a seat on the edge and swings her legs back and forth, waiting for me. I walk over to her and massage her breasts over her pink pajamas.

  “That feels good,” she breathes. Good.

  I rub harder, making her purr. Wow, Kiki is kinky. She keeps getting more and more perfect.

  “Lift your arms up.”

  She does. I unzip her onesie and pull it down over her upper body. She looks nervous, so I approach pulling the rest of the onesie off slowly and gently. I kiss her lips and squeeze her hand before tugging the pants down her legs. She seems calmer when she lifts her hips and lets me strip her so she’s gloriously bare before me and I'm in nothing but a flimsy, torn AC/DC t-shirt.

  “Guy?”

  I'm discovering quickly Kiki only likes kink if she feels regularly connected to me.

  “Hey, sweetness,” I murmur, kissing her lips softly. “Lie back.”

  I keep a hold of her ankle and softly stroke it as she positions herself back on the table. Slowly, I glide my hand down her body as I round the table.

  “Kiki…” I suck on the reddened tip of her earlobe. “How do you feel about being tied up?”

  “I—with you, maybe, but…”

  “Hey, what is it?”

  She leans over to her side and props herself up on an elbow.

  “I'm nervous.”

  “We don’t have to.”

  “No! I want to. Just—just take it easy on me.”

  “Hands free then, baby. Your hands will be free.”

  I kiss her hard once then go back to the end of the table.

  “First,” I murmur and kiss her inner thigh, “I'm gonna bring you to the edge. I'm gonna make your thighs shake until you’re begging me for release.” I kiss her higher up on the opposite leg. “Then, when you’re desperate and wanting, I'm gonna tie these beautiful legs down and eat your beautiful pussy ‘til you come. Say yes, baby.”

  “Oh my… God. Where did you learn to talk like that?” she gasps as I smile against her skin.

  “I believe all I said was say yes… or no, if you’re so inclined.”

  “Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  She likes that praise. She really fucking likes it. I can see her pussy glistening from here. I run my finger along her slit. She shudders. I do that again and again until she’s writhing on the table on the edge.

  “Guy, please.”

  “Shhh.” I kiss her ankle once before stepping back and grabbing something to tie her feet down. When I come back, I have two long pieces of fabric in my hand. Her chest is heaving on the table, but she looks almost relaxed as I take one foot and strap it to the table. She doesn’t even flinch when I take her other leg and tie it down to the other end of the table, leaving her spread for me.

  … and well, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

  That’s mine.

  Kiki

  “We had sex!” I shriek into the phone as quietly as I'm humanly capable of right now.

  “What?!” Rain screams. “I need all the details. Right the hell now, Kiki Wilson!”

  I peek around the corner to make sure Guy went out to gather fruit like he said he would this morning. He’s gone. I'm pretty sure he’d be mortified if he were here when I told Rain all the details of last night. He’s private. I'm not.

  “Okay, so I'm not telling you all the details,” I warn with a smirk, “but you get the most important bits.”

  “Oh, you’re so leaving out the kinky bits,” Rain chuckles quietly. “I'm not worried. I’ll get it out of you later.”

  I giggle. “He ate me out,” I whisper. “And when he was done, he—”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. Did he get you off?”

  Oh, did he.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Damn. Go, Guy.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be honest. He surprised me.”

  “He’s sure as hell surprising me. Continue, I'm intrigued.”

  “After he, you know, got me off,” I describe as my cheeks redden, “he carried me to his bedroom. Rain, it was beautiful. He was slow and sweet. It was such a contrast to anything I’ve ever experienced before, with him or anyone else. Afterwards, he held me as I slept. I'm developing feelings for him, Rain.”

  “I'm so glad he was good to you. Kiki, you deserve that more than anyone. I could cry right now. You don’t know what it means to me to hear you happy.”

  “Thank you, Rain. I'm trying not to let Anthony, or the memory of him, steal anything more from me.”

  “Wow,” Rain whispers. “I wish I—”

  “Kiki!” Guy’s voice calls, sounding… not panicked, but something. Something that catches my attention.

  “Rain, I have to go.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “I'm not sure. Guy sounds weird. I’ll let you know.”

  I hang up and run to the other room.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Guy’s somewhat fearful eyes roam over me and soften for a moment. “First, hey, good morning.”

  Heart = melted.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, smiling.

  “So as much as I’d love to make this morning all wonderful after last night…”

  “Guy…” I cock an eyebrow.

  “Frances just called. He and his wife are on their way here. Here! To this island. They said they’ll be here any minute. The fuck? Why would they come here?”

  His wild eyes meet mine and I realize this terrifies him. Has Frances never been here before? I swallow my own fears about Frances and put on a brave face for him. He needs it more than me.

  “Okay, that’s good. You can show him your hom
e. We’ll clean up and cook them a meal. It’ll be nice.”

  He lets out a manic laugh. “Nice? Nice?! You clearly don’t know them. They shouldn’t be coming here.”

  He runs a hand over his head and jerks on the ends of his hair.

  “Fuck. Fuck!”

  “Guy.” I take his wrists in my hands. “Talk to me. What’s this about? I thought Frances was your family?”

  “That’s the problem!”

  I cock my head. “I don’t understand. Why?”

  He scoffs. “It’s nothing.”

  He tries to jerk free of me, but I don’t let him.

  “Que pasa?” (What’s wrong?)

  “Tengo miedo de que pierda el respeto por mí después de ver este lugar. Tengo miedo de que este lugar ya no sea solo mío.” (I'm scared he'll lose respect for me after seeing this place. I'm scared of this place no longer being just mine.)

  “I understand that. I really do. I can say this objectively, though. When he sees what you’ve built here, baby, he’ll be nothing but impressed.” I cradle his face. “As for number two…”

  “Guy!” a familiar, deep voice booms.

  “Frances,” I whisper, feeling my bones shake a bit.

  Guy’s eyes widen. “He doesn’t know you’re here. He—”

  “Well, well, well, look who’s here.”

  I jump back and wrap my arms around myself. My cheeks are stained red. It’s not until Marley’s eyes roam over my body that I realize I'm only dressed in Guy’s t-shirt. My already-red cheeks burn brighter.

  “Well, I’ll let you all catch up. It’s good seeing you.”

  Frances, Marley, and their guards all stare at me, eyes unmoving.

  “Yeah. Um, Guy?” I look his way. “You good?” I mouth.

  He nods, eyes heated, but soft. “Go change, baby.”

  Blushing harder, I nod and run out. I run to Guy’s room and slam the door. My chest is heaving as I lean against the door. I step halfway into the room to grab a decent change of clothes when a hand wraps around my throat and I'm pulled into a hard body. A scream builds and dies in my throat as I'm spun around.

  The voice that speaks to me is gruff. The deepest voice I’ve ever heard.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but I need something and you’re my ticket to getting it. Behave.”

  “Please, don’t,” I whimper.

  Flashbacks swirl in my head over and over. Fists in my face. Boots in my stomach. Hands in my hair, tugging and pulling. My body slamming against plaster walls. My body flying through the table.

  “Please,” I breathe.

  My body is jerked hard enough to make my teeth chatter against each other. The man puts a knife to my lower spine.

  “Walk.”

  I can barely get my feet to work because of the intensity of my flashbacks, but somehow, I'm moving.

  “I-I have friends. I have a dad who loves me. Please.”

  “Shut up,” he hisses.

  “My best friend, Rain—”

  “I said shut up!”

  The man jams the back of his knife into my skull. My head jerks to the side, but all I really feel is the weight of the memory it invokes. Slowly, the feeling of being present in my body drifts and I'm floating above myself, watching as if it’s not me being held against my will.

  “Frances!” a young voice screams before a tiny girl leaps out in front of us. She’s wearing black from head to toe and twirling a knife around her little finger. Alex, Frances and Marley’s daughter.

  “Alex, get out of here.”

  She smiles cruelly. Her dark eyes are void of any and all emotion.

  “Alex, go!” I scream, earning a jerk of the knife against my lower spine. It’s only my history that keeps me from showing my terror to this young girl.

  “You’re one of my father’s guards,” Alex says coolly, spinning the knife once. “You’ll regret doing this if my father or his friend see you’ve laid a hand on Kiki.”

  “Move, kid,” he growls.

  Alex, please!

  I hear footsteps running in that moment. Alex’s smile grows.

  “Well, Roberto, nice knowing you.” Alex pulls out a cell phone from her pocket. “This has been sticking out of my pocket here recording this. It’s livestreaming to the boss and my father as we speak. Enjoy your death.”

  “You bitch!”

  The man holding me, Roberto apparently, lifts the knife from my spine and raises his arm to throw it at the little girl. I can’t let him. On instinct, I reach up and wrap my hand around the blade, stopping him before he can throw it at her.

  “No!” Alex screams. “I had it under control!”

  “Alex, muévete ahora!” comes Marley’s voice as she grabs her daughter forcefully and shoves her behind her back. Two knives are in Marley’s hands and she’s holding both of them confidently. (Alex, move now!)

  It’s not until I see Guy standing there, eyes darker than I’ve seen them, that the pain in my hand comes to the forefront of my mind. The knife is back at my lower spine, but all I can feel is the stinging of my palm. All I can hear is the blood leaking from my hand and the chaos around me.

  Frances is standing front and center with his gun pointed at Roberto. Guy is standing next to him, eerily casual, with no weapons in his hands, yet somehow he’s more terrifying than anyone in this room. The look in his eyes that I see right now, I don’t think I’ve seen it before.

  “What the fuck, soldier?” comes Frances’s voice.

  “You’re gonna call Boss and tell him to give me the raise I requested.”

  Frances laughs. “Like fuck I am. This is the stupidest shit a soldier’s tried to pull to date. Let her go, Roberto. Before this gets ugly.”

  My eyes are glued to Guy. Does anyone notice him moving? His footsteps make no noise and Frances is effectively distracting Roberto with his confidence and his gun. Marley is fully focused on dealing with her daughter and getting her out of the room, which is proving difficult. From what I overhear of Marley yelling, Alex wasn’t even supposed to be on the island. She was supposed to be back home with her brother, Carl.

  Drip, drip, drip.

  I ignore the pain radiating up my arm now and the blood dripping down my fingertips. I ignore the knife digging into my back. I ignore Marley dragging Alex from the room. I ignore the banter between Frances and Roberto that could decide my fate. I focus solely on not raising awareness to Guy as he stealthily moves across the room to get to me.

  “I deserve that money!”

  The knife digs into my back enough to rip the fabric of Guy’s t-shirt and prick my skin.

  “You deserve shit.”

  At the same time that Frances’s furious growl rings through the room and a gunshot goes off, Roberto and his knife are jerked away from me and Frances darts forward and pulls me out of the way.

  “What about Guy?” I whisper frantically as Frances drags me quickly from the room.

  “He can carry his own. Don’t worry about him.”

  The last thing I see before I'm pulled around the corner is Guy pounding Roberto’s face in. I wasn’t aware he could fight like that…

  “Marley!” Frances’s voice booms in the small room. “Clean Kiki’s cut. She’s Guy’s. I need to go back in there.”

  I'm basically thrown over to the terrifying, small woman with dark eyes and black hair. Before Marley can reach me, Alex is next to me, hands on hips.

  “I had it under control!”

  “I didn’t want him to hur-hurt you,” I whisper, feeling unsteady on my feet. I'm starting to feel woozy. My mind is spinning with memories I’d rather never relive.

  “Alex, move.”

  Marley comes over then and takes my shoulders in her hands.

  “Sit.”

  I take a seat right where I'm at. Not because I have to listen to her, but mostly because I feel so unsteady on my feet. I fall criss-cross on the floor. I tuck my bleeding palm into the crook of my knee to hide it, like I'm so used to doing with all my i
njuries. Marley puts her hand out, asking to see the injury. I hesitate. I don’t want to do this with her. I just want—

  “Kiki.”

  That broken, beautiful voice makes tears spring to my eyes and my muscles go limp.

  “Guy,” I whisper. Marley steps back immediately, but Alex doesn’t. She’s still standing guard next to me. Her eyes are blazing, staring at my hand tucked between my legs.

  “I'm here. I'm sorry, Katrina.”

  Guy comes up behind me and wraps me in his arms. I spin and face plant into him. For the first time ever, right after an injury or assault, I have arms to cry into.

  And I do. I really do.

  Guy simply holds me as I sob into his arms endlessly. I don’t think I just cry because of what happened. It’s years of beatings and pain that come out in his arms on the earth floor.

  “Shh, I got you. I got you. You’re safe. You’re safe now, baby.”

  I sniffle a couple more times before finally pulling back and cupping his face with a shaking hand.

  “Did you kill him?” I whisper.

  Alex makes herself known then. “No!” she snaps. “He knows I livestreamed this to the boss. If he has a brain, he’ll hand him over to the boss himself.”

  Alex’s eyes gleam at that.

  “I'm sure he’ll handle him way better than Guy could. No offense.”

  “Absolutely none taken,” Guy mutters.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper to him.

  Guy lets out a manic-sounding laugh.

  “Am I okay? Shut up, sweetness. You okay? Let’s see that hand.”

  Letting out a hiss between my teeth, I show him the torn flesh. His eyes blaze when he sees it.

  “Let’s get that taken care of before it gets infected. Alex…” Guy turns to her. “Grab your dad. Tell him he can stop hiding out.”

  There’s a little laugh in Guy’s voice.

  “And tell him to get me first aid supplies.”

  “I hate taking orders,” Alex mutters as she stomps out of the room.

  “She’s…”

  “Insane. Yeah, I know. No need to tip-toe around it.”

  Okay. That’s a little disturbing, but okay. Frances enters with Marley by his side a moment later. His eyes are dark and unreadable, but for some reason, he seems slightly less scary now. I won’t forget the way he swiftly pulled me out of harm's way. Wordlessly, he hands Guy the first aid kit as Marley observes. She seems somewhat uneasy and paranoid, but when Frances goes back to her side and nips at her ear a bit, she seems less tense.