by Marie James
After the blood is completely gone from my hands, I jump in the shower. Thirty minutes later I’m toweling off and getting dressed. I had to wash my hair three times before the water stopped looking like rust going down the drain. Chopping people up should be less messy. But where’s the fun in that?
I head out to my car and grab the double-bagged trash sack and carry it back into the house. Lighting a fire in the fireplace to burn my clothes I have two regrets. One, I was wearing my favorite shirt when I made the decision to off that bitch. I remind myself, once again, to carry a change of clothes with me in my car at all times. This will also prevent me from having to strip and drive home naked. Two, I left my damn phone in the car, so I had absolutely no pictures of tonight’s activities. I have to remember it on my next excursion for sure.
“What are you doing?” Luke bellows from the doorway just as I throw my bloody socks into the fireplace.
“What are you doing up this late, Luke?” I don’t even turn in his direction. I know where this conversation is heading, and it’s one we’ve been over more times than I can count.
“You said you weren’t going to do this shit anymore, Leia.” He plops on the couch and lets out a long sigh.
I shrug my shoulders and poke at the section of my jeans that hadn’t caught fire yet. “She pissed me off.”
“And just who is she?” he asks.
“I didn’t catch her name,” I say with a light giggle. She was actually quite surprised to see me when I stabbed her the first time, waking her up from a deep slumber.
“Fuck! Leia!” Luke stands from the couch quickly and runs his fingers through his hair. “This is why we agreed you wouldn’t do this shit on your own anymore.” He’s pacing back and forth growing more frustrated with every step that he takes.
“Calm down, Luke. It’s no big deal. She was nobody.” I set the poker back in the rack and stand up.
“How do you know she was nobody if you don’t even know her name? You can’t keep taking people out just because they pissed you off. They have to be researched. The pros and cons have to be weighed. You know all of this. We’ve been over it a thousand times!” he shouts. He stops in front of me, his eyes pleading for me to hear reason.
“Fine!” I yell. “I won’t do anything else on my own.”
“You said that last time, and if memory serves me correctly, it was only three days later I caught you in here burning clothes just like you are tonight.” He narrows his eyes at me, expecting me to say something. I wouldn’t tell him then what happened that night and I sure as hell won’t tell him anything about tonight.
“You always ruin my fun,” I pout and sit down on the couch with my arms crossed over my chest.
“I’m not trying to ruin your fun; you just have to be smart about what you do. Certain things take planning.” I nod my head in agreement if for any other reason just to get him off my back.
“I’m tired, and I’m going to bed.” I stand up from the couch and allow him to kiss my forehead when I walk past him. I turn in the doorway and look back at him. “Where’s Danny?”
He gives me a devious smile. “Danny is in the Sound.”
I laugh all the way back to my bedroom, and the smile is still on my face as I climb under my covers. Luke’s talking about my extracurricular activities, and yet he always dumps his bodies in Puget Sound. He’ll get caught long before I ever do. I regret thinking it immediately; I don’t know what I’d do without my brother.
Chapter 11
Matthew
I ended up considering going as Bane for Halloween but ultimately kept with Billy Ray since it would be impossible to drink all night with that damn mask on my face. I know I’ve told myself repeatedly that I’m not drinking but let’s be honest, it’s Halloween.
I’m late getting to the bar because I had to work until closing at the shop. At least this way I avoided all of the traffic from the trick-or-treaters earlier this evening. Mike’s is on fire by the time I walk through the door. The bass is pumping, and my heartbeat begins to match the rhythm. There is so much exposed skin around this place it’s unbelievable. I’ve seen at least a dozen women walk by with extremely short dresses on and a pair of cat ears. Clearly ‘naughty pussy’ is the theme of choice tonight. The notion makes me think of the dead lady in 2310, and it begins to sour my mood.
I hit the bar and start a tab. It’s easier this way. I get gifty when I drink so there’s no telling what my bill is going to be at the end of the night. I throw back a couple shots of Wild Turkey just to take the edge off and accept the beer a friend hands me.
“What’s up, Clay?” I say and take a sip of the ice cold Coors Light leaning against the bar top and scanning the crowd.
“Not much,” he tilts his beer back as well. “Lots of pussy running around here.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Not really leaving anything to the imagination are they?”
“I saw one woman in a slutty nun costume. I was going to try to talk to her, but she disappeared with a Catholic Priest.”
“Tough luck, man.” I finish my beer and turn back to the bar and grab another.
Clay has already turned his attention to a chick in what appears to be less than half of a Wonder Woman costume. I’d have more fun at the gym. Just a few more drinks then I’m out of here. I think I need to get my brain checked. Shouldn’t a room full of half-naked women be more appealing than the gym? Something about these girls just doesn’t do it for me. I don’t want what every man can have or has seen.
Best laid plans and all that. Three hours and half a dozen shots later I’m sitting in the corner with a stupid grin on my face watching my best buddy Josh walk around in a flannel onesie carrying around a huge teddy bear. If I were a better man I’d get up and tell him one of the buttons came undone on the butt-flap and half his bare ass is hanging out, but if I know Josh he’s well aware of the fabric costume’s malfunction, if not responsible for it directly. I’m leaving after this last beer if anything to get out of these tight ass shorts. I’ve been locked up so tight I may never see my nuts again.
I set my empty beer bottle on an unoccupied table and make my way to the restroom, and by ‘make my way’ I mean high-five everyone I pass and stumble along.
“Hey there Daddy,” a female voice purrs as I near the bathroom door.
I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of someone saying that to me. Women these days have no filter and say some of the dumbest shit.
I falter when the woman from the gym steps out in front of me. My eyes roam over her body, and I grin when I realize my mistake. She’s dressed in a sequined leotard, has on a low-cropped blond wig, and bright red lipstick. Her Halloween costume: Miley Cyrus. This has to be cosmic intervention right? I’m Billy Ray; she’s Miley.
The things I’m thinking are far from what any ‘father’ should be thinking of doing to his daughter. Thankfully I’m too drunk to give a shit.
“Hey, Miley. It’s past your curfew isn’t it?” She bites her lip and nods. I can’t really tell if she’s trying to be seductive, but that’s how she’s coming across. My drunken mind has even less control of my ‘always at the ready’ cock. He’s down for whatever, and looking at this woman in front of me we are finally in agreement.
I lean in closer to her and give her my sexiest smile. “I should ground you.” It’s the best I could come up with to test the water for the things I really want to tell her.
“Can’t you just spank me instead?” She grins shyly like she didn’t just ask an incredibly seductive question.
“Let’s grab a cab.” I’m not going to waste any time even second guessing this situation. Sasha Grey’s mouth is not everything that Amazon made it out to be. Needless to say, she’s been quite the let down the last few days, and I’m thinking Miley here may just be able to rectify that situation.
“I haven’t been drinking. I’ll drive us.” I want to fist pump the air but in my state, I may end up on the ground. “We have to go to your place, though. I don�
��t live alone,” she says.
Therein lays the problem. I don’t usually bring one-nighters back to my apartment. My cock tells my brain to shut its damn mouth and head home. For some reason, my head listens.
“Sure thing, darlin’,” comes out of my mouth quicker than I thought it would.
She holds up a pair of keys. “I’m right out front.”
I watch her ass sway in her shimmery leotard as we make our way to her car.
“How did you even get into this thing?” I can’t seem to find a way to peel ‘Miley’ out of her costume, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s glued to it or if my drunken hands just won’t work.
“Here let me,” she offers and begins to inch the damn sequined fabric down her body.
I’m entranced when her perky breasts are revealed. My eyes are unable to focus on anything else. My dick is also impressed, which is amazing considering the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. I have to stay focused if not it may end up like the last time I brought a woman home. Let’s just say she was less than impressed by my inability to perform. Something tells me that is not going to be an issue with ‘Miley.’
The wig falls from her head and hits the floor and out pops that amazing streak of purple hair. I don’t know why the sight of it gets me so fired up, but it does. I like women that are different, not trying to fit into one particular type of stereotype.
I unzip my shorts and shove them down, finally freeing my pent up balls. I groan at the feel of the cool air hitting them. Freedom! I want to shout, but refrain. I must be sobering up a bit.
I yank my ripped up t-shirt over my head. My wig has disappeared to no telling where, but I’m too busy staring at ‘Miley’s’ incredible body as she tugs her costume down her hips, light reflecting off of the purple rhinestone belly button ring. Now that’s hot.
She kicks the outfit to the side and stands to her full height in front of me, wearing nothing but a smile. We stand in silence and just stare at each other for a long moment.
“On the bed, Miley,” I finally manage to say. “Face down; ass up. Get ready for your spanking.” I’ve never actually spanked a woman before, and I have no intentions of hitting this one, but I figure this is the best way for me to get my hands on that strip of purple hair.
She gives me a sly smirk and climbs on the bed, positioning herself just like I instructed her to do. She tosses her hair to one side so she can look at me over her shoulder. Best. View. Ever.
I step to the side of the bed and grab a condom from the bedside table. Fumbling with the package, I somehow manage to get it open and rolled on. I crawl behind her and sweep my finger over her pussy, checking for readiness. I’d normally spend more time handling business, but I’m drunk and tired as fuck.
“Spank me!” She begins to rotate her hips moving away from my cock.
“Not tonight, darlin’.” I line myself up again and hold her in place.
I’d planned on easing in since I didn’t do much to prep her but she has other ideas. At the first hint of my invasion, she shoves her hips back, completely impaling herself on my dick.
“Damn it!” I gasp grabbing her ass. Yep, way different than the silicone mouth I’ve been jacking off into this week.
I remain still behind her and watch our connection as she fucks herself up and down my length, fully enjoying the feeling of her tightness as well as the bounce of her ass when she hits my thighs.
“Oh God!” She’s screaming and if I wasn’t about to blow I’d tell her to keep quiet. I do have neighbors after all.
“Fuck, take it, Miley.” And she does.
Feeling bold, I lick the pad of my thumb and sweep it over the pucker of her ass.
She moans loudly. “Yes! Matthew!” The convulsing from her orgasms grabs me by the balls and pulls me over with her.
My head is swimming, and I see stars. I’m not sure if it is the alcohol or the orgasm causing the dizziness.
Wait… did she call me by my name?
I lean to the side and crash into the bed, my world going blissfully dark.
Chapter 12
Leia
I can’t believe I woke up beside Matthew Hosea! Out of all of the women in that bar last night, he chose me to go home with him. I knew we had a connection the first time he clicked like on one of my comments on a post of his. I can’t wait for us to be together all of the time, especially if last night is indicative of how things will go in the future.
He didn’t spank me like I’d hoped he would, but we’ll work on the things I like once he’s with me back at the house permanently. Other than that particular refusal it was pretty amazing. I can’t even imagine his skill level in the bedroom when he’s sober and actually puts some effort into my pleasure.
Matthew passed out pretty quickly, but that’s expected I guess with the amount of alcohol I watched him consume last night. He was in the same position I left him when I left for a bit to get some keys cut. I made a copy of his and also went ahead and left a copy of mine on his key ring. I’m curious to see if he even notices the new addition.
I crawled back in bed and snuggled against him but had to keep putting the damn dog on the floor. I wasn’t sharing the bed with anyone but him. We’re going to have to have a very serious talk eventually. I don’t think our family of three is going to work out the way he thinks it will. The dog has to go.
I don’t fall back asleep, I just stare at him and count his inhales and exhales, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he takes. He really is some kind of beautiful. Under my close scrutiny, I can tell when he’s just beginning to wake up. He grunts and flexes his hips, clearly indicating that I should do something with his straining erection. Who am I to refuse my man?
I clench my thighs together at the thought of him in my mouth. My body loves the idea immediately growing slick and ready for him. I’ve never been fond of giving head, but I’m certain he’s going to love it, and I like to keep him happy. I wrap my lips around the thick head and give it a hard suck. He groans and that encourages me so I take him as far down the back of my throat as I can, making sure to keep a tight suction as I rise off of him.
I had my eyes closed at first, but when I finally open them, I see him staring right back at me, watching my every move as I suck him off. The sight is amazing. His arms are behind his head, and his crooked smile is in full effect. I can’t believe I make him as happy as I do.
“Fuck, Miley,” he grunts and a second later, without warning, he’s coming in my mouth. It slides down my throat, and I almost want to clamp my teeth down to teach him a lesson, but refrain. He’s not aware of my preferences.
I swallow and wipe the back of my hand across my chin. “We’re going to have to work on your manners,” I say as calmly as I can. He’ll get some extra attention from the crop for the stunt he just pulled. It won’t happen again after that; I guarantee.
“Sorry darlin’, it’s been a long time,” he says with a smirk. “Plus, your mouth just felt so damn good.”
I’m pissed, but I can’t help but beam at him. It’s not his fault my dick sucking skills are spectacular. I climb up his body and lean in to give him a kiss, but before I can plant my lips on his, he’s climbing out of the bed, and the motion pushes me off of him.
I pout and cross my arms over my chest. This always works with Luke to get my way, and I’m certain Matthew won’t be able to resist it either.
I watch his muscular backside as he bends over and slides on a pair of gray sweats.
“I hate to run you off, but I’ve got to get ready for work,” he says turning back to me and handing me my sequined leotard from last night he’s picked up from the floor. He doesn’t bother to make eye contact.
I snatch it from his hand. “I can’t leave wearing this.” I hold the fabric out in front of me like it’s trash. It’s not of course. I’ll take it home and never wash it because it was what I was wearing the first time we made love.
“How about a t-shirt?” Matthew
asks while scratching his head. He seems a little frustrated.
“That’d be great.” I climb off the bed and wait for him to grab a shirt out of the closet. He shuffles through quite a bit before he finds a special one for me.
He takes a step toward me and offers the t-shirt. Rather than take it from him I stand in front of him and raise my arms over my head. He takes the hint, shakes the shirt out, and tugs it over my head. I wanted to feel his bare hands against my skin one more time, but he manages to pull it on without touching me.
“Thank you,” I whisper seductively batting my eyelashes at him.
“No problem,” he says and immediately takes a few steps back.
I can take a hint. I have to give him the opportunity to wrap his head around us. Men are different from women, and they take longer accept their fate, especially where women are concerned. I’d expect nothing less from a self-proclaimed bachelor.
“So,” I say grabbing my costume from last night and shoving it into my huge purse. “I’ll call you later.”
I leave his apartment with a spring in my step and the biggest smile on my face. It is amazing how perfect things look and how bright the sun shines when you’re in love. I thought I was in love once before, but I was wrong. It wasn’t anything like the powerful emotion I feel toward Matthew.
I can’t wait to see what he posts today about our time together last night. Surely he’ll mention me.
Chapter 13
Matthew
I can’t believe I did that shit again. I strip down and hit the shower needing more than anything to wash last night off of me. It wasn’t all bad, but I let the booze and my dick think for me again. The morning blow job was spot on. I give credit where credit is due and man… perfect.
