This is the End, Baby (War & Peace Book 7)

by K. Webster

  My eyes meet Hannah’s as I slip my palm under her dress. She spreads her knees to grant me access, bumping the other guy’s knee in the process. He lets out a choked sound and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

  I smirk as I run my finger along the outside of her panties where her clit is. A gasp of pleasure escapes her. When I glance over at the guy, who’s closer to her age than I am, he’s staring shamelessly at the way my hand moves under her dress.

  My Hannah is naughty because she likes putting on a little show.

  I lean forward and bite her tit through her dress, my eyes finding the horny guy’s beside her. He gives me a deer-in-the-headlights stare as I nip at my woman. The glare I give him back says, You can watch as long as you don’t fucking touch.

  He hisses out a breath of air and slouches in his seat, his palm covering his crotch. Fucking pervert.

  “Your panties are wet, sweet girl,” I murmur, my breath hot against her dress.

  She smiles at me. “They are.”

  “Does it turn you on that some guy is watching your husband touch you?” I question, my eyebrow lifting.

  Her blue eyes flicker with darkness, and she nods. The guy beside her groans.

  “Do you want my finger inside your slippery cunt?”

  I lift up and scan the cabin for anyone noticing our little party, but nobody is. Nobody but Horny Fuck next to her. I grab hold of her panties and start inching them down. She lifts her ass to help, and together we slide them down her thighs.

  When I pull them off her ankles, I hold them out to Horny Fuck. “Can you hold these a second?”

  He stares at me with flames of desire flickering in his eyes and he takes the panties. Who wouldn’t? This girl is a fucking knockout. Tall. Blonde. Legs for days. And a rack that most men would only dream of getting to come all over. Once he has her panties in his fist with his other hand resting on his crotch, I slide my palm back under her dress.

  “Spread them further,” I whisper and lean in to bite her ear lobe.

  She does but the space doesn’t allow for much room. Her leg lifts and she hooks it over Horny Fuck’s thigh. “I hope you don’t mind,” she purrs at him.

  He grips her panties so tight his knuckles turn white. I almost start laughing. He’s probably imagining all the ways he’d fuck her. I smirk, knowing she’d fuck him up before he even got the chance. She hooks her other leg over my knee and now she’s spread wide open for me.

  “That’s better,” I murmur, my tone low and deadly, as I slide my finger along her wetness. When I push a finger inside her, she moans softly. I can tell the guy beside me would like to help. I’ll rip his entire arm off if he touches her, though.

  “You’re such a naughty girl,” I chide as I slowly fuck her with one finger. “I forgot how naughty you can be.”

  She whimpers and squirms in the seat. “I need more,” she pleads under her breath.

  I smirk at Horny Fuck, who is staring at us with his mouth hanging wide open. “How many fingers?”

  “All of them,” she breathes.

  “Jesus Christ,” Horny Fuck hisses.

  I wink at her as I ease two more fingers into her. My cock is much bigger than three of my fingers. But this girl, with the right amount of lube, has been able to take my entire fist before. She’s fucking magical.

  “Your body is making so much noise,” I observe. Each time I push inside her, her juices make a loud sound. “Maybe we should do something to cover up that sound.” When I rub my thumb over her clit, she moans loudly. An old sleeping woman across the aisle stirs but doesn’t wake. When I glance back at Horny Fuck, he’s discretely rubbing the palm of his hand against his cock, which is hard and noticeable through his sweatpants.

  I focus on fingerfucking my wife. She’s attempting to be quiet but is having trouble. With my fingers buried in her pussy, she is on the verge of a scream.

  “When we get to the hotel,” I whisper against her throat, “I’m going to put my dick in your ass. You want that sweet girl?”

  “Mmm-hhhmmmm,” she moans.

  Horny Fuck curses again.

  Her legs are beginning to quiver and she has no control over her body. When she runs her heel farther up his thigh, I know it isn’t a loss of control. My sweet girl is dirty and likes to make people suffer. The moment her foot touches his cock, I know he’s really fucking suffering.

  “You’re not innocent,” I snarl as I nip at her ear. “You’re going to fucking pay for that little move.”

  Her fingers find my hair and she kisses me hard. I know it’s to distract me because five bucks says she’s trying to get Horny Fuck off with her foot. My girl is dangerous like that. Always playing with fire. She doesn’t want that dork. She wants me to punish her for touching him.

  “You can’t distract me,” I hiss as I pull away from our kiss. Sure enough, her foot is rubbing against him, and he’s groaning in pleasure. I yank my fingers from her body, causing her to whimper from the loss before I snag the panties from Horny Fuck’s fist. “These are mine.” Her juices get smeared across the back of his hand in the exchange. He gapes at me in horror but then his eyes roll back in his head when she rubs against him again.

  I snap my gaze to hers, and she challenges me with her dark stare. I glare at her as I stuff her panties into her mouth. “I need to stifle your scream,” I hiss.

  My hand goes back under her dress. I get two of my fingers good and wet in her pussy before sliding them to the puckered hole of her ass. She cries out when I push them fully into her. My thumb slips inside her wet cunt and I fuck both holes ruthlessly.

  The noises coming from our row are straight up from a porno, and this almost makes me laugh. My own cock is desperate to be inside her, but that’ll have to wait until we arrive at the hotel. Horny Fuck just sits back and enjoys a foot rub against his cock.

  An old guy in front of us turns to give us a dirty look, but when he sees what we’re doing—and most likely gets a firsthand view of what’s going on under her dress—he gasps before turning around. Hannah whimpers again and her body begins to tremble. I suck on her earlobe until she’s convulsing hard. Her pussy and ass both clench simultaneously around my fingers as she finds her release. Horny Fuck groans too.

  They fucking came together.

  This makes me snort.

  I pull my hand out from under her dress and then yank her knee back to where it belongs—in front of her and away from him. Then, I pull the panties from her mouth and put them in my pocket. Horny Fuck is tense as hell as he stares down at the wet spot soaking through his sweatpants.

  “You made a mess there,” Hannah says with a loud giggle.

  He turns to look at her, his throat turning bright red. If we weren’t on an airplane, I’d make his throat red all right but with his own blood—brilliant crimson and gushing. Horny Fuck is lucky I’m not free to do what I please. Because it would please me to slaughter him for his part in our little sex show.

  “Oh,” she says when she notices her wetness smeared on his hand. “That’s mine. Sorry about that.” She grabs his wrist and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes dart to mine as she licks off the remnants of her arousal from Horny Fuck’s hand. When she releases him, he bolts from his chair and all but runs to the bathroom closest to us.

  “You’re so getting punished for that.”

  She curls her body to face mine and runs her palm over my cock through my jeans. “Good. I deserve it.”

  I’m not about to come in my pants like Horny Fuck. So I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out.

  “Suck it, bad girl. Hurry.”

  She leans forward and licks my tip. I grab a handful of her hair as she starts bobbing up and down my length. Her teeth are sharp as she lets them graze along my sensitive flesh. Always reminding me what a fucking monster she can be.

  Well, I’m a monster too.

  I grip her hair and twist it until I know it hurts. Then, I push her farther down my cock until I feel the head of my dick sliding into her t
hroat. Her throat tenses as she gags but then she relaxes, so I can use her. I make her facefuck me for several long moments until I come with a grunt. My cum rushes down her throat. She doesn’t gag but stays relaxed so she can swallow it all down like a good girl.

  The old fucker in front of us turns on the light, alerting the stewardess that he needs something. I know the prick just wants to tattle on us. My dick still throbs with its release when I make eye contact with the stewardess who is now making her way toward us.

  I release Hannah and she quickly puts my wet cock away. She’s just sitting up and righting her dress when the woman asks the old fucker what he needs.

  “I need a stiff drink, ma’am,” he drawls out.

  I smirk and wave at the lady. “Bring one for this row too.”

  She hustles away, and Horny Fuck shows back up. I can tell he tried to clean up his cum, but it didn’t work. He avoids making eye contact with us as he sits back down.

  This vacation is already off to one helluva start.

  This is exactly what we needed.

  I’M NOT SURE why he brought us to this seemingly run down city, but at least the hotel is nice, and we have a view of the beach. The pool is killer. While Gabe sleeps, I stare out the window and watch a barge move slowly across the water.

  It’s peaceful here.

  I like it.

  My chest aches and I miss my kids. I’ve been slowly weaning Land off the breast because I haven’t been producing as much milk as my hungry boy needs. This trip was the little push he and I both needed to quit for good. But now my breasts are sore. It just reminds me how much I miss having him nurse from me, even if he could only do it once or twice a day.

  A buzz comes from Gabe’s phone plugged in on the table. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I walk over to see who’s texting him.

  Brie.

  Irritation claws its way up inside of me, but I swallow it down. I vowed I would do my best when it came to Brie. That I’d be nice to her. She has my brother, and they seem happy with the babies. It makes me angry, though, that she now hogs my brother and my husband. Stingy bitch.

  I read her text to my husband.

  Brie Baby: The photographer can do that date. Ren and I have been tasting cakes this week. One more month, Daddy. :)

  A huff of breath escapes me, and I roll my eyes. Another little annoyance in my life. Brie and her wedding to my brother. I’m surprised he’s so eager to take on some other man’s kids. But sweet, stupid Ren dove in without hesitation to play daddy to her twins. Ren was always soft when it came to girls. Always wanted to be the hero.

  It was Calder who surprised me. My younger brother fell hard for that chick with no tongue. They actually come over to the house, from time to time, to see Toto and Land. It’s Ren and Brie who refuse to see us.

  Well, me, actually.

  Neither of them want to see me.

  I’m not even allowed at their wedding.

  Fury surges through me, and I decide I need to let off some steam. I throw on a tank top and some mid-shin-length black workout pants. Once I’ve laced up my tennis shoes and pulled my long blonde hair into a ponytail, I grab my key from the desk in the room and head out. Despite this hotel being nice enough, it’s still old school with real keys. I’d balked at that, but my old man husband didn’t even notice until I pointed it out. They were all like this back in the day, he’d said. The olden days…

  I smirk as I walk down the long hallways on a search for the fitness room we’d passed. When I reach the door, I’m irritated to find it’s locked. With a huff, I travel downstairs and through the lobby to go outside.

  Today, it’s warm out. It’ll be dark soon, so I don’t want to stay out too late considering I don’t know this country very well. We’ve barely been here a day, and my poor husband is wiped out. After a day of fucking and eating room service, he spent the rest of the afternoon sleeping.

  I start jogging down the narrow road. My ponytail swings back and forth along the back of my shoulders as I run. This country isn’t one I’ve been to before. Gabe told me I had to be careful. Freaks are everywhere, he’d said. Don’t I know it.

  As I jog, I pass several stray animals, but they scamper off when they see me. A couple of cars pass by and one honks. I run until I find access to the public beach. The chain-link fence I come to is beat up, but once I walk through the gate, I find a nice beach. Not as nice as the ones back home, but it’ll do. I run past an old fat man with a hairy white chest lying in the sand and dart along the shore. It feels good to run. I fill my lungs with the warm air and grin.

  Gabe was right.

  I did need a vacation.

  I love my kids so much, and I can keep my darkness at bay. But sometimes…it’s like I’m not me. I’m this other person. I stare at them with a stranger’s eyes. Sometimes, I wish it were just me and Gabe. And those thoughts scare me. I wonder if the stranger within me will make that happen one day.

  With a frown, I trot to a stop and bend over to catch my breath. Someone catcalls me. I jerk my head over to see that I’m standing in front of a dilapidated beach house. A man stands in the shadows under the porch.

  “Oye mamita linda!” he hollers in a thick Spanish accent and follows it with a whistle. He emerges from the shadows, puffing on a cigarette, and crudely grabs his crotch.

  My chest aches from exertion and my calves are on fire. I look over my shoulder to see how far I’ve run. At least a mile…maybe two. I can’t even see the hotel from this distance. Unease creeps up my spine.

  “I don’t speak Spanish,” I yell back as I start hobbling away. My throat is on fire from thirst. I wish I’d have thought this out before I just ran off without my phone or telling my husband where I was going while in a foreign country.

  “I speak English, pretty lady. Come a little closer. Are you thirsty? You look like you need a rest.”

  I turn to regard him. I am thirsty.

  His eyes widen in shock when I start walking in his direction. When I’m close, he blatantly eye-fucks me. The guy is sort of cute, I guess. Probably late twenties. He needs a shower, but I don’t think he has problems getting women.

  “I’m Hannah,” I tell him and give him a shy smile. “Staying over there with my husband.”

  He frowns and scratches his scruffy jaw with a finger while somehow managing to hold on to his cigarette. “Husband, eh?”

  “Yep.” I smile primly at him.

  His gaze falls to my chest. I look down and frown to see two wet spots from where my nipples have leaked.

  “Oh no,” I groan. “Babies.”

  He takes a long drag of his cigarette while his eyes linger on my tits. “You look good, Mama.”

  I bask in his praise and bat my eyelashes at him. “Thanks. I thought you had something for me to drink.”

  He nods and licks his lips before tossing the cigarette into the sand. “I’m Pico.” With a wave of his hand, he motions for me to follow him.

  I wobble after him, wishing my calves didn’t hurt so badly. I’ll drink some water and then head back to the hotel. He slides open a dirty glass door at the back of the house. I follow him inside. One quick glance tells me this is an abandoned home. Trash litters the space and it reeks of feces.

  “Where’s the water?” I croak out.

  The glass door slides shut behind me, and he stands between it and me. “There is no water.”

  I turn to him and frown. “Then why’d you invite me in?”

  His brown eyes seem to darken and he lifts his T-shirt to reveal a gun tucked into his waistband. “You know why, white girl.”

  I curl up my lip. “Let me out of here, asshole.”

  A dark laugh rumbles from him. “No, cunt.”

  “My husband—”

  He snorts and pulls the gun from his belt. “Your husband can’t do shit.”

  I narrow my eyes at him and crack my neck. “I was going to say,” I hiss, “that my husband will be angry if I kill you.”

  This set
s him off because he attacks me. I’m tackled backward, and we land on a dirty mattress in the middle of the floor. He shoves the barrel of the gun under my chin as he uses his other hand to yank my pants down.

  I don’t fight or wiggle or anything.

  I wait.

  When he senses I’m not putting up a struggle, he glares at me. “What’s wrong with you, puta? Are you fucking crazy?”

  “You have no idea.”

  He snarls and roughly grabs me between my legs. His dirty finger pushes past my panties, seeking entrance. It burns when he gets it inside me. The gun feels cold against my jaw, but I’m not afraid. His zipper goes down, and he manages to take his cock out once he yanks his finger back out.

  The wait is over.

  He still holds the gun loosely in his one hand while the other is trying to help his cock thrust past my panties. I grip the key in my hand to form a weapon and I stab at his eyes.

  Poke. Poke. Poke.

  “Fuuuuck,” he roars, abandoning his gun and me to cover his now bleeding face.

  I grin as I shimmy my panties and pants back up my thighs. Sitting up on my knees, I grab his gun and point it at him. “You’re going to regret ever waking up this morning.”

  He whimpers like a pussy. “Y-You fucking stabbed me in the eye!”

  “Y-You tried to rape me,” I mock and then cackle. “You messed up, buddy. You messed up real bad.”

  His cock is out and I laugh. Thin and the big bush of black hair surrounding it makes it seems shorter, too. No wonder he has to resort to rape. Nobody wants his tiny pecker. Poor fucker.

  “Get naked.”

  He hisses. “What?”

  “You wanna fuck? Let’s fuck,” I taunt.

  “Fuck you, bitch.”

  I stand over him and kick his shoulder until he’s on his back. With my gun pointed at his face, I snap at him, “I said get naked, asshole.”

  Terror flickers in his uninjured eye. With a shaking hand, he shoves his dirty underwear down and kicks away his jeans. Then, he pulls away his T-shirt. His chest is littered with poorly done tattoos, and it makes me giggle.

  What a fucking loser.

  “That’s better,” I coo. “Now, tell me how many girls you’ve raped.”