Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“So, you killed him,” she finishes, her eyes never leaving mine.
I turn onto my side and without thinking I reach out and push a lock of hair from her eyes.
I pull back my hand and nod. “So, I killed him.”
She scrunches her nose. “No village of women and children then?”
I’ve never met anyone that thinks the way she does, and I can’t decide if it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever encountered or the devil himself testing me and the limits of my lust for her. “No. Never. Just a guy who played the game and lost.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad,” she says with a yawn. “Thank you for telling me a truth, even if it’s not the one I really wanted.”
I roll over to my back again, and stiffen when she scoots closer, curling up beside me as close as she can get without touching me. I blow out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, but the relief that usually accompanies such a sigh is nowhere to be found and instead the only thing I’m filled with is a lingering sense of dread.
“Get some sleep,” I whisper.
Lenny doesn’t answer.
I look down and find that her eyes are already shut. Her breathing is even. I run my fingers down her cheek. And again, without thinking, I lean over and kiss her forehead. “I guess you will be able to sleep after all,” I say in an almost inaudible whisper. “Even though I just told you how I killed your boyfriend.”
Chapter Seventeen
NINE
I’m at a truck stop. The smell of gravy from the cafe twenty yards away taunts me as I sit inside the cab of a big rig about to do something I’ve never wanted to do less. However, my growling stomach and inconsistent thoughts remind me of why I’m here.
So, does the eager look from the burly man in the driver’s seat.
At first, I intended to rob him. Steal something of value or possibly even some cash, but it was a terrible plan. His wallet is on the dash over the steering wheel, within arm’s reach but too close to the man behind that wheel.
I make a new plan, probably equally as terrible, but it’s all I got.
Distraction.
I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock ignoring the masculine gasp from beside me and the sickening feeling in my empty gut.
“You’re huge, kid,” the man says. I can smell his rank breath across the truck cab.
This isn’t going to work unless I can actually distract him, so it has to, at least, seem real. I close my eyes and try to pretend he’s not watching me. I picture a beautiful supermodel from the swimsuit issue I used to hide under my bed at my last foster home. I’m able to get semi-hard and am about to open my eyes to see if my distraction is working when I feel the heat of his rank breath on my neck.
My eyes shoot open.
“Let me do it for you,” he says, licking his thin lips with his fat tongue. He goes to reach for my dick, but I pull away, slamming my back against the door.
“That wasn’t the deal. Twenty bucks was to watch. JUST to watch,” I remind him, covering my junk with my hand. It’s not like I haven’t done more in the past. I just want to get this the fuck over with and get some food and to get a hold of Pike.
“I tell you what. I’ll sweeten the deal. I’ll throw in an extra hundred if you let me do it,” he offers.
I’m about to say no when he reaches into the glove compartment and takes out a hundred-dollar bill, waving it in front of my face.
I snatch it from him, but he grabs it back, setting it on the dash.
“You’ll get it after,” he says.
I sit back down on the seat and try to pretend I’m somewhere else while my stomach turns at the feeling of his calloused rough hand grab the base of my shaft.
I go soft instantly.
“You ain’t getting paid unless you come,” he gruffs, angrily.
Fuck, I actually have to do this.
I close my eyes again and imagine the same supermodel, only now she’s holding a Brillow pad as she strokes me. It takes forever, but thankfully, I lose myself to my thoughts until I do, in fact, come in the most exhausting grotesque, bile-inducing orgasm of my life.
Before the sinking regret and shame can sink in, I lunge forward and snatch the bill from the dashboard. I yank up my pants as the trucker closes his eyes and licks his fingers clean.
That’s my shot. I don’t have time to vomit, so I swallow down the bile rising in my throat and snag his wallet from the dash. I wait in the shadows for him to pull out of the parking lot before I run at full-speed into the diner.