You are going to kill me one day.
“Was it all the blood?”
I felt like telling her to quit it, but it felt too fucking good.
“You, the blood, watching you kill again. All of it, little wisp. You make me so fucking crazy.”
Our voices were low, so they didn’t carry to the front. West was still asleep. We weren’t exactly disturbing him, either.
“Then let me take care of it for you.”
Scarlett shifted and started unbuttoning my clothes without a second fucking thought. The moment she wrapped her small hand around my cock, I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t going to do. I didn’t want to come all over myself. Gripping the blanket, I tugged it up before planting my hand behind her head and shoving her underneath it.
“Wrap your lips around it,” I hissed before settling the blanket over her.
I almost fucking died when she complied. Her hot little mouth was heaven. She stroked what she couldn’t fit between her lips. I wasn’t going to make her gag on me. It might wake up Prescott and West. My eyes went to the front of the car and met Francis’ through the rearview mirror. He gave me a look that spoke volumes. He knew what was happening. I gave him a shrug, placing my hand over Scarlett’s head underneath the blanket to keep her working my cock with her mouth.
Francis shook his head and turned his attention back to the road. Probably a good thing he was the one driving. If it had been Prescott, he would no doubt be encouraging us right now. I didn’t have time for his voyeuristic antics. Not when it felt so fucking good to have her mouth wrapped around me.
“Little wisp, don’t stop,” I whispered.
She hummed, the sensation making my dick throb in her mouth. I had no problems letting her set the pace and be in control right now. All I wanted was to come down her fucking throat after being tormented by the sight of her bloody form earlier.
The moment she cupped my balls with her free hand, my head hit the headrest and I couldn’t help the low groan escaping my mouth. It was a mistake because West opened his eyes and glared at me. Then he looked down at what Scarlett was doing. A smirk appeared on his face as he glanced into the front to find Prescott still fast asleep.
“And here I thought you would be giving Mr Voyeur a show,” he murmured, tugging the blanket he had on up higher around him.
“Fuck off,” I hissed. “Go back to sleep.”
“How can I when you’re getting your dick sucked next to me?”
“Easy, pretend you didn’t see it and close your eyes.”
Scarlett popped off my dick and sat up, pushing the blanket off her head.
“Would you shut up? I can’t make you come if you’re busy arguing with West.”
West snorted, giving me a wink.
“Yeah, Drake, listen to Scar and keep your mouth shut if you want to get off.”
I was about to open my mouth to retort when I was rudely interrupted.
“All of you shut up or you’ll wake Pres,” Francis hissed from the driver’s seat. “Did you forget he literally had no sleep at all on the journey up here?”
West turned away from us, rolling his eyes, and settled back down. Scarlett dived back beneath the blanket and wrapped her mouth around my dick. My hand went to her hair, pushing her down on it. She sucked me harder, making me grit my teeth so I wouldn’t make any further noise.
It didn’t take long before I came with a low grunt down her throat. Whilst it felt fucking good, it wasn’t quite the most satisfying experience given we’d been interrupted by West. I reminded myself when we were home, I had planned to punish her. The knowledge of it would tide me over until then.
Scarlett pulled back, swallowing before she tucked me away. Then she settled herself on me, her arm around me as her head burrowed against my chest. I covered her with the blanket, not wanting to tell her off for the way she was draped over me. My hand went to her hair, stroking her as I leant back against the headrest.
I closed my eyes, feeling content with her there. The motion of the car, Scarlett’s soft breathing and her lithe body on mine lulled me to sleep. And I realised before I dropped off, it had been a very long time since my mind was empty enough to allow me to rest without any worries crowding my head.
Ten
Francis
I was too fucking tired for words by the time we got back to Fortuity. The stress of the past week and the lack of sleep had left me needing to hibernate in bed. The relief we all felt having Scarlett back with us was palpable. There was no stone we’d left unturned in our search for her. We weren’t going to allow her to be taken from us again. Not after the past ten years without her. Not when we were in love with the girl we’d grown up with. If anything, that made it even more imperative we got her back.
Drake pulled the Jeep up under Fortuity in the carpark. I looked over at the car next to us, finding Penn leaning against it with a smirk on his face. That tattooed bastard was useful, even if he was a headcase. We all got out and West went over to greet him. Prescott took Scarlett’s hand and pulled her towards the lifts. Drake had told him to take her up to bed whilst we dealt with Penn.
“Am I not allowed to say hello to your little lady?” Penn asked West.
“Don’t fucking flirt with her.”
Penn gave West a wink before he took a few steps towards the lift where Scarlett was clutching Prescott’s hand and looking dead on her feet.
“I hear you’ve had quite the adventure.”
“You could say that,” she replied.
“Did you meet my friend?”
She raised an eyebrow.
“The one who grunts more than actually talks?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
We’d stopped on the way to deal with Mason, so we didn’t have to drive all the way back here with a dead body in Prescott’s Jeep. Well, for the most part, anyway. Penn’s “friend” took Mason’s body out of the back of the Jeep and returned half an hour later with one of those freezer bags containing ice packs and a decapitated head. Drake had asked him for that and to dispose of the rest.
“We did, though he didn’t say much. I liked his house. I wouldn’t want to be tucked away surrounded by the woods. This is my home.” She waved around at the place. “But if you wanted peace and quiet, it’d be perfect.”
Penn gave her a nod.
“Haven’t been there myself. He lived down here for a few years. That’s how I met him. He’s a useful sort.”
“You seem to know a lot of those.”
“Part of my job… say, did West talk to you about getting tattooed yet?”
Scarlett’s eyebrows shot up. Her eyes went to West, who merely shrugged. Drake was busy getting the freezer bag out of the back, but I could see him listening to what was being said.
“No, he didn’t.”
The lift arrived, the doors sliding open.
“Well, just so you know, the offer is there if you ever need my services.”
Penn gave her a wink as Prescott pulled her into the lift. She didn’t respond, just gave him a little wave before the doors closed.