Then there were the reasons Horrie wanted the house. To keep them safe. He was dead, pretty much as safe as he could get so far as she knew. No one could kill him. He could be out during the day, and there was nothing stopping him from moving in the house anyway. Up until today, that was. She, however, was still trying to get to a room where she could rest without being disturbed. The last few weeks she’d been at her mother’s, unknown to her, of course. Her mother would tell her to stay away and to find her own home. Amber knew there had to be something more to Vinnie’s house than Horrie was telling her, something she was missing.
“I don’t like not having my own home anymore. I hate sleeping in a different place every night.” She’d not realized she’d spoken aloud until he asked her what was wrong with doing it that way. “Most of the rooms I can find are too small. And there are no beds in any of the rooms that Mother has but on the upper levels. I can’t sleep up there. Then there’s only the three little places in the garage where I can go if the doors have been bolted against me. Nothing is as pretty as Vinnie says she has. Mother’s house is all right in a pinch, Horrie, but I want my own place. With my own crypt and place to rest. Vinnie doesn’t even have room like we did when we had a place. Did you know that you could sleep in a bed, too, should you want to? I thought that only a coffin would do. How did she find this out?”
“Your mother.” Amber nodded. Now that she thought on it, her mother did sleep in a bedroom too. She had no carpet there, and there wasn’t any kind of cool air blowing all the time, but she had a bed. Vinnie said that she had a room much like the ones on the upper floors, with even a bathroom and shower, as well as a closet she could store her things in. “Why are you mooning over something that you can’t do a damned thing about when your daughter is being disrespectful to us?”
Amber reached out to her again, only to feel like she was butting against a hard wall. “Perhaps she is not even about.” Which Amber knew was incorrect. The van and the car were being unloaded all the time, and she was sure that Vinnie was directing them. Amber wondered again what sort of things Luther had told her daughter, and what sort of things Horrie knew. She was always in the dark about things going on that she was involved in. “I should have gone over to Vinnie’s house earlier as well. But I was so busy getting things out of Mother’s house that I had no idea that she’d even gone there until it was too late. I wonder if she’s figured out that I knew all along about the tunnels.”
“Doubtful. I don’t care about that right now. What I want to do is fuck you. Or watch you fucking yourself. Now.” She looked at Horrie. He had that tone again, one that made her blood boil with need, and she leaned against the tree when he told her to. “Take it off, Amber. I want to see you naked again. And when you are, I’m going to watch you get that * of yours fucked while I watch you.”
She had no idea why he wanted her to do this, but she would come so hard while he watched her. The man standing in the shadows didn’t bother her. Horrie had gotten him for her, and she was happy with whatever he wanted her to do with him. The man came forward when Horrie told him to.
“I want you to eat her *. Eat it loudly, too. I want to hear you moaning and slurping at her.” She hated that word but hurried through her undress. When she was naked, the man, a young man of about thirty, dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her * to his mouth.
Amber loved oral sex, the way the person eating her would suck at her clit and fuck her with his fingers. Every time she came, she would scream out her release just to let everyone know she was having fun. She knew that Horrie loved to hear her enjoyment, and she never held back when she didn’t have to.
The man eating her sucked on her clit more and more as she came. And she did, several times as he ate her. She played with her breasts and nipples, and she looked at Horrie when she told him she was coming, her * on fire for the feel of a thick cock. When the man pulled back, her body was needy. That sort of sex was good, but she needed more, much more.
“Fuck her.” She felt her * gush with new liquid as the man stood up. His clothing came off in shreds as the two of them tore at it. When he was as naked as her, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and fisted him while he rocked into her hand. To have him come on her this way was something she knew she’d enjoy, but it would disappoint Horrie. He liked to watch, and she had to give him what he wanted. “Fuck her. Take her hard and from behind.”