The next morning we stopped off at a pharmacy, shopping for some supplies and bleach for my roots. With each aisle we traversed, I picked up something new. Half the time he didn’t say anything, the other half he simply quirked a brow at me. It was a silent question, but he didn’t voice any corresponding thoughts.
The dye was the main event of our trip, a necessity to get rid of the budding strawberry blonde of my hair that had become much more noticeable. So much so, he had me wearing a ball cap.
Cherry Carmex to battle the arid weather, a few toiletries I was almost out of, a package of Dove dark chocolate, playing cards, a new book, restocking of wound care, a box of Fruit Loops, a couple bottles of green tea, and a case of water.
All logical and nothing out of the ordinary.
Then I topped it off with a stuffed animal.
Still, he did nothing.
The soft, fluffy bunny was a leftover from Easter, and my new best friend. I hugged him in my arms all the way up to the cashier. The woman on the other side of the counter didn’t even look at me strange. Then again, most of what I’d purchased looked like period necessities—especially the chocolate and preemptive package of tampons.
That was a better explanation to a general population than depression after watching one of my closest friends murdered before my eyes.
The bunny never left my arms as we returned to the motel. It stayed even as Six sat me in a chair and worked on my hair.
I did have to let him go when I jumped in the shower to wash out the bleach, but the moment I was mostly dry, he was back in my arms.
“Lacey?” Six finally spoke after a morning of nothing.
I lifted my gaze to him. His brow was scrunched, and he stared at me in almost confusion. I supposed my sudden obsession with a stuffed animal was strange to him. He didn’t seem to have a wide emotional range.
Or maybe he did, but not an understanding.
“Comfort,” I said as I buried my face in the top of the rabbit’s head.
I couldn’t take comfort in Six, and there was nobody else.
Me, my bunny, my heartbreak, and my tears.
Crying not because of my situation, but for the loss of the person I was, all the lives in my wake, and the death of a good friend. The remaining amount of my time before I was another casualty was approaching, and I mourned myself.
Everything was changing.
Six’s hips slammed against mine, causing me to arch under him and a moan to rip its way out of me.
Mouths devouring, taking, enticing with lips and tongues. Frantic, soul-eating kisses as each thrust wiped my mind, emptying out all thought.
For two days he let me mope, caught up in his own head as he talked to Five and tried to locate Jason.
Six was a man of few words, but his body spoke volumes. His hands were rough, his touch strong and hard, and he used them to turn me into a shuddering mess, begging for him.
He pulled my legs up, resting them on his arms while his hands pinned me down. Forcing me to take every slam of his cock pounding my pussy. Making me feel so much my skin tingled, muscles protested, and I forgot everything and everyone but him.
Six.
Six.
Six
My Six.
I tensed, frozen before breaking, convulsing beneath and around him. Eyes locked, there was nothing but lust and desire as I came.
He sped up, making me thrash in his arms. It was too much, too intense. I hadn’t come down at all, and he was driving me insane.
His sweat covered forehead fell to my neck as his muscles strained, teeth digging into my skin, holding in a scream as hips flexed forward, bottoming his cock out. I could feel each twitch inside as his come filled me. A few shudders and his grip relaxed, his arms slipping from under my legs, and landing beside me as the weight of his chest pressed against mine. My legs had no strength and relaxed down to the bed, my arms still in the position he had them pinned.
We were both breathing heavily, both coming down from a euphoric high, our bodies limp.
I didn’t know if he knew what he was doing, if he understood, but I felt awake and out of the fog that held me for days.
Fucking magical dick.
“You the man,” I said in my mushy, congealed blob state. There would be no moving for a while.
He didn’t say anything and no sound came out, but his chest did give a slight shake and I felt his lip twitch against my neck.
The lovely post-coital bliss was interrupted by his cell phone going off. With as much weight as he had resting on me, I was shocked at how fast he pulled off and out of me. Then again, we were sweat slicked up, and all he had to do was give a little push and the puddles could propel him across the room.
“Yes,” he said into the receiver. There was a moment’s pause as the person on the other end spoke. His face showed no emotion. Was it Jason? “Yes…Fine.” He hung up the phone and I stared at him, waiting. “We need to shower and get dressed.”