Chapter 18: Chapter 18

VADA

I reached between my legs, massaging my clit while Jake watched from the other bed.

Evan squeezed my breasts, tugging roughly on my nipples while he fucked me from behind, drilling my poor ravaged vag.

His thrusts were slow and measured, but powerful. He was spooning me, his body pinning me down in a position that allowed him to go deep.

A crying baby had woken us. Garrett was in the bathroom, puking his guts out.

I was lying on my side, trying to go back to sleep, when I felt large fingers invade my tender kitty before the anaconda pounced.

He never said a word. Never asked if I wanted to fuck. Other than a rough fingering to make sure I was wet, there was no foreplay.

My guys knew what I wanted. They listened when I said I liked to be controlled in bed. I had no doubt Evan would’ve stopped if I asked him to. But I didn’t.

It was uncomfortable at first. I was sore from being fucked three times the night before. First by Garrett. Then twice with Evan.

After that amazing initial performance, he’d pulled the sheet over us, and we’d made out until he was hard again. Then we fucked before we fell asleep.

Evan had a long cock. And he knew how to angle me just right, hitting my cervix and giving me a different type of orgasm than I was used to. It was like an earthquake in my pelvis.

I was greedy. If I could get another orgasm in before he came, all the better. Which was why I was playing with my clit.

I could hardly move. Evan had a tight hold on me, but I managed to free my arm enough to get to my power source.

I grinned at Jake when he pushed down his boxers, whipping out his enormous cock. He was fully erect, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

I rubbed my clit a little harder, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger while I watched Jake jerk his rigid shaft.

My second orgasm of the morning was quick but powerful, flooding my chafed entrance with a soothing balm of natural lubricant.

“You ready, Jake?” Evan panted.

“Whenever you are,” Jake grunted, climbing out of the bed and coming to stand next to me.

I opened my mouth and he slid inside, his vibrating cock resting against the back of my throat before he released.

Evan’s fingers dug into my thighs, his hips slamming against me when he nailed me one last time before his cock exploded with a powerful spasm, stretching my walls to their max capacity.

I swallowed rapidly, barely able to keep up with the mouthful of cum. Evan still had me restrained, his cock throbbing inside me while he rode out the final throes of his climax.

Garrett stumbled from the bathroom, taking in the scene in front of him with casual indifference.

Or that was what he showed on his face. But I sensed that my easy-going jokester had some underlying issues that went back to his childhood.

“I guess that’s what I get for overindulging in liquid refreshments,” he chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes.

“It wasn’t planned, Garrett,” I said softly.

“I’m not upset, Vada. That’s not how this relationship works. There’s no place for jealousy.”

“Okay.”

“It’s all good, babe,” Evan assured me, giving me a playful tap on my ass before he withdrew his cock slowly, flooding the bed with semen.

“At least the housekeeping staff are probably used to semen stains on the sheets,” Jake mumbled as he headed into the bathroom.

I climbed out of bed, stripping off the tangled jumpsuit that was still half on my body before I followed behind Jake.

He looked up in surprise when I barged into the bathroom. “Um, hello,” he said, glancing over his shoulder while he took a piss. “Can I help you with something?”

“I just wanted to clean up a bit. I didn’t think you’d mind sharing the bathroom.”

“I don’t,” he chuckled, shaking his dick before he flushed and turned around. “If I’m taking a shit, I lock the door.”

“Good to know,” I said, eyeing the beast between his legs. Even in its flaccid state, it was massive.

He folded his arms across his chest and grinned smugly. “You looking for another fuck, beautiful?”

“Nope,” I said firmly, backing away with my hands in the air. “My lady parts need a break.”

“Okay, sexy,” he drawled. “Just asking. I wouldn’t want you to go to sleep unsatisfied.”

“I’m definitely satisfied,” I laughed, reaching for a face cloth.

“Why don’t you let me help you with that?” he offered, reaching for the cloth. He spread a towel out across the vanity and lifted me up. “Spread your legs, darling.”

I spread my thighs while he washed me, wiping off my tender flesh with a gentleness that belied his tough-guy persona.

Jake was a pussycat. A pussycat with a pussy-destroying python between his legs. And that snake was already waking up from his brief nap.

“You look a little sore,” he observed.

“I’ll be fine.” I gazed up into his eyes, the caring and compassion I saw there causing a flutter in my chest. “I’m sorry I got us kicked out of the hotel.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“You had every right to.”

“No, I didn’t. Yelling isn’t the appropriate way to deal with a problem.”

“It’s not a big deal, Jake,” I said softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

“I used to have a really bad temper in my younger days,” he shared as he rinsed the cloth, ringing it out before he continued washing me.

“I was living with a woman. We had a toxic relationship. I was only twenty. She cheated on me. I came home from work and caught her in bed with the guy.”

“Uh-oh,” I said.

“Yeah. I threw the guy through the patio door.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “What floor did you live on?”

“The first. Fortunately, for both of us. Otherwise he might be dead, and I would be in prison.”

“What happened?”

“My girlfriend started screaming at me. Then she took a swing at me. I came very close to hitting her, Vada. At the last second, I punched the wall instead. Broke my hand.

“I got arrested and charged with assault. I didn’t do time, but I had to attend anger management.”

“Sounds like she pushed you to your limit.”

“She did. But that’s no excuse.”

“You’d never hit a woman, Jake.”

“I know I wouldn’t now. I’m not the same man I was back then. But it scared me tonight, because I was pretty angry with you.”

“Everything okay in here?” Evan asked, appearing in the open doorway.

“Vada needs an ice pack,” Jake said.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s all good, you guys,” I laughed, closing my legs. “Relax.”

“I saw an ice machine outside,” Evan said. “I’ll go grab some.”

Jake helped me down from the counter, stealing a kiss. “If I promise to keep the python in his cage, can I snuggle with you in your bed?”

“Sure.”

“Good. I don’t wanna sleep with barfy. He smells.”

“I heard that!” Garrett yelled.

“Good. I mean this in the kindest way possible, Garrett. You smell like vomit and sweat.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Is there anything I can get you, Garrett?” I asked.

“Evan is getting me a ginger ale out of the vending machine. But thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head and giggled when he grabbed my boob.

I crawled under the covers with Jake. His arms wrapped around me while he kissed my shoulder.

“I think the python is out,” I said.

“He’ll behave.”

“He’s hiding between my butt cheeks.”

The door flew open. Evan darted inside, slamming it behind him, his fingers frantically securing the chain.

“What happened?” Jake asked.

“There’s a hooker out there!”

“Really?” Garrett laughed.

“Yes. I was filling up the ice bucket when she appeared out of nowhere.”

“What did she say?”

“She asked if she could borrow a cup of sugar!” he snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What did she want it for?” Garrett asked. “There’s little sugar packets beside the coffee maker.”

“She didn’t want sugar, Garrett,” he said with a heavy sigh. “She wanted sex, ~obviously~.”

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“No, of course.”

Evan jumped at the loud rap on the door. “Let me in, sexy,” a deep female voice called out. “You won’t regret it.”

“No, thanks!” he yelled. “Good night!”

“C’mon, sweetie. I got bills to pay.”

“Not my problem!”

He handed the can of ginger ale to Garrett, took the bucket into the bathroom, and returned with a facecloth fashioned into an ice pack.

“Thanks, Evan,” I said, placing the cloth between my legs. “That was very sweet of you.”

“I’m a nice guy, Vada.”

“You’re okay,” I teased.

“Why are you in our bed, Jake?”

“Garrett smells.”

He sniffed the air near Garrett’s bed, wrinkling his nose. “He’s right, buddy. You smell a bit rank.”

“I just wanna sleep for a few hours, and hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow,” he said, taking a sip of ginger ale.

“I hear voices!” the hooker yelled through the door. “I can service you all. Give you a group discount!”

The baby next door started crying again.

“Great,” Evan muttered as he crawled in on the other side of the bed, sandwiching me in the middle. “The hooker woke up the baby.”

“There’s not room for all three of us in here,” I laughed.

Angry voices spilled through the other wall. A man and a woman were fighting.

“We’re not gonna get any more sleep,” Jake said with a heavy sigh. “I say we pack up and get outta here.”

“What about the hooker?” Garrett mumbled.

“Problem solved,” Evan said when sirens sounded outside.

The hooker was gone when we went outside. We loaded into the van and headed out onto the highway. The sun was just creeping over the horizon when we reached the Mississippi state line.

“What now?” Jake asked. “We can’t show up to look at the Thunderbird at six o’clock in the morning.”

“Do you feel up to breakfast?” Evan asked Garrett.

“Actually, yeah,” he chuckled. “I’m starving.”

“They have some pretty awesome breakfast buffets in Biloxi,” Jake suggested.

“Yes!” I yelled. “Let’s hit the casino!”

“We look like a bunch of hobos,” Evan said.

“Who cares?” Garrett laughed.

***

“I ate too much,” I groaned, dragging my ass into the backseat of the van.

“I spent too much,” Garrett sighed, peering into his empty wallet.

“I didn’t do either of those things,” Evan bragged. “~I~ have self-control.”

“The lady with the Thunderbird says we can come now,” Jake said, staring at his phone.

“Where does she live?” I asked when we left the highway and headed across the rural Mississippi countryside.

“In the middle of nowhere, apparently,” Evan sighed. “I sure hope this car is worth it.”

“Uh, are you sure this is the right address?” Garrett asked when we turned down the bumpy laneway.

“Yep.”

A run-down shack sat about one hundred feet back from the road. Two bull mastiffs came tearing across the yard, barking their heads off while they circled the van.

“There’s the Thunderbird,” I said, pointing toward the field.

A woman appeared in the open front doorway, a baby on her hip, and a cigarette hanging from her scowling mouth.

“Let’s just leave,” Evan hissed, eyeing the woman nervously as she approached the van.

She was covered in tattoos, her black tank top doing a poor job of containing her massive breasts. Kids’ toys and bikes were scattered across the yard.

A couple of little kids wearing nothing but diapers wandered outside in their bare feet.

Jake rolled down the window when the woman approached the driver’s side of the van.

I elbowed Garrett when I noticed the gun tucked into the back of her jeans, wrinkling my nose when the smoke from her cigarette drifted into the van. It was definitely ~not~ tobacco.

“You the ones who texted about the Thunderbird?” she barked.

“Yes,” Jake replied.

“Well, there it is,” she said, gesturing toward the rusted-out car in the field.

“Um, are your dogs friendly?” Jake inquired.

“Go lay down!” she hollered.

“I’m not sure if there will be any salvageable parts,” he said, rubbing his jaw.

“You got me outta fucking bed! The least ya can do is look at it.”

“Fair enough,” Jake agreed. “Stay here, Vada. I’ll check it out first.”

“I’ll come with you,” Evan offered.

I watched them pick their way across the field while a couple of older kids followed them on bikes.

The woman peered into the van, her eyes landing on me. “Who are you?” she snapped.

“Uh,” I stuttered while my brain scrambled for a believable answer. Somehow I didn’t think this lovely lady would care if she knew the truth.

“She’s my daughter,” Garrett said.

“I don’t believe ya,” she said. “I used to work in human trafficking.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, wrinkling my brow.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, her voice softening. She tossed her cigarette on the ground, stomping it with her boot. “I can help you.”

“I don’t need help,” I laughed.

She wandered back to the porch, handing the baby off to someone inside the house. Jake and Evan didn’t spend long looking at the car. They returned to the van and climbed in.

The woman marched back to the driver’s door. “Where the fuck do ya think yer goin'?! ” she yelled when Jake started up the van.

“I think we’re going to pass,” Jake said politely.

“What?!”

“There’s nothing salvageable. And there are rats under the hood. It’s not worth the trouble.”

“I was counting on some cash today. You can’t come all the way out here and not buy anything.”

“We’re not interested in the car, ma’am,” Evan said.

“Tell that to my kids when they go to bed tonight with empty bellies.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake said.

“You’re gonna be,” she snarled.

“That woman was downright scary,” I said.

“She thought Vada was kidnapped,” Garrett chuckled.

“Really?” Evan said, glancing back at me. “What did you tell her?”

“Garrett told her I was his daughter.”

“Did she buy it?”

“No.”

We had just turned back onto the main road when sirens screamed behind us. Jake pulled off on the shoulder, cursing when the cruiser pulled up behind us.