Chapter 8

CHAPTEREIGHT

Finley shivered at the tone of Brock’s voice. And for the first time ever, she wasn’t thinking about how many rolls her stomach had or about the size of her thighs, all she could concentrate on was Brock.

He’d already taken his shirt off over his head, and Finley swore she was practically drooling. Yes, she’d seen him bare-chested before, but it was different somehow knowing they were about to be naked together in his shower.

She managed to get her shirt up and over her head, but apparently she was moving too slow for Brock, because by the time her head emerged from the material, he was standing in front of her. Right in front of her. As promised, his gaze was glued to her boobs, which were overflowing the lacy bra she’d put on earlier. Generally, she lived in sports bras. They gave her more support while she was working, but she’d wanted to feel pretty for Brock tonight.

More relieved than she could admit that she’d given in to the vanity—because there was nothing sexy about getting out of a sports bra—Finley arched her back a little as Brock leaned down.

His hands went to the fastening of her jeans even as he placed open-mouth kisses all along her upper chest and cleavage. Her nipples were hard as nails and every breath pressed her skin to Brock’s lips. He shoved her jeans and underwear down at the same time, and Finley toed off her shoes before stepping out of her clothes. As his hands snaked around her back to undo the clasp of her bra, Finley reached down and ripped off her socks. To her mind, nothing was less sexy than being naked, but still wearing socks.

Brock didn’t stand back to take in all of her naked glory. The second her bra dropped to the floor, his lips covered one of her nipples.

Finley couldn’t help but let out a long moan. God, his mouth felt so good. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive.

Even as he sucked, Brock grabbed one of her hands and brought it to the button of his own jeans. Taking the hint, Finley fumbled with the button and zipper until it loosened. She flattened her hands against his hips and shoved the material down.

When he was as naked as she was, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, his large, calloused hand on the small of her back, as he ushered her into the shower. He turned so his back was to the nozzle, and Finley let out a small screech when he turned the water on. It was cold…and she wasn’t even in the direct path of the spray. She had no idea how Brock could stand it, but she didn’t have time to care when he used his free hand to plump her breast as he opened his lips wider and took even more of her into his mouth.

Finley reached around him, one hand clutching his butt cheek while the other gripped his massive biceps, and she got lost in a haze of sensation. One of her legs lifted automatically as she tried to get closer to Brock…which was practically impossible.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathed as he lifted his head long enough to switch to her other nipple.

“Brock,” she said on a groan as her pussy convulsed with every pull of his mouth on her nipple. She’d never been this turned on. Ever.

Vaguely, she realized the water had turned warm and steam began to rise around them. Then Brock moved, turning her sideways and pushing her against the wall. The juxtaposition of the cold tiles at her back and the warm water splashing against her side and front made her head spin.

Before she knew what he was doing, Brock was on his knees in front of her, turning her to lean against the adjacent wall, the water hitting his back. Finley blinked at him in surprise. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he stared at her pussy in the shadowy stall for a long, intense moment.

Finley hadn’t been with a man in too many months for her to count, but she was fond of keeping herself neatly groomed. Other than a small bit of hair right above her clit, she was completely bare. She held her breath, waiting to see what Brock’s reaction would be.

“Good Lord, woman!” he exclaimed. He moved one of his hands between her legs, running a single finger through her folds. Finley could feel how wet she was, and for once in her life, she wasn’t embarrassed about it.

“I hadn’t planned on doing this in the shower, but fuck it,” Brock swore, right before diving forward. Finley’s head fell back and the slight pain of hitting the tile wall behind her barely registered. All she could feel was Brock’s lips and tongue between her thighs.

He lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder. She was completely open to him then, at his mercy. She teetered for a moment, but his strong grip steadied her.

Looking down, Finley could see the top of Brock’s head as he licked and sucked on her as if she was a sweet treat he’d been denied for too long.

Goose bumps broke out on her arms as he feasted on her pussy. Had anyone ever gone down on her this enthusiastically before in her life?

No, the answer was definitely no.

As she watched him devour her like a starving man, doing her best not to think about suffocating him between her thighs, he looked up. For once, she didn’t see the pooch of her belly. Didn’t think about how much harder his body was than hers. Didn’t think about all her extra flesh on display. All she could think about was how good Brock was making her feel. As he stared back, she could see in the dim light that his pupils were completely dilated, and the raw lust in his expression only ramped up her own desire.

“Brock,” she whispered.

He smiled against her, then closed his eyes and went back to driving her out of her mind. He seemed to know exactly what would send her soaring, as he concentrated his attention on her clit. Her inner muscles clenched, wanting something to hold onto and squeeze as Brock brought her closer and closer to a monster orgasm.

Finley grabbed hold of his hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other. She felt off-kilter. Shaky. The last thing she needed to do was fall mid-orgasm. That would ruin the mood for sure.

“I’ve got you,” Brock breathed into her tender flesh. “Let go. Come for me, Fin. I want to taste you. I want your juices all over my face.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised that Brock was a dirty talker, but she still kind of was. And she couldn’t deny it was hot as hell. Her fingers curled into his shoulder as he began to lick her nub over and over again. Fast and hard. She rocked her hips, and the leg she was standing on began to quiver as she neared orgasm.

Brock wrapped an arm around the thigh that was braced on his shoulder and pushed her harder against the tiles. The hand that had been clutching her hip moved between her legs, and he pushed one long finger deep inside her body as he licked her clit.

“Yes, there! Brock!” Finley cried out.

Her entire body was at the edge of the precipice. Every muscle felt taut as a bow. She wavered between holding on and letting go. Then he added another finger to the first, stretching and filling her. He thrust in and out of her body gently as he sucked on her clit, hard.

She couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to. A deep-throated grunt escaped her mouth as she thrust against Brock’s face and let herself go.

A satisfied moan came from Brock’s throat, but it hardly registered in Finley’s brain.

“That’s it, fuck my fingers,” he urged in a husky tone as he drew her orgasm out for as long as he could. By the time she came down from the high of the pleasure he’d just given her, Finley felt as boneless as a wet noddle. But Brock didn’t let go; instead, he held her thigh on his shoulder and kept moving his fingers in and out of her body.

“I can’t wait to feel this around my cock,” he said, not taking his gaze away from her pussy stretched around him. “You’re gonna strangle me so hard. I’m gonna blow the second I get in there, I just know it.”

Finley had a feeling her face was bright red. She shouldn’t be as embarrassed as she was with his dirty talk, and with sex in general. But this was more than sex. Most men she’d been with had barely gotten her wet before climbing on and getting themselves off. Brock was so different. He was…worshiping her.

And Finley knew he’d already ruined her completely for any other man.

After a moment, she tentatively said, “Brock?”

“Hmmm?”

“I think I’m getting a cramp in my calf.”

That got him moving. He leaned in and sucked her clit once more, licking his lips as he lifted her thigh off his shoulder and placed her foot back on the tile floor. But he didn’t stand. Simply held onto her hips as he knelt at her feet and stared up at her. The steam was thick in the shower stall now as the water continued to rain down on them.

“Thank you,” Brock said after a moment.

Finley frowned. “I think that’s my line.”

He shook his head. “No. I lost control. I couldn’t wait to taste you. I appreciate you trusting me to make sure you didn’t fall. For giving that gift to me. And for the record…I fucking love eating you out. I’m gonna want to do that a lot in the future.”

Finley’s face felt like it was burning. Did he think she was going to complain? No way in hell. “Um…okay.”

He grinned, and his hands slid up her sides until he was cupping both her breasts. She looked down, and the sight of his huge stained hands on her skin was erotic as hell. Her gaze traveled over his chest, past his six-pack abs to his cock, which was bobbing up and down slightly as he balanced on the balls of his feet with his legs spread. He was long. And thick. And the desire that had waned a moment before ramped right back up again.

She wanted him. Inside her. Now.

She must’ve made a needy noise in the back of her throat, because Brock grinned and slowly stood. He gathered her to him, and she could feel his hardness against the softness of her belly. Never had their differences as man and woman been so evident as they were right this second.

But instead of taking her right there against the wall like she wanted him to, Brock turned her so her back was to the water. He leaned over and picked up a shower pouf and a bottle of liquid soap. He poured a dollop onto the pouf and rubbed it vigorously with his hands.

“Brock?”

“Yeah?” he said as he began running the pouf over her shoulder.

“I want you.”

“I want you too. And I’m gonna have you, just as you’re gonna have me.”

Finley reached for his cock, which was smearing precome against her belly with every move he made. But Brock caught her hand in his and brought it up to rest on his chest. “Patience, Fin,” he said with a small smile as he began to wash her skin. The scent of vanilla wafted up to her nostrils…

The soap was the same brand she had back in her own shower.

“Look who’s talking. And you expect me to be patient after the orgasm you gave me, and after seeing how hard you are for me?”

“Yup,” he said, his grin never faltering. “Need to get that Yeti Spaghetti off you. And that soda. Relax. This is a marathon, not a sprint.”

Good Lord. The man was seriously trying to kill her. “Just remember that I don’t have the stamina you do,” she muttered, even as she arched her back when his hand dipped down her ass with the shower pouf and lower to between her legs.

“You don’t have to do a thing but lie there and let me pleasure you,” Brock whispered into her ear as he used his other hand to lather the soap he’d wiped over her pussy. And just like that, Finley’s legs went weak again.

The rest of the shower was a lesson in patience, which Finley didn’t have. After he’d rinsed the soap off her, and she’d turned the tables on him, taking the pouf and making sure every inch of his skin was sparkling clean, he turned the water off and opened the shower door to grab a towel.

When he’d turned back around, Finley was the one on her knees in front of him.

“Finley, you—”

His words were cut off when she grabbed the base of his cock and took him into her mouth. She couldn’t keep her hands, or mouth, off him a second longer. She wanted to give back some of the pleasure he’d already given her.

He smelled like vanilla and sex. It was a heady combination, and Finley used her hand to jack him off as she bobbed up and down on as much of his length as she could. He was thick, and it was difficult just to get her mouth around him. There was no way she could take all of him, but she did her best.

She felt Brock pushing her hair out of the way so he could watch.

“Fuck yeah, Fin! That feels so damn good. Suck me harder. Yesssssss, just like that.” His hips thrust against her as she sucked, and she reveled in having this amazing man at her mercy. One hand thrust into her hair, clenching tightly, but he didn’t try to direct her movements, simply held her as she gave him the best blow job she knew how to give.

Way before she was ready, he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her off his cock. As if she weighed nothing at all, he pulled her to her feet and gathered her close. They were both breathing hard, and Finley’s nipples brushed against his chest hair. He stared at her for a heartbeat before leading her into his bedroom. They were both wet, her hair dripping down her back, but he didn’t seem to care or notice.

He threw her almost roughly onto the mattress and immediately crawled toward her when she scooted to the middle of the bed.

Just as in her fantasies, the muscles in his arms flexed as he hovered over her. The wet tip of his cock brushed against her inner thigh, making Finley immediately open her legs to him. She’d never needed a man so badly in her life.

“I’m clean,” he said gruffly.

“Me too.”

“Are you protected?” he asked.

Finley frowned. “Shit. No.”

His eyes closed, but he didn’t move from his position over her. “I should’ve picked up condoms today when I was at the store, but I got distracted by looking at the candy bars and trying to find all the ones with caramel.”

Finley couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Not about the candy he’d bought for her, but because the lack of protection meant she wouldn’t get to experience all that was Brock. She wanted him. So damn bad. Wanted his monster cock inside her. Wanted to be fucked. Hard.

His eyes opened, and she stilled under him at the look on his face. “Fuck it. I can’t wait. I’m gonna take you now, Finley. Want to be buried so deep inside you that we can’t tell where I end and you begin. If there are consequences from tonight, if we make a baby, I’m gonna take care of you both. No matter if we end up together permanently or not.

“I know that’s irresponsible as fuck—but I don’t care. This isn’t just sex, Fin. It’s so much more. And this isn’t just me wanting to get off; I can do that with my own hand, and recently, I’ve done it every damn night. There’s something about you that makes me a little crazy. I literally can’t resist you.”

He took a deep breath. “Say something,” he begged. “Tell me to get the hell off you. That you aren’t willing to take the chance on getting pregnant. Or that I’m insane for not caring if I knock you up. Something.”

Finley was shocked by everything he’d said. But she couldn’t deny a big part of her was jumping up and down, yelling at her to let him fuck her already.

To let him fill her up with his come and get her pregnant.

She’d always wanted kids, but hadn’t found anyone she wanted to have them with. And she hadn’t been thrilled about the idea of artificial insemination. Now, she knew instantly that a little girl with Brock’s beautiful brown eyes would be a dream come true. Or a boy who’d follow him around, wanting to learn everything he could from his dad about cars and the forest.

“Finley?” Brock asked, lifting himself off her. “Shit, I fucked up. I’m so sorry.”

In response, Finley reached down and wrapped her fingers around his still-hard cock. She wiggled until he was right where she wanted him, opened her legs even wider, and notched the tip of his cock between her pussy lips.

“Take me, Brock. I’m yours.” And she was. From this moment on, she belonged to this man. He had her heart, body, and soul, and she couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else.

This might be a mistake…but so be it. She was living for the moment, and she knew this moment with Brock was going to be one of the most beautiful in her entire life.

With a groan, Brock shifted and sank into her in one long, slow thrust.

* * *

Brock literally thought he was going to orgasm right then and there. Without any other stimulation beyond being buried in Finley’s delectable body.

She hadn’t even protested his caveman talk about knocking her up.

He’d never been so reckless in his life. Always wore a condom, always. But with Finley, he needed to be inside her raw, skin on skin. He couldn’t stand being with her any other way. Maybe some animal part of his brain knew that already, when he forgot to buy condoms.

He hadn’t lied, if they made a baby tonight, so be it. He’d always make sure both Finley and their child had everything they ever needed.

“Brock?” she whispered under him. “Move. Please!”

Her nails dug into the skin of his biceps, and he hadn’t missed her slight flinch as he’d plunged all the way inside her. She was tight. Almost too tight, despite still being wet from earlier. He could feel her hot juices soaking the skin of his cock.

“I’m afraid to,” he blurted.

She frowned. “I’m okay. You aren’t hurting me.”

“Yes, I’m scared about doing anything that might cause you pain, but I also think if I move, I’m gonna come. And I don’t want this to end. I want to stay here as long as I possibly can. You feel so goddamn amazing, Fin…you have no idea.”

He savagely enjoyed seeing the blush on her face. She was passionate and eager, and yet he could still bring out that blush in her. He fucking loved that.

Her inner muscles squeezed him then, and almost involuntarily, Brock’s hips rocked forward and back.

They both moaned.

“Do that again,” he ordered.

She did. She squeezed his cock harder than before, and Brock clenched his teeth to keep from exploding.

She giggled, and he felt her shifting against him even as he was buried deep inside her. Looking down at Finley, Brock couldn’t believe she was finally here. That she trusted him with her body—and what a fucking body it was. Full in all the right places. Soft as silk and so damn lush.

And with that thought, he pumped into her once again. Her tits shook as he bottomed out, and he wanted to see that again. So he thrust his hips once more and smiled at seeing her generous breasts shimmy.

The vision of him taking her from behind and watching them in a mirror strategically placed so he could watch her tits swing back and forth as he took her almost had him coming right that second. As it was, a long burst of precome escaped his cock as he closed his eyes and did his best to regain control.

“Fuck me, Brock,” she ordered. “Stop torturing yourself. Get the first one over with, then we can take our time on the second.”

She was right. He had no plans on letting her out of his bed or his arms anytime soon tonight. Now that he’d gotten her here, under him, naked, he wasn’t going to let her go.

He began to fuck her. Hard. The sound of their skin slapping together was as much a turn-on as seeing her tits bounce on her chest. Finley bit her lip as he took her, arching her back, doing her best to thrust, her fingernails digging into his skin. He had the thought that he hoped she left marks. He wanted a reminder of tonight. Of the first time he took the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

The thought didn’t freak him out. No way. Jesus, he was already hoping he did knock her up; thinking about moving her in and having her delicious body all to himself for the next forty years or more didn’t stress him out in the least.

She was slick and hot and so tight, and the friction of his cock tunneling in and out of her tight pussy was more than his overwhelmed brain could handle. He felt his balls pulling up, getting ready to release their load. He looked down to where they were joined…and that was all it took. The sight of her bare lips stretched wide around his cock was so carnal, he was coming before his brain registered what was happening.

He thrust as deep inside her as he could, and continued to let loose what felt like gallons of come inside her body. He was sweaty, his arms shaking as the pleasure almost overwhelmed him.

When he came back to himself, he realized what he’d done. That he’d fucked Finley and hadn’t even bothered to make sure it was good for her.

His cock was still semi-hard. Brock had a feeling he’d stay like that all damn night. Putting one hand on her ass to keep himself inside her, he rolled, taking her with him.

Finley let out an adorable surprised squeak as she ended up straddling his hips. Her hands braced on his chest as she blinked down at him. “Well, that was…talented,” she said with a small smile.

Brock could feel their juices leaking out of her and onto his balls, something he’d never experienced before. It made him more than a little lust-crazed. The thought of her pussy stuffed full of his come made his cock twitch to life even more. “You didn’t come,” he said. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Masturbate for me, Fin.”

“Um…here?”

“Yes.”

He saw her attempt to suck in her belly, as if she just realized how exposed she was. Her being self-conscious while he was still inside her was unacceptable. He grabbed hold of her thigh and pushed her knee out to the side, taking more of her weight.

“Brock, what are you doing?”

“Relax, Finley. Don’t think about anything other than your pleasure.”

He then shoved her other leg out, so she wasn’t putting any pressure on her knees at all, his cock sliding incrementally deeper inside her.

“I’m too heavy,” she complained.

“The fuck you are,” Brock growled. “And if you aren’t going to show me what you like, you’ll have to tell me if I get it right or not.” He worked his hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Finley jolted in his arms, and he watched her nipples harden right in front of him. His mouth watered, and he wanted to suck on her tits, but this was more important. He needed her to come again.

He reached his other hand around her thigh, until he could feel where his cock disappeared into her body. He caressed her pussy lips around his dick as he strummed her clit. It wasn’t long before she’d moved back onto her knees and began rocking over him.

He slowed his movements on her clit, and she moaned in frustration.

“Harder,” she ordered.

Brock ignored her, lightening his touch even more. Teasing her.

“Brock, please!” she complained.

“Show me how you like it,” he demanded.

She was so far gone in her pleasure that she immediately complied. One of her hands moved between her legs and the other stayed flat on his belly, steading herself.

Nothing prepared Brock for the vision in front of him, on top of him. She strummed her clit harshly, using two fingers, while at the same time she began to ride him. His cock came back to life with a vengeance, elongating and hardening as she used him as her own personal dildo.

Eventually, she sat straight up, spine bowed, letting Brock see all of her. And every inch was glorious. Her skin quivered with her thrusts, shiny with a light sheen of sweat. Her tits bounced up and down on her chest as she rode him faster and faster. Way before he was ready for the stunning show to be over, her fingers began a frantic pace on her clit and she let out a long, sexy moan.

He felt her inner muscles flutter and tighten against him as every muscle in her body tensed. Brock couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips and held her still as he took her from below. Thrusting into her body hard and fast. He fucked her through her orgasm, and just as Finley was coming down from her pleasure, he found his.

He slammed her hips down, their bodies slapping loudly one more time as he came. His cock twitched as he emptied himself inside her for the second time tonight. Brock felt almost light-headed. They were both sweaty, the scent of vanilla and sex officially one of his favorite smells ever now.

He put a hand between her shoulder blades and urged her to lay down on top of him.

“Too heavy,” she murmured.

“No, you aren’t,” he said, holding on tight so she couldn’t shift off him. As of right this moment, his dick was still inside her. Soft now. And Brock knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped all the way out. He wanted to keep the connection as long as he possibly could.

“That was…” Her voice trailed off.

“Yeah,” Brock agreed.

After a couple minutes passed, his cock softened enough to ease out of her pussy. He grunted in dissatisfaction, but she didn’t make a move to shift off him. He closed his legs, not hating the erotic feel of their juices dripping out of her, onto his thighs.

“Brock?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we doing?”

“Fucking?” he said with a chuckle.

He felt her snort above him. “I mean…I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

He frowned. Shit. Was she regretting what they’d done? “You want me to call Doc Snow and see if I can get one of those morning-after pills?”

At that, Finley lifted her head to look into his eyes. The overhead light was still on—she was too turned on to care about it earlier, thank God. Brock had loved seeing every inch of her body under and over him. “Do you want me to?”

“No!” he said a little too forcefully. Then he sighed. “I meant what I said. If you get pregnant, I’ll be overjoyed. Not because I’ve always wanted kids, which I have, but because I’m having them with you. I don’t know where you think this is going, but as far as I’m concerned, we aren’t a short-term thing.” Brock was opening himself up to a boatload of hurt, but he wasn’t going to shy away from this.

“Nothing has ever felt as right as being with you. Inside you. That wasn’t just fucking. We made love, Finley,” he said, almost desperately.

“Yeah,” she agreed, and Brock’s muscles relaxed.

“I want you so much. I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want to continue to hang out with you while you bake in the mornings, because we both know I’m no help whatsoever. What gets me through the day is thinking about seeing you when I’m done. Jesus is sick of me talking about you while we’re working, but I don’t care. What I feel…this isn’t casual, Finley…not even close.”

“Same,” she said with a shy smile.

“Good. I’m not going to tell you I love you, because I’m pretty sure that’ll freak you out. But you should get used to the idea, because you’ll be hearing it before too long.”

Finley grinned tiredly. “All right.”

Brock relaxed. “You want to clean up?”

“You mean ‘clean up’ like we did in the shower earlier?”

“No. I’m talking about me getting up and grabbing a warm washcloth and coming back here and wiping my come off your pussy, then snuggling for a while until I can’t keep my hands or mouth or cock off you, so I have to go down on you again before shoving back inside you.”

She let out a strangled little laugh. “Um…do I have any other options?”

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head for emphasis.

“Then, yeah, I want to clean up.”

Brock couldn’t stop smiling. He was a fucking caveman, but she hadn’t freaked out on him yet. He’d take it. He eased her off him and slid out of bed before grabbing her hand and helping her stand. “Don’t move.”

He was back seconds later with clean sheets, since the others were pretty damp, basically used as towels after their shower. He stripped and remade the bed inside of two minutes, then eased Finley back onto the mattress before heading into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth, finding her covered. He wanted to throw the bedding back and see his come on her pussy, but figured she needed a bit more time before he did something like that. Instead, he climbed under the covers with her and gently wiped her clean. He threw the washcloth blindly toward the corner and pulled her against his side.

She sighed in contentment, and Brock loved the feel of her naked skin against his.

“It’s kind of early to go to bed,” she muttered.

“We’re just resting. We aren’t going to bed yet.”

“Um…horizontal, in bed…just saying,” she quipped.

Brock chuckled as his fingers brushed back and forth on the soft skin of her shoulder. “Shhh. Rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Don’t forget, I need to get up at four-fifteen to get to work by four-thirty,” she mumbled into his chest.

“I won’t forget,” he reassured her, mentally changing their wake-up time to four so they could shower together before leaving. By the time he was through with her, she’d need that shower…as would he.

As he felt Finley’s breaths even out against him, Brock closed his eyes. He was a lucky son-of-a-bitch, and he knew it. The thought of them breaking up or, God forbid, anything happening to Finley was enough to have sweat popping out on his forehead. Thank goodness she didn’t have any exes in her life. Or psycho co-workers. Or any stalkers. He couldn’t handle Finley going through anything close to what his friends’ women had.

No, he was more than all right with them living a perfectly boring life from here on out.

* * *

“Hey, Boss, it’s Pete.”

“Have you found out what I need to know?”

“Not exactly,” Pete mumbled.

“What the hell does that mean?” The Boss asked in a dangerous tone.

“It’s just that…she’s never alone. Cory and I haven’t been able to get to her because she’s always with someone else. And you said you didn’t want any witnesses.”

“You’re such a fuck-up!” The Boss raged.

“Seriously! Like today, that homeless guy was with her at the bakery at the ass-crack of dawn. And the mechanic showed up not too long afterward. Then that Hispanic guy got to work and he was with her all day. She stayed late, and we were gonna run her off the road somewhere, but we never got a chance because she stuck to busy streets. She delivered something to a chick at a bed and breakfast and stayed forever to chat. Then she went home, and before we could think of a way to get inside, she left again. Went out to eat with that mechanic. The waitress spilled a whole fuckin’ tray of food on her, and we thought for sure she’d go home then, but instead she went home with that asshole. And she’s been there all night.”

“Fucking whore,” The Boss sighed. “And you two are incompetent. You need to get this done. I’ve got a goddamn life; I can’t be driving to Roanoke every other day to make the pickup. We have to fucking finish this so I can reassure the supplier it’s been taken care of. I need to get back to my routine. Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes,” Pete said.

“Good. Because if you don’t get me what I want, doing jail time for dealing drugs will be the least of your goddamn worries.”

Pete swallowed hard. The Boss wasn’t someone to cross. There were rumors about what had happened to a few previous dealers when they’d fucked up. He didn’t want to disappear without a trace. On the outside, The Boss looked normal…even nice. But it was obvious that, deep down, something was very wrong.

Pete regretted getting involved in this mess. At the time, it seemed like a good way to make money and get the pills he desperately needed. Now, he realized he was good and fucked. He couldn’t leave because he knew too much. And if he did try to get out, he’d end up the same way others had…chopped to pieces and dispersed to various landfills around southwest Virginia.

No one knew for sure that was really what had happened to Oscar, Jimmy, and Andrea, but Pete had no doubt The Boss wouldn’t hesitate to end anyone who fucked up the cushy operation they had going here in Fallport.

“Did you hear me?” The Boss asked impatiently. “Get the bitch alone and find out what she knows before I have to deal with the situation myself. If that happens, you aren’t going to like the fucking consequences!”

“Understood.”

The line went dead, and Pete sighed. The call had gone much like he thought it would, but The Boss had been expecting an update. This weekend was Halloween, and the bitch’s friend was getting married on a piece of property a little ways outside of town. Pete knew he wouldn’t have a chance to get to the fat-ass before then, especially since she was now shacking up with the mechanic, but after…he and Cory would be ready. The second they could get her alone, she’d have some questions to answer.