On the floor of Cade's truck were three cans of Reddi Wip, two chocolate and one plain. There was also a pile of Taco Bell trash and an empty fifth of Jack. A lavender thong hung from the truck's shifter, his t-shirt was twisted around his left fore...
Hands on hips, tits sticking out, she said, "You're doing great."
She backed away from the truck. Reappeared at the passenger door. Swung that door open. For a blissful lingering slice of time, he thought she was going to climb in again, wiggle her ass in his face then yank her t-shirt over her head. Time halted as he imagined her breasts, bouncing in front of his face, her hard nipples just beyond his lips, teasing him. Time moved. She grabbed her purse, dug inside it and pulled something out. It hit the dashboard with a dull thump.
"Only use it if they get real close to the truck." She raised his chin. He wanted to leer at her tits again, but she was lifting his head, forcing him to make eye contact. "Do not let them touch you. And for fuck's sake, do not let them bite you."
Bite me?
Them?
Coils of queasiness opened in Cade's guts. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe he wasn't going to get laid after all.
She pointed to the 45 on the dash. "Do not use that unless you have to. If you do, we'll have to start all over, with the baiting."
He stared at her, wondering if maybe he should tell her it was time to go home.
Her response to his blank stare was a bark. "Got it? You're the bait."
His response to that was whimper. "I got it."
"When I get back," she let go of his head and he looked down, away from her. Her voice softened. "We'll use that other can. If you do a good job with the first set, and I get the two I need, I promise I'll coat your dick with that cream then I'll lick it all off."
"Promise?"
"Yes, baby." She pulled a coil of rope from her purse, looped it over her shoulder, shut the passenger door, then spoke through the open window. "I promise. I'll lick it real good for you. Real nice. Real slow." The white flash of her thighs sliced through the dusk and disappeared into the mangroves.
He listened to the bugs. And wished for an egret.
Them?
On the dash, his phone blinked.
A text. Might've been about his data use. Or maybe it was a notification from one of the porn sites. He looked at the screen. The words blurred together. What the fuck ever.
He clutched the phone to his sticky chest and that amber Jack haze became his best friend. He cozied right up to it, and it wrapped its arms around him. Squeezed. Squeezed hard.
And kept him safe.
Until the hissing and wheezing of them.
Until the jerking arms and legs of them.
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