Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 2

Otis cracked open his Jack Daniels and took a swig. He offered me some, but I politely declined.

"Yer right 'bout the food. I should eat b'fore I start drinkin'," I said.

"Suit yerself." He chuckled softly. "I'm 'bout ta get fucked up."

"No shock there."

He smirked. Scooting across the seat until our thighs were touching, he slung his arm around my shoulders. He sat his Jack between his open thighs along with my whiskey and fiddled with the local radio stations until Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd came through loud and clear. We had caught the song right at the beginning.

"Fuck yeah! Here we fuckin' go!" Otis beamed, turning up the volume.

Relaxing into the seat, he gulped more whiskey. I simply smiled and headed towards my destination.

Ronnie Van Zant sang the lyrics beautifully.

🎶If I leave here tomorrow

Would you still remember me?

For I must be traveling on, now

Cause there's too many places I've got to see

But, if I stayed here with you, girl

Things just couldn't be the same

Cause I'm as free as a bird now

And this bird you can not change

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And this bird you can not change

And this bird you can not change

Lord knows, I can't change

Bye, bye, baby, it's been a sweet love

Though this feeling I can't change

But please don't take it so badly

Cause Lord knows I'm to blame

But, if I stayed here with you, girl

Things just couldn't be the same

Cause I'm as free as a bird now

And this bird you'll never change🎶

Otis's hair flapped in the wind, along with my own. For the first time in years, I felt good on the inside, warm and fuzzy. Dare I even say, happy? I was in the middle of the barren wasteland of Ruggsville County with good tunes and one of the only people in the entire world who made me smile.

To say I had a crush on Otis would be an understatement, but that was something I kept to myself. He wasn't a man who you told your intimate feelings to. He was someone you fucked occasionally and saw at another time so you could fuck him again, a person who had numerous psychological problems and indulged in too many sadistic pleasures to invest in a relationship.

Truthfully, I wasn't sure if Otis was capable of a real relationship. He was more into the dead than the living. He tortured for fun, killed for sport, and had an unquenchable thirst to expand his oddly creative art collection of horrors. One of the things I liked about him was he knew about my hidden assortment of animal bones, furs, and jarred organs, and didn't bat an eye. He was even aware I enjoyed torturing, gutting, and skinning my specimens. That was a thing we had in common, except his subjects were human beings instead of animals.

I longed to make Otis a permanent part of my life, but Charlie would never let me leave the brothel unless it was on his terms. There just wasn't room for Otis in my life, nor a place for me in his. I was blessed to have run into him while in Ruggsville County, and I was going to take advantage of the short time we had together.