Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 7

Baby and I lounged on the front steps of the Fun House while Otis and Cutter packed all my bags into the back of their van. Since I was pregnant, Otis insisted I wasn't allowed to carry anything. Baby was too spoiled and knew Cutter wouldn't make her lift a finger. Instead of helping, she played with my hair and flipped Otis the bird whenever he yelled at her to get off her lazy ass. I just relaxed and devoured the two apples Otis had tossed me from the front of the van while Baby weaved braids into my hair.

After the 5th time of Otis berating Baby, Cutter finally told him to leave her the fuck alone, that she was bonding with her sister. Otis couldn't argue with that statement. He simply rolled his eyes, huffed, and grumbled at him to shut the fuck up in return.

I abandoned my most promiscuous outfits since I wouldn't need them anymore. After all, I was Otis's whore now and no one else's. I allowed the other prostitutes to pick through them and keep what they wanted. However, I did bring all my lingerie. I planned on wearing intimate apparel for Otis on a daily basis. I knew how to capture a man's attention, and I was determined to keep his. Although, I didn't think I would have a problem. He had been wrapped around my finger for over ten years and I hadn't even been aware of it.

Once all of my regular clothing, shoes, toiletries, and beauty products were inside the van, Otis chucked my bizarre collection of animal bones, furs, and jarred organs into the dumpster out back.

"Ya sure ya don't wanna keep that shit?" Otis asked, surprise evident on his features. "I'll go in the dumpster and get it."

"Nah." I shook my head. "I've moved on ta bigger and better things." I winked.

A devilish smile spread across his sweat-beaded, sunkissed face, his eyes shining. "I guess ya have, huh?"

"Mmm, hmm. We're gonna make art t'gether."

Otis's impish grin widened. Lacing my hands behind his neck, I delivered a juicy kiss to his anticipating lips. It was our first tongue-filled kiss since I had brushed the smell of vomit from my mouth. Actually, since I had seen him five weeks prior. Groaning, he rocked me in his arms and sucked and nipped my lips.

"Fuck, ya taste like an apple." He sighed blissfully. "Ya know somethin'?"

"What?" Staring into his lust filled, icy blue eyes, I tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

"I dunno if I can wait ta get cleaned up ta fuck ya. I kinda wanna take ya in the back o' the van."

"As long as yer cock is clean o' blood and dirt, I'm good, but what 'bout Cutter and Baby?"

Otis smirked. "We'll just have ta be extra quiet."

"Well, I don't really care if they see us. Ya know I've fucked with an audience b'fore."

"Baby might care." He snickered. "Cutter'll prolly think it's funny and hot as fuck, though."

I giggled. "He would, wouldn't he?"

He laughed. "Yeah. Old fuckin' pervert."

We trudged to the front of the building hand in hand. The ride ahead of us was extensive, so we all used the bathroom before meeting out front. Charlie and Clevon were on the front porch waiting, along with the few whores I was friendly with.

"Til next time," Cutter said. He hugged his brother, sauntered around to the driver's seat of the van, and climbed in.

"Glad everything worked out," Baby said, holding out her hand to her uncle in a truce.

"Yeah, yeah." Charlie shook her hand, then pulled her in for an embrace. "I still love yer crazy ass."

"See ya." Baby kissed his cheek and jumped in the passenger side.