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It smelled of the charnel house and the image he had held of his eating from her labia rose unbidden in
Aideen s mind.
Grabbing hold of the cuffs chain, Everett pulled Aideen to her feet. He waved the gun in Kean s
direction. Get up, birddog. When both his prisoners were standing, Everett pointed at the side of the
barn that intruded on the tree line. Some loose planks over there, then straight into the trees and my
van. With the barrel of the gun, he forced Aideen s chin in the air. You even look like you re
thinking about running, and she s dead.
With the gun no longer pointed at Kean, Aideen felt some of the tension ease from her body. But she
couldn t release all her tension Everett s creeping, moist odors and hot breath guaranteed a certain
terror-filled alertness despite the calm façade she kept in place for Kean s benefit.
Such a willing little songbird, Everett whispered in Aideen s ear as he opened the back of his van and
shoved Kean face first onto its floor. I almost think you want to come with me.
He ran a hand down the front of her shirt, pausing for an instant at her fear-pricked nipple. Again,
Aideen was aware of the growing tightness that hugged his balls. A tightness that threatened to release
a hot burst of semen at the slightest sensation. Kean, regaining his balance, saw Everett s caress and
charged toward him but Everett was too quick and brought the van door slamming against Kean s head.
Stay down! Aideen commanded as Kean shook the cobwebs and dancing stars from his head and
prepared to charge again. Damn it, Kean, stay down!
Understanding flickered in Kean s eyes and he collapsed to the van s floor, his growl turning to a
pained groan. Seeing Kean flat on his back, Everett tucked his gun into his belt and lifted Aideen into
the van. She stumbled, falling against the thick mesh fencing that separated the cargo area from the
driver s seat. There was, she noticed, no passenger seat, just an oversized gym bag on the floor where
the seat had been removed. And the windows were a dark tint no one would be able to see in. She
took a tentative sniff of the van s interior and swallowed the need to vomit. More than one person had
died in the back of this van. The whole vehicle was saturated with the smell of their frightened sweat,
dried vomit and, a metallic taste coating her tongue and sinus passages, their blood.
Aideen leaned against the side of the van, her hip pressed against Kean s shoulder. He pulled his body
up until he was even with her. In front of them, Everett opened the driver s side door, sunlight spilling
in and making them blink. He caught the press of Kean s lips against Aideen s temple and his mouth
curled in a smirk.
You ll be feeding at her breast by the end of the day, birddog, just to keep your worthless ass alive,
Everett warned. He punched the key into the ignition and checked his watch before shifting the van into
drive. Catching Aideen s gaze in the rearview mirror, he offered a wet kiss and rolling tongue.
Reaching down to the bag on the floorboard, he patted it. And there s still plenty of time to have fun
with you, too, pet.
Chapter Eighteen
Aideen could feel Everett s agitation stirring inside his gut. It was still early morning, perhaps no more
than forty-five minutes having elapsed since he had forced them into the van. But he checked his watch
every few minutes. She could hear the time ticking down in his head. She tried to soothe him. Time
enough. Shhh. Plenty of time. His need, refusing to define itself in Aideen s mind, drummed her soft
voice out of his thoughts. Not enough time, he said, refuting her gentle coaxing. No time to play& have
to play.
The hand he wore his watch on, when he wasn t raising it to check the time, stayed planted in his lap,
pressing down on his cock. Not yet& mustn t get wet. Put it in the ground first. Soft dirt down its
throat. Pressing harder, the need almost overwhelming. Quick glance at the watch. Meyrick waiting for
the bird. Fuck it& put it in the ground and then we can play.
The van jerked to the left. Car tires squealed behind them, horns blaring. Aideen s pulse beat a fast,
faltering rhythm against the cuffs. Everett couldn t hear her now. Too many voices fought for his
attention. She saw an older woman, matronly, a prudish mouth pinched tight in constant disapproval.
The same woman appeared again, this time through a keyhole. Leaning over a tub, water running, her
pussy winked, the lips pursed in denial. Mustn t get wet! The voice screamed at him as he scrambled
back against a wall, cum on his school clothes, his hand coated with the thick cream of pubescent
desire.
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