Page 31 of Sinners Reunion

That’s enough to get the boy to stomp off, but the persistent little flirt remains. I stay around to hear what she’ll say next.

Once lover boy has hoofed it a sufficient distance, she finally leans closer and whispers, “Give me thirty minutes, then meet me behind the showers.”

My eyebrows shoot into my hairline, but she scampers off before I can offer a reply.

Flabbergasted, I head to my RV, which is at the other end of the semicircle.

I pass the fire again. Peeking over the hill, I see that only Ice Pick remains. A twinge of guilt eats away at me for not helping them carry him off earlier. Now there’s no one around to help. They’ve all bedded down for the night.

At least it’s warm out, and the smoke will keep the bugs away.

When I reach the RV, I don’t go inside. I’m still too angry. In fact, I’ve decided I’m not sleeping here tonight. Josie didn’t miss the sex, after all, and she’s so focused on Blayne that⁠—

I unclench my jaw before I break a tooth. I have got to stop thinking about her this way.

But then I look up and see her outline in the window. The gentle curve of her breast as she turns to the side. She can’t consent to this voyeurism, however, so I turn away. It’s a promise I made the moment I learned what happened to the girl to land her in Jim’s facility, and it’s a promise I will always keep, even when she doesn’t realize it. That’s when it matters most.

She isn’t consenting to anyone else tonight, either, though. I’ll make sure of that.

I open the RV door, shove the box of food inside, and close the door again.

“Hey, what the hell?” she says when she hears the door squeak shut. The subtle click of the locks is almost simultaneous.

In just a few button mashes, I’ve secured every door and window in the RV. It’s not foolproof, and if she really wanted to escape, she could climb through the roof hatch, but it’s enough to set my mind at ease. Even at her most desperate for a good dicking down, she’ll not climb through any tight spaces.

Or walk through a field of spiders. Or venture into the dark, use a dirty bathroom . . . the girl has myriad terms and conditions.

I pat the side of the RV. “Just keeping you secure for the evening. I’ve decided to let you have the accommodations to yourself tonight. There’s food in the box if you’re hungry.”

“No bets to win tonight?”

“Why? Do you wish to get off again? I thought you tired of my abilities long ago.”

Silence ticks for a beat before she puts it together. “You were listening to us? Oh, that’s low, even for you, King! How much did you hear? You aren’t supposed to listen to girl talk, dude.”

I check my watch and realize there’s no time to sit here arguing with her. If I’m not careful, I’ll miss my window to release some of this frustration that’s been building inside me.

It’s been too long. Too fucking long.

“Sleep well, my beauty,” I say as I walk away. “I need to go blow off some steam.”

Chapter Nine

Josie

Sleep wasn’t that hard to come by last night. Despite being locked away in the dungeon, King’s little bet really helped soothe the constant ache between my thighs. It was nice to have the bed to myself as well. I worried it would be awkward to sleep beside him, but he stayed gone all night.

The bathroom situation, however, is not cool. The RV has one, but King didn’t want to fool with water tanks, so I’m forced to use a bucket. That was a shocker the first night—having a chain long enough to shut myself in private, only to discover a bucket for a toilet.

Now I’m no longer chained, but that bucket remains. As does the confined vibe. What a fucking vacation.

I’m awake long enough to brush my teeth and take a desperate piss in the bucket before King finally appears. He unlocks the door and steps into the space as if he didn’t leave me caged in here all night.

His hair springs all over his head, and a few twigs and sprigs of grass give his gray coif some color. The dress shirt is a rumpled, dirt-smudged mess. His belt no longer exists.

“Did you sleep in the fucking woods, dude?”

He looks down at his shirt and attempts to dust off the mud smudges. “We need to dress. The event begins in an hour. I’m headed to the showers if you care to follow.”