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Trip schooled his face so he wouldn’t cringe at the reminder of what he’d done to Stella when they were kids. “No.”
“Then you better have a good goddamn reason for you to be not only standin’ here but interruptin’ me gettin’ fuckin’ laid.”
“Got a good reason,” Trip muttered.
“Then let’s hear it.”
“Wanna put some clothes on or at least move from the doorway?”
“Why? Shouldn’t take long.”
“Not really in the mood to be talkin’ into your mini microphone.”
Sig tilted his head and grabbed his junk, shaking it. “Was always bigger than yours.”
“Siggy, who is it?” came one of the female voices again.
Sig stepped back, jerked his head in an unspoken invitation and Trip wondered if it was smart to go inside. But he did and then he questioned that choice again when Sig hit the lights.
Yeah, there were only two and they were both totally fucking naked and neither one of them cared that he’d entered the room.
In fact, they didn’t care that they were touching each other in front of a stranger, either.
They weren’t bad looking girls, but they were young. A mirror smeared with coke residue sat on one of the particle board nightstands. A few crushed beer cans and a few that were still appeared full littered the room. All the bed coverings were in a pile on the floor so both women were laying together on just the fitted sheet which had some spots on it. Trip wasn’t too keen on discovering what those spots were.
He had a good guess.
Both girls’ pussies were shaved bare and one was playing with the other.
“Some hot shit right there, right?”
“Yeah, if you like teens.” And wanted to end back behind bars.
“They’re legal.”
“You sure?”
“You girls legal?” Sig asked them.
“Yeah,” they both answered in unison as they kissed each other.
“See?” Sig asked, moving toward the bed and sitting on the edge. With his knees spread Trip got an eyeful.
“Got somethin’ you can put on?”
“Why, big brother? A little nakedness bother you?” He twisted his head to the girls behind him. “Toss me my smokes.”
One of them got up onto her hands and knees and moved toward the far nightstand. As she did so, Trip swore he could see right through her gaping pussy to her throat.
He decided it was best to keep his eyes on Sig, neck up.
“Want some of that? Don’t mind sharin’ since we’re blood and all that.”
“I’m good.”
Sig held out the pack of Marlboros the girl had handed him. “Smoke?”
Trip shook his head. “Got my own.”
Sig plugged a cigarette between his lips, lit it with a pack of matches from the motel and then studied him as he inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs and held it there.
As he talked the smoke rolled out of his mouth. “Why you here?”
“Was hopin’ to reconnect.”
Sig leaned a forearm on his bare thigh and studied the lit end of his cigarette for a long moment. “Right,” he murmured. He lifted his brown eyes to Trip. “Why now?”
“Had a room at Huntingdon for the last six years, that kinda restricted my travel and ability to socialize.”
“Yeah?”
Had Sig not known? “Granddaddy didn’t tell you?”
“Didn’t talk to him. Wasn’t my granddaddy, was yours.”
“He was yours, too, Sig.”
“Let’s just say, after everything went down and the truth came out, Granddaddy didn’t put me on his Christmas card list.” Sig took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing on Trip. “Also didn’t put me in that will.” He emptied the smoke from his lungs and one of the girls pasted herself to him, grinding her tits against his back and stroking Sig’s chest. “You here to make it right and give me my half?”
“Here to make you an offer.”
Sig snorted and shook his head. “If it ain’t half, ain’t much of an offer.” He lifted the hand not holding his cigarette and snapped his fingers over his shoulder. “Pam,” he called out.
“Paula,” the one not hanging all over Sig corrected.
“Whatever,” he grumbled. “Your sister’s gettin’ me hard pushin’ those little titties of hers on me, get down on the floor and suck my dick while I’m talkin’.”
Trip went solid, waiting for the girl to tell him to go to hell, but he was wrong. So goddamn wrong. She eagerly scrambled off the bed, fell to her knees between his legs and began to Hoover him like his dick was as dirty as the fucking carpet she was kneeling on.
Damn. Seeing Sig’s dick was bad enough, seeing him getting head by some chick who may not even be eighteen yet...
Time for him to split.
He dug into his wallet and pulled one of the cards he had made up for the repo business and tossed it onto the mattress. “Gonna leave my number. You let me know when you got time to talk. See you’re too busy for business right now.”
