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On a low groan, I reached down, yanking her up against my chest, watching her tits bounce as I fucked her faster.
My hand slid between her thighs, working her clit, driving her to that edge.
Her pussy tightened around me, making my hand slap across her mouth to silence her moan as she came hard, her walls clenching around me over and over, driving me up and through my orgasm, leaving us both kneeling there for a long moment after, recovering.
"Told you we could," I said as I slid out of her, getting back to my feet, tying off the condom before tossing it in the bin, then tucking myself away as Danny got to her feet, fetching the bra. "How'd it fit?" I asked.
"Like I said it would," she said, shooting our reflections a bemused smile. "I should have known you'd have ulterior motives," she added, shaking her head as she found her old bra, and slipped it back on.
"Babe, when it comes to getting you alone, it is always to fuck you," I said, shooting her a wink before exiting the room before I got seen.
I found Cary not far from where I'd left him, holding up a shirt in the air. "Thinking about trying this on," he said, smirk tugging at his lips. "Think the room I'd happen into might have a woman in it, willing to suck my cock?" he asked, smiling.
"Busted," I said, shrugging.
"Pro tip, if you're going to fuck in public places, do it slowly," he told me, shaking his head as he tucked the shirt back in the rack. "Not keeping much mystery alive when you hear two bodies slapping together in a dressing room."
"Fair enough," I agreed, dropping the smile from my face before Danny saw it and knew we were caught. "Anything else?" I asked after she shoved her bras under the pile of her clothes.
"We need to double back," she said.
"What for?"
"We need more mac & cheese," she informed me, eyes bright, smile soft.
Danny was sexy as fuck when she was hard.
But soft?
Shit, that was a whole different ballgame.
It was maybe even more intriguing because I knew she didn't show that softness to just anyone. In fact, I was probably the only person who got to see it.
A couple minutes later with a cart nearly overflowing with bags, we were making our way out the front doors.
"Hey, you," someone said, pointing toward Seth.
My arm shot out in front of Danny, attempting to tuck her behind me.
Attempting being the operative word.
This was Danny, after all.
She didn't need a man to protect her.
Cary's hand was reaching toward his gun when Seth shook his head a little, moving forward toward the guy.
"Hey, Jake. How you been?"
"Alright," the guy said, shrugging. "Still haven't seen Kev," he said, making Danny and I share a look. He wasn't going to be seeing Kevin. Not until the afterlife anyway. "But I was just thinking."
"Yeah?" Seth asked. "About what?"
"About what you said about Kev being weird before he disappeared. And I remembered something."
"What's that?" Seth asked, more patient than I was, keeping his tone calm and coaxing.
"One time, I was heading home after a party. And I was gonna stop for a Slurpee. And I saw Kev outside the store. Not weird since Kev used to use his five-finger-discount there all the time, if you know what I mean. Anyways, I didn't say hi because he was standing over in the lot, talking to someone."
"Who was it?"
"No one I'd ever seen before," Jake supplied, shaking his head.
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
"Yeah, only 'cause he was so weird-looking, if you know what I mean."
"I don't," Seth said. "What did he look like?"
"He kind of looked like a red-headed Santa," Jake said.
He might as well have set off a bomb with how hard Danny jerked beside me.
"Even weirder, that big-ass beard? He kind of, you know, braided it a little. Weird, right?" Jake asked.
I didn't hear what Seth responded to that.
Because Danny was taking off across the lot at a dead-run toward the SUV.
And I was running to catch up.
Something Jake set had set her off.
I had to figure out what it was.
Chapter Fifteen
Danny
He kind of looked like a red-headed Santa.
A red-headed Santa.
With a braided beard.
It felt like the ground fell out from underneath me at the kid's words.
I felt like my guts spilled out at my feet.
A red-headed Santa with a braided beard.
Chewy.
That was fucking Chewy.
I wasn't even aware of telling my legs to take off, but before I knew it, I was across the lot and at the SUV as my mind spun in a million different disorienting directions.
Chewy had been in contact with Kevin who had tried to kill not only Fallon, but me. Kevin who was now a corpse buried in the woods. Kevin who had no history of violent crimes in the past. Kevin with his sick mom he wanted to take care of.
