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She was ours to play with now, but when we were collapsing into bed after midnight and rising early, it didn’t make much sense to try to drag her out of sleep in the middle of the night. This wasn’t high school anymore; we had jobs and responsibilities to take care of. Instead, Manson made her edge in the morning and record the deed, sending videos of her gasping on the verge of orgasm to the group chat. It probably wasn’t as torturous for us as it was for her, but it certainly didn’t make self-control any easier.
Watching a video of her grasping a vibrator in one trembling hand, while covering her whimpering mouth with the other to be sure her parents didn’t hear her, had me starting every day with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
We just needed the right opportunity to break in our new fucktoy, a chance to have her to ourselves.
I stood up from the porch and stretched my aching back before I discarded what was left of the cigarette. I took my coffee with me as I trudged across the yard to join Jason in the garage.
“Did you wake up early or not sleep at all?” I said, finding Jason holding a hand vacuum with all the doors of his Z wide open. He was cleaning up the remaining bits of broken glass from his seats and floors, carefully getting into every nook and cranny. Haribo was lying close by and he gave me the stink-eye as I walked in. That little dog had the biggest attitude I’d ever seen. He technically belonged to Vincent, but he was always following Jason around as if that dude needed protection.
Not unlike Vincent himself.
“Didn’t sleep,” he said, turning off the vacuum. “Vince and I are driving out to the body shop today, so I figured I should clean up. We’re gonna stay at Dante’s over the weekend so Vincent doesn’t have to make the commute to work.”
Dante was a close friend of ours and had been one of our first clients; we’d built his T-Bird into a beast that consistently ran low 10s at the track. He lived far closer to Vincent’s job than we did, so instead of commuting to the club four days out of the week, Vince would sometimes stay at Dante’s place instead.
I sipped my coffee, watching as Jason slammed the doors. It was a good thing he was going with Vincent — Jason turned into a grumpy little shit when he didn’t sleep, but he’d stay up for days at a time regardless and it would only get worse if he was left to his own devices. He’d fixate on a project, and once his brain got going, he wouldn’t stop until he collapsed or until Vincent made him.
“I thought you were driving over this afternoon,” I said. “It’s six-fifteen in the morning.”
He sighed, pausing to lean down and pick up Haribo. “Yeah,well, like I said, I couldn’t sleep. Going on forty-eight hours awake, so I may as well try for seventy-two now.”
“Does Vince know you’re doing that? He’s gonna be pissed.”
Jason grunted again in response. I was going to have to convince Vincent to put some sleeping pills in his cereal or something. He slouched down on a stool, rubbing the little dog’s belly.
“Have you looked at Jess’s list yet?” he said. It had been easy to guess that she was the current fixation making him so irritable.
“Yeah.” I’d studied it thoroughly, multiple nights in a row. Sometimes I revisited my favorite sections, just to remind myself that her interest in being “stalked” and “kidnapped” really was a five out of five. “Have you?”
He nodded. “I don’t think she knows what some of those things mean, dude. That chick is not into golden showers. I don’t believe it.”
“I guess you’ll have to try it and find out,” I said, and he laughed as he shook his head. “We all know she’s a freak. She’s trying to keep up appearances and please her parents.”
He rolled his eyes. “What a waste of time.” He paused, birdsong filling the silence as streams of sunlight peeked in through the trees. “Speaking of which…her parents are going out of town today.”
That caught my attention. “Oh, yeah? How did you find that out?”
“Facebook,” he said. “They’re flying to Cabo for their anniversary, and will be gone for a week. Her little sister is staying at a friend’s.”
“You already got her family’s passwords?”
“No, there was no shady shit involved,” he said. “Her mom posts personal information like she’s writing her own memoirs in real time. I didn’t even have to try.”
“Who’s doing shady shit?”
Manson wandered into the garage, stretching his arms.
“Well, well, look who dragged themselves out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn,” I said. I let him take my coffee, and he gulped it like his life depended on it. “You look like a zombie. Also, Jessica’s parents are going out of town today. She’ll be all alone in that house, waiting for company.”
That quickly woke him up. “Damn, looks like I’ve got an opening in my schedule tonight. We should pay her a surprise visit. Wouldn’t want her to be lonely.”
“One little problem, though,” I said. “Her house has a security system.”
Jason was shaking his head at us. “I’m guessing it wouldn’t be any fun to just knock on the door?”
“Justknock?” Manson said. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Where’s your imagination?”
“Don’t listen to him,” I said. “He’s pissy because he hasn’t slept in three days.”
