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Through some miracle, we manage to exit the building without anyone seeming to notice, save one elderly tenant who laments the fact that “such a lovely girl” is moving out.
I suppose I should be grateful for senility and cataracts. If she’d really seen how beat to hell Bunny was, she might’ve suspected I was the culprit and called the cops on me. Instead, she pats Bunny’s hand and wishes her well on her move.
To save us some hassle, I hot wire an unlocked car in the parking lot so we can hightail it back to the hotel without being seen by anyone else. Bunny fiddles with the radio until she finds a Bryce Savage song, and from the glint in her eyes as the smooth beat starts playing, she’s in one of her classic Bunny moods. She leans across the console and starts to nibble on my earlobe. I try to focus on driving, but when her hand slides into my lap, it’s all I can do to stay on the road.
“Bunny, hon, how about we wait until we’re back at the hotel?”
She pouts and squeezes my balls. “Promise? You and me and Doc can have some fun while Keys and Neil handle the computer.”
I raise a brow at her. “Didn’t you just have sex with Keys and Neil an hour ago? Are you telling me you’re ready to goagain?”
In lieu of a verbal answer, Bunny unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. I grip the steering wheel tighter and bite my lip as she descends on my dick, licking and sucking and stroking while I try to drive. She toys with my Jacob’s ladder, drawing a moan from my lips as the sensations sparked by the piercings send a thrill up my spine.
“Bun … I’ve gotta drive …”
She lets up just long enough to respond. “Then drive.”
The trip to the hotel is disappointingly short, and I park before Bunny’s finished. She releases my cock with a sly grin and hops out of the car, lugging her precious monitor inside while I catch my breath.
That girl’s gonna be the end of me, but what an end it’s going to be!
She hangs on me as I help Keys set up the computer and monitor, and as soon as he and Neil start digging into Justin’s files, she takes me and Doc each by the hand and guides us to another room.
We don’t have any of our equipment from the Burrow, so Bunny improvises with some torn sheets as restraints for Doc. Once he’s stripped and bound, his trembling muscles relax a bit. He sighs into the makeshift gag she stuffs in his mouth, flexing his arms against the bindings. A tension that he’s been carrying with him since we reunited bleeds out of him as she climbs on top of his throbbing cock.
Eager to get back to old habits, I search the room for something to use as a paddle while Bunny bounces on Doc’s lap. Unfortunately, there’s only one thing that would suffice …
I silently apologize to God and the Gideons as I take the Bible out of the bedside drawer.
The satisfyingsmackas the worn leather hits Bunny’s ass causes me to shiver with desire. She shrieks and giggles, riding Doc even harder. Doc whimpers, and I give his ass a smack as well. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans. Impact play is one of Doc’s favorite bedroom activities, something I reckon he missed while he was stuck with Neil for those few days after the explosion.
Now that I’ve gotten started, I strip out of my clothes and crawl onto the bed, ready to join the fun. I stick two fingers inside Bunny’s bouncing ass as I slide in beside Doc. A drawn-out moan slips from her lips, and she drags her fingernails down Doc’s bare chest, drawing thin trails of blood.
Bunny’s deliciously tight on a normal day, but this new discovery of how amazing it feels to be side-by-side with Doc in her pussy sends me spiraling out of control. Over and over again I bring the Bible down on Bunny’s round cheek, and with each smack she clenches around us.
The sight of her riding us both together ignites a fresh spark inside me. I drop the Bible and reach around to grip Bunny’s juicy thigh, right over the word her mother carved into her. I squeeze the incised letters, and Bunny gasps. She puts a hand over mine and presses my fingers deeper into the wound.
I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t revel in causing her pain while we fuck, but damn, is it hot!
Doc comes first, lubing Bunny’s already slick pussy even more. I lean back and watch as his cum oozes out, leaving thick white strings stretching between us. I let go of Bunny’s thigh long enough to run my fingers through the mess, bringing my hand back to smear it across the scabbed word.
“You’reourlittle whore, Bun. Remember that,” I whisper in her ear as I pound her even harder. Bunny shudders, and I finish her off by rubbing her clit with my cum-slick thumb. She arches and screams, and within seconds she’s squirting all over Doc. I slow my pace to better enjoy the feel of her convulsing pussy squeezing me. We’re all panting and heaving, out of breath and practically spent. I give one final thrust before I stop hilt-deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with my own burst of cum.
I pull out with more than a little reluctance. I don’t want this to end, but it’s time to get cleaned up and rejoin Keys and Neil to see if they’ve found anything on Justin’s computer yet.
Bunny and Doc take the first shower. I could join them, but I’m so massive that no one would have room to move if I stepped in. Instead, I busy myself with stripping the sheets and going off in search of fresh linens. Since the hotel’s been abandoned for years, most of the beds have been raided, along with the storeroom. Still, I manage to find some clean sheets in another room. At least, I hope they’re clean. I don’t have a blacklight with me to test them, but I try not to think about what other squatters might have done on these beds before we got here.
I take a quick shower while Bunny and Doc go check on the nerds. When I get back to that room, the four of them are gathered around that ridiculous monitor Bunny stole, all gaping at something on the screen. I walk around to see what’s so damn interesting.
There, in high def, is a lewd photo of Bunny.
Chapter 30
Bunny
If Justin wasn’t dead already, I’d murder him.
Sometimes, when I’m conducting business as the Hare, my outfit gets blood on it. I don’t always have access to a discreet place to change—it’s not like phone booths are a thing anymore, and I don’t have a Batcave to run off to—so every now and then I’ll just strip in an alley and throw on some sweats until Kendrick and I can get home.
