Exhausted, she collapsed against Blake’s body and whispered against his skin, “Now, I’ve had the world’s greatest and most satisfying fix.”
Chapter Ten
Kilo had never seen anything like it. He lowered the binoculars and looked down at his hard cock, the bulge in his pants damn annoying.
Since when had Morgan, a fucking junkie, made his cock this freaking hard? Shit, if he’d known Morgan had that kind of action in her, he would’ve spanked that bitch’s pussy every damn day of her miserable life.
Fuck! What the hell had gotten into her? Since when did she move like a stripper trained to collect a high roller’s dollar?
He studied the house again. Move like a stripper, his ass. She fucked like a whore who could’ve commanded a high-paid escort’s rate!
Man, he’d screwed up when they’d been together. Instead of fucking her and keeping her tight little snatch for himself, he should’ve put her on a short leash and turned her out once a week to the best clients in Memphis. That little honey would’ve brought in some pocket change.
Why hell, she would’ve paid his rent.
When Kilo was with her, she was always too strung out, too freaking tired. But damn! He didn’t have to wonder what the hell he’d missed. He’d seen enough in the two previous hours.
“What a waste,” he muttered. Here he thought he had to trade sex for drugs. The way his bitch moved her sweet ass, she would’ve bent over for free and liked the hell out of the cock he fed her.
He took the syringe from his pocket and eyed the lethal fix he’d planned to give her. After watching the way his fucking whore performed, it’d be a waste to give her death’s dose. In fact, he might consider killing her as one of life’s greatest catastrophes.
Maybe Kilo would give his brother a call and let him know what he had to look forward to in the coming days. Once he took Morgan home to Memphis, they’d treat her to a little more of the same.
“That was the problem, huh, Morgan? You wanted what I had and everybody else, too.” He grunted. He could fix that. If she liked threesomes, maybe she’d get off on a little chain reaction. Hell, he wouldn’t just give his brother a stab at that, he’d call his cousins and their neighbors, too.
“Well have us a good, old-fashioned gang bang,” Kilo mumbled.
No wonder these boys lived in the country. With the toys and gadgets they had in their basement, why hell. They would’ve been arrested in the city if someone had seen what he watched. And he couldn’t even begin to think about the noise coming from over there. He was as hard as a missile and ready to explode the second he heard her purring better than a pussycat.
And with the thought of her slippery pussy, he had even bigger plans. He’d tap that before they got on the road and headed home. “Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, patting his hard-on. Those two-bit cowboys didn’t have anything on him. They didn’t have shit to hold over her, either. With what he had in his pocket, Morgan wouldn’t just crawl back to him. She’d run.
He stuffed his hand back in his jeans and gave himself a hard pull, running the top of his thumb over his swollen prick. He’d surely missed Morgan. Her replacement whined about having sex every other day. Morgan spread her legs whenever she wanted to get high.
What the bloody hell had he been thinking in the first place? He’d meant to replace Morgan with Karen, but fuck, he’d rather have a junkie in his bed than a used-up hooker who belonged back on the streets.
Obviously, Morgan knew how to fuck. Her replacement just lay there and moaned, acting as if his cock was the best one hanging.
He’d like to think so, but he wasn’t well-endowed. Karen was great for stroking a man’s ego, but Morgan had it going on for stroking what he now couldn’t wait to let her toke on, too.
Kilo pressed the binoculars against the bridge of his nose and studied the basement window again. He needed one of those wheels. He’d never seen anything quite so appealing until he saw Morgan bound to the wooden spokes. Hell, he’d seen her pussy glistening from there. Okay, so maybe his imagination was running a little wild.
Tucking his hand away again, he rubbed the slit of his dick once more. He withdrew his arm and returned his focus to the second floor window.
Fuck! What had he missed?
Holding the glasses against his forehead, he squinted his eyes and tried to find them. Watching Morgan with these guys had been exhausting. He’d fumbled around with his cock for the better part of two hours. He needed a little relief.
Morgan was bound to the bed again, but where were those morons she’d been screwing? He scoured the entire top floor trying to locate her fellows, those deadbeat cowboys who must’ve thought he’d give Morgan up without a fight.