Rory covered his face with his hands. “I can’t take this, man. I can’t bear to think about what he’s doing to her.”
“I know,” Brock muttered. “If he makes good on those promises, I’ll be the next one spending time in the joint. I won’t stand by and let him touch her without retaliating. I just can’t.”
* * * *
“Brock will kill you,” Trixie said, covering her breasts with her arms. She was crouched on the floorboard, undressed down to her waist.
Three people had stopped to use the rest area. They’d all pulled alongside Trixie’s vehicle and not one of them had peered inside their SUV. Not one person had bothered to notice the strange circumstances surrounding the only other automobile in the parking lot. The white Cow Camp utility truck was still running and its lights were on high beams.
“Brock will kill me?” He laughed. “Wasn’t it Mitch who disposed of Stephen?” He peered in his rearview mirror and cursed aloud. Apparently another car had entered the rest area. “We need to find a place with less traffic.”
“I guess you’re terrified of leaving the rest area. By now there are APBs out and everyone will be looking for this vehicle and the camp truck. You’re kind of at a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t moment in life. Aren’t you?”
Cash sneered. “Shut up.”
“Or what? You’ll slice my throat?” Trixie was tired of the games. She was tired of being crouched behind the seat awaiting what promised to be the most traumatized moment of her life, but if that moment were only seconds away, she wanted to hurry up and provoke it while there might be witnesses around to gawk, stare at what would promise to be a very public exploit, one they wouldn’t forget, and would perhaps report.
Cash turned around in his seat. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. “What do you see in three men? Hmm? Why would you want to fuck more than one man at the same time?”
“I…it’s…I…”
He snarled. Then, he dropped his head and in a childlike voice, he mocked her. “I…it’s…I…”
Trixie bowed her head. “You wouldn’t understand.”
He gave her hair a solid yank. “I wouldn’t understand because you don’t think I’ve been around my share of whores?”
“I’m not a whore. I love them all.”
“I’m not a whore,” he mimicked her. “I just like seeing how many cocks will fit in my pussy at one time.”
Trixie forced a smile and hoped it looked downright evil. Then she let out a wicked laugh.
“You think that’s funny?”
“Yes,” she replied, concentrating on the timing factor. Maybe the last two visitors who had stopped at the rest area would soon return to their vehicles.
“What’s so fucking funny about that?”
“At least my men have something they can use,” she said, taunting him. “You probably don’t have a dick worth inserting in a woman. Is that right, Mr. Whitehead? Is that why you raped those women? Did they make fun of you when you tried to penetrate them? Did they?”
“You fucking cunt!” he screamed, rearing back and striking her.
“That’s right, baby,” she crooned. “Hit me again. Hit me and make it hurt. But before you knock me out, show me that big, thick prick in your pants. Let me see what you have between your legs.”
A lust-filled expression washed across his face and his eyes softened then. “You want me to show it to you?”
“Yes,” she drawled, hoping the knife was the only weapon he had on his person. If he had something else—perhaps a gun—then she was definitely in trouble. “Show me, Cash,” she said, leaning over the seat and placing her hand on his. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
“You are a dirty whore, aren’t you?”
“Hmmm,” she muttered, reaching behind her back and patting the floor for her shirt as she leaned over the front seat. “Please, Cash. Show me what you’ll let me suck.”
As if she’d said the magic words, Cash became obviously enchanted with the idea of stripping his slacks away from his hips. Trixie waited for the perfect time, hoping her idea of timing matched fate’s plan for her as well.
“I knew you’d be eager. I knew you’d grab this cock like a stick of chocolate and let me melt in your mouth for days and days.”
She wanted to vomit. Instead, she said, “Hmm, I bet you’ve dreamed of us together. I have you know.”
“You have?” he asked, his delirium evident. He gripped the waistband with both hands. “You wanna climb up here and give me an intimate kiss, baby mama?”