“HOLD STILL,” I TELLMr. Bacon as he tries to chew on the hat that I’m trying to take off of him. He doesn't want me to, but it clashes with his dress.
“Neo,” Harlow calls.
Mr. Bacon manages to wiggle out of my hold and take off out of my room past Harlow. “I love that little dude, but sometimes, he's a pain in my butt,” I huff out.
“Are you busy?” she asks, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“For you? Never. What’s up?” I ask, pulling her into my arms and stealing a hot and dirty kiss that has my cock hardening instantly.
“I thought we could go out and have some fun.” She pulls back and wiggles her eyebrows.
“The-fucking-until-we-black-out kinda fun? Or the-make-someone-scream-and-cry-while-we-slowly-kill-someone kind of fun?”
“Second one... and the first, if we have time.” She gives me a wicked grin.
I groan, stealing another kiss. “I’m in.”
“In what?” Dean asks, stepping into my room. “And did you know your pig is in Rosie’s room eating her dolls?”
“Shit!” I sigh. “Guess I’ll have to replace them. But she can’t stay mad at Mr. Bacon. He’s fucking adorable.”
“I was just asking Neo if he wanted to go have a bit of fun. Wanna join?” Harlow asks Dean.
“I don’t know,'' he says cautiously. “How bloody are we talking?”
“No clue. Guess I’ll have to see when we get there, but I have a few ideas in mind,” she grins.
“Why the fuck not?” Dean shrugs his shoulders and gives Harlow a small smile. “This asshole is always with you. I wanna see what you two get up to when you're not having playdates at the club.”
“Atta boy,” I pat him on the back. “Welcome to the dark side. We have cookies!”
“And orgasms,” Harlow says smugly, biting her lip as she looks him up and down.
Dean’s pupils dilate and he looks at me. “Does your dick activate just from looking at her too, or is it just me?”
“Nope. Not just you man. Even just the thought of her has me nutting in my pants,” I say proudly, cupping my junk.
“Good to know I’m not alone,” he mumbles.
Harlow sniggers, running up to him to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, then bends over and kisses his bulge. I grin at the look on Dean’s face. He looks ready to shove his pants down, whip out his cock, and make her choke on it.
That would be a wonderful sight to see.
“So, what are we gonna be doing?” I ask as we head out to the car and climb in.
“Well...” she says, starting the car and revving the engine. “There's a dentist, Doctor Thomson. He’s some fifty-year-old monster who works atSmile Like You Mean It,the clinic here in Kingston Heights. He’s been doing a lot more than just fixing his patients’ teeth while they’re under sedation.”
“You mean he rapes them while they are passed out?” Dean's face darkens with anger.
“Yup,” Harlow growls, gripping the steering wheel tighter as she speeds up, swerving around the other drivers. “And all his victims are between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one. Both girls and boys. The pervert doesn't have a gender preference, just age,” she spits out. “We heard about it through the grapevine, and Evie did her thing and worked her magic. Turns out the fucker videotapes it too.”
“So we get to kill him?” I ask, bouncing in my seat. “Are we going to pick him up and bring him back to the showroom?”
“Nope.” She gives me a sinister grin in the rearview mirror. “He’s working late tonight and is the only one at his office. So, we’re going to bring the fun right to him.”
“Fuck yes!” I cheer. “Think of all the fun things we can use.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she agrees.