Slick as Ides (22 page)

“They’re called repellent, and I could barely stand to look at them. I don’t know why I ever thought I could give you head,” I say, grimacing.

He laughs. “What’s this now? You were gonna give me . . . ?”

I jerk my head away. “No, I didn’t say that. Well, I . . . Never mind.” My cheeks heat, and I wave, then leave the room before I say anything else stupid.

He has the cobra. He can figure this out without me. I can’t be near those skin spots. They scare me.

They’re the gateway to zombies. No other explanation for frightening skin like that.

Chapter 12

Vapor

“What the hell is this?” I ask, staring at some freaking metallic thing climbing down the kitchen sink.

“This, Son, is the future,” Dad says, gloating.

“Looks creepy as hell,” I say, rubbing my chin. A chill rips down my spine. “Where’d you steal this one?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he says, chuckling. He slaps me on the back.

“Do you have to do anything to get it to work?”

“Nope. It does it all by itself. I just wanna make sure it works completely before we tear it apart and duplicate it for resale,” he says, leaning over the sink.

“What if it ruins the pipes? You don’t honestly trust this is going to do anything
good
?”

“Oh ye of so little faith and such a big fucking mouth.” He slaps me upside the head.

I growl. “Whatever. You’ll be the one paying to get all new plumbing put in.” I walk away, rubbing the spot on my head he smacked.

What a douche.

I’m sick of him stealing shit he could easily pay for.

What’s the point? It’s not even fun anymore.

“Hey, man, he wants you back in ten for a meeting,” Jason hollers at me as I stride over to my bike.

I flip him off and drive off.

“He’s gonna cut you off!” he shouts.

I keep my finger up in case he didn’t see it. In case his vision is locked on my dad’s ass.

Bastard can get his nose a little browner—he’ll figure out how to get that shit up his nostrils, he’s so glued to my dad’s crack.

I’m done with that.

I ride over to the outer gate of Ide’s fortress.

My fingers shake as I pull my phone out.

I dial the numbers, but she’s changed them once more.

“Shit! Quit being a bitch and let me in.” I scowl at her gate.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and push my bike behind one of her thick hedges. My God, I have to smirk. Reminds me of her pubes—so thick and formidable.

I hop the gate and right away her alarm starts tripping. My chip deactivates it with her special DNA coding. She lets me get so far, only to tease the shit out of me.

Why do this to me? Why does she tempt me this way?

I stroll up to her back French doors, press my nose up against the glass and fog up the pane.

“Iiiiiiides . . . Let me the fuck in. I need you,” I holler with a crack in my voice.

No response. I bang on the glass, rattling it.

It won’t break. I’ve tried it before.

I shuffle toward her office window. It’s high up so I have to prop myself up with a lounge chair from her deck.

I wobble for a second, but then it steadies.

She’s at her desk, half dressed in an oversized shirt, and fuck . . . It’s
mine
.

I left that one behind. Her shoulder peeks out at the corner, and I can see long, creamy thighs beneath it. Is she completely naked underneath?

I’ve been carrying around her panties and bra I shredded forever ago. I keep them in my pockets. She can have them back if she’s that desperate for underwear.

I smirk. Like she’d ever wear something that was damaged.

I strain to see, and I lick the glass because, fuck, if I won’t do anything I can to get my tongue as close to her as possible. At this point, I practically hold conversations with her destroyed under things I touch frequently.

She bops around with earbuds in so she can’t hear me.

What kind of music is she listening to?

A moment later, she sings and it sounds like Peewee Herman if he was being drowned. I cringe and chuckle.

Fuck, that’s awful. Shut up, Ides. Please!

She stretches out a long piece of really shiny metal, coats it with a thin black brush. The metal sparkles and a moment later, looks dry again. She whistles like she’s appraising her work.

Her tiny fingers place some kind of microchip or something similar to that on the end of it.

Wait . . . Is that the same thing Dad just put down his drains?

My eyes squint, and I try to get a better look. The metal curls in on itself and the chair beneath me tips.

I barely catch myself before I land on my ass.

Before I can think clearly, I’m scaling her roof.

If Santa can do it, fuck, I can, too.

I strip down to my black boxer briefs up on her roof, and holler down her chimney.

“I’m coming for you, woman. You’re mine! I own that ass,” I yell, cupping around my mouth.

I stare down into the blackness, and then sit on the edge of the brickwork.

Would I really fit? Fuck if I know.

I slide a leg inside, and right away, I realize she’s gotta have traps in there. No way would she make it this easy.

I sigh heavy and with a grating, rattling sound.

There has to be a fucking way inside besides sending nukes on her place.

I pace on her roof and grip the back of my neck as my feet fling out with each sloppy step.

Think . . . What would she do if she was dying to get to me?

That’s it!

I stare at her skylights. Too easy, and I’d probably fall and break my balls off in the process.

Instead of putting my clothes back on, I chuck them off her roof onto her patio.

Yeah, it’s raining Vapor’s clothes. What of it?

I hope she sees and panics. She deserves it.

I head over to my bike, get out a few of my tools I stash on it and move to her garage key pad.

Before I do anything at all, I call her up one more time—using one of her old numbers she ditched.

“Hello?”

“Fuck! You’re talking to me now?”

“Who is this?” a soft voice, definitely not Ides, replies.

“How’d you get her phone?” I huff.

“Oh, it’s you. She told me you’d keep calling this number. She was right. How many times are you gonna—”

“Fuck you, nasty, rotten bitch. I need her,” I say and end the call.

I pull a wire out of my wallet, hook it into her garage keypad, and I press my palm down over all the numbers at once.

A clicking sound breaks through the quiet, and a second later, there’s a whirring sound, drowning everything else out.

I slide my phone up next to the wire, hook it into the headphones portal and my phone lights up.

A combination starts to go crazy on my screen.

Can’t be this easy. No way.

One . . .

Yeah, okay. Give me more.

Three . . .

Baby, you know you want me to get in there . . .

Five . . .

One more number, and I’m in.

Zero . . .

Click, rickah, rickah, rickah, rickah . . .

The door starts to raise, and I unhook my phone, drop and roll inside before the garage starts to close up again now that the connection’s lost.

I feel like Indiana Jones slipping under a closing cave wall like that.

My body moves fast, and it’s because of her buffed, shiny garage floor.

I swear it’s ten times shinier than the last time I saw it.

What’s she been doing, and how the hell does she have time to sterilize everything so thoroughly?

I lick the ground before pushing up to sitting.

I’m gonna grind into her dripping pussy out here someday, just to piss her off. Should be fun.

Maybe right now, actually.

I get up, walk over to the door to her house, and of course it’s locked.

Like an idiot, I set my phone down and knock on the door.

Schhhhwip!

“What the hell do you want?” A gun is pointed in my face, and the door is wide open.

“I just wanna talk to her,” I say, out of breath, my hands up in the air.

“She doesn’t want to see you anymore. I’m here to protect her, and protect her I will. She’s locked up in her cave right now anyway and can’t be disturbed,” he says.

“Riot, c’mon, man. You know I won’t hurt her.” I breathe hard. Just being this much closer to her has me hard as hell.

“Yeah, you’ll just fuck her until she can’t think straight anymore. She’s been working feverishly since she’s locked you out. She’s been doing some of her best work ever,” he snarls.

“Yeah, and you’ll tell my dad all about it, won’t you?”

“No. I don’t report to him anymore.” His eye closest to me twitches.

He’s lying.

“Who, then? Rich?”

His eyes twitch more, and his lips part for a second. “I don’t report to anyone at all. I protect her from the scumbags like you that want a piece of pussy with no regard to her pure genius capabilities.” The gun shakes in his hands.

I lunge forward and yell “Boo!” in his face.

He drops the gun, I stomp on his hand when he reaches for it, and then I knee him in the neck, pinning him up against the wall that way, cutting off his voice in the process.

There’s a telephone with a real live cord. I laugh every time I see that damn thing.

I take it, rip it out of the wall and twist the cord around his arms, binding him.

He tries to yell, but I punch him in the face and then drag his ass into the garage with me. I make sure the door isn’t locked before allowing it to close so I can get back in.

When he’s flopping around on the shiny floor, I smirk. Yeah, I’ll fuck her right next to him. He can watch. Should be even more fun than I anticipated. Better than recording it.

“Bye, bye, Chad,” I say, stepping back into her house. “Make sure to dirty up her floor out here by pissing yourself. She’ll love that. Should give her something to clean up later today.”

He’s shrieking like a girl. She won’t hear it. I’ll fuck her in her office before she does so she won’t freak out and say I can’t have her.

She won’t know until I’m ready for dessert.

I look down at my boxer briefs, drop them in the hallway and when I get to her office, it’s locked like he’s said.

After a few seconds of grabbing tools out of her kitchen, I’ve taken the hinges off, and like a punk, I remove the entire door.

She stands up out of her chair, gaping, her hands clasped over her belly when she startles and realizes her door’s gone, and I’m standing right the fuck there, naked and hard for her. Her eyes go wide, and then she yanks out her earbuds, letting them fall to the floor.

“Nice,” I say, my eyes raking up and down that lithe little body. “No panties. You
were
waiting for me—fucking tease.”

“How did you . . . Did Riot leave?”

“I told him I needed a good hour before he returned,” I say, shrugging.

I prowl after her, moving with my head tipped forward and teeth bared.

Her mouth drops open, and a flush creeps up her neck.

“Is there any way I could want you more or be harder than this?” I point at my dick without looking at it. I know it’s weeping for her.

“I . . . Vapor, please . . . I’m busy. I’m working,” she says, shrugging away from me, rubbing her chin on her exposed shoulder. “And I simply can’t stop right now. There’s no way.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re in the middle of birthing a calf.”

“Ewww! Nick! Don’t say that—it would mean you’re a bull, and while you’re very well endowed, I’m not into bestiality. Think of that vile manure smell!”

“Shut it, woman. You’re gonna suck me—make up for missed time together. I want it hard, I want it ugly, I want my face to contort in pain, the suction’s so damn unworldly.”

She licks her lips. “First, let me—”

“No!” I take three more steps, and I’m before her, gripping her arms, my mouth on her. “Sssssfuuuuucking good. You taste like Heaven and Hell and everything in between. You taste like the woman I’m gonna fuck right now to make everything all right again.”

I reach behind her knee, cup it roughly, and I’ve swiped her leg out from under her.

She’s on the ground, and I’m on top of her, pushing her shirt up—my old shirt she decided to work in.