"Did I ever mention I live there? Own the building and rent out the bottom floor to pay the mortgage."
"That's smart."
"Yes. I basically live there for free. My parents left it to me before they passed."
"I'm sorry for your loss." I gulped, having a feeling I knew where he was going with his tale.
"Want to know the best thing of living across the street?"
"Watching all the hot women pole dancing in the window?"
"You had blinds."
"You get to keep tabs on your favorite miscreant?"
"That, too. But something else."
"Yoga pants. Every guy loves yoga pants."
"No, Kara. I loved the fact that I could watch your so-called contractors as they busily restored your property to its former grandeur. Want to know how many contractors it took to do this marvelous of a job?"
I sighed and shrugged.
"Exactly none. Not a fucking one. Nobody showed up last night, and yet at various points in the night, the building started reshaping itself. Care to explain that?"
"Elves?"
"Nope. Didn't see anybody with pointed ears."
"They're tiny. Since the shoe repair market crashed, they've had to adapt and overcome. They formed a union. Building Restoration Elves, I believe they're called now. I mean cobbler sounds like a dessert anyway, so it's probably for the best."
"Various points during the night? Sounds like you were dozing off and missed all the work, Lieutenant," Daniel chimed in helpfully.
"That's what I thought at first, too. So, I set up my phone to record when I wasn't watching. Want to see the video? It's kind of cool. I did the whole time-lapse thingy." He hit play and held the phone up for us to see.
Sure enough, the building regenerated all on its lonesome. At least there wasn't a demiurge in the picture. That would have been impossible to explain. Not that the rest was any easier.
"Nanites," I lied smoothly.
"Nanites?"
"Yep. Leetle tiny robots," I answered in my best Gru impersonation. "That guy you saw me with yesterday is a scientist. They're not available for public use yet, but he's a friend of a friend. No contractors or materials needed. That's why he charges so much."
Grendel started looking around the studio and nervously pulled away from the counter. "Is that safe?"
He bought it. Guess it's a more logical explanation than magic. "Should be. Though we are keeping the studio closed for a few days, just to be sure."
"Good. Don't need anybody getting munched on by tiny robots. Maybe you guys should get out of here, too." He kept glancing around the walls and floors the whole time he was speaking. I would have bet money on his dreams not being very pleasant for the next few weeks.
"Thanks, Grendel."
"Will you friggin’ call me Josh. Or Grindel. I'm not a monster."
"Meh. I kind of always thought Grendel was the good guy and Beowulf was a drunk bully."
"He ate villagers."
"They probably deserved it."
Chapter 22
"A movie?"
Brady nodded, grinning. "Come on. It will be fun."
I looked at Daniel for backup. He just shrugged and nodded. I was officially outnumbered. "Fine, but I get to pick it."
"They only have one."
I should have known something was up when they insisted we take Brady's truck with the large bench seat that spanned the entire width of the truck. He drove, I sat in the middle, and Daniel got the window. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, and I got to keep my hands warm on their thighs as we drove. And drove. And drove. Thirty minutes and two stiff cocks later, we pulled into a run-down drive-in on the edge of some town I didn't know existed on the outskirts of Boston.
"Holy shit. You guys have an actual drive-in?"
Brady pulled up to the kiosk and paid. The attendant slipped a ticket under the wiper and waved us in. "Yep. Only one in the area. They show classic movies, too. Anybody want popcorn?" Brady opened his door and stood outside, letting the cold air in while he waited for an answer.
"Get a large, we can share. And some drinks," Daniel answered, and reached over to dial the radio to the frequency listed on the post that held the speakers.
"Fancy," I said with a stifled giggle.
Brady's door shut, and I sighed, snuggling up against Daniel for a little more warmth. "You okay?"
"Just cold."
"You look a little run down."
I smiled and nodded. Hopefully, after our date, I would have a little more fuel in the tanks. At least enough to not look so rundown. After the lieutenant had left and we had gotten Sage settled in her apartment, we hung tarps over the windows in hopes that the Bickering Bandit would assume the place was still under construction and not worth burning again.
The greatest thing about Sage was that she had walked into the place, took one look around and whistled. That was the extent of her shock. She hadn't asked one question, bless her little heart. "So, what movie are we watching?"
"You didn't see the sign when we pulled in?"
"No."
"Army of Darkness."
"What's it about?"
"Demons." He grinned.
I groaned.
Daniel's phone dinged, and he looked at the message. "Be right back. He needs help carrying stuff."
"Want me to go?"
"Nah. Stay here where it's warm. I'll be right back."
"But I'll miss you." I smiled, kissed him, and gave him a little rub. Sipping his lust, I laughed as he pulled away, adjusted his pants, and headed for the concession stand.
Alone, I put my feet up on the bench seat and hugged my knees. Not in fear, but to stay fucking warm. My ass was frozen to the vinyl seat of the truck. I was about ten seconds away from death, when the two of them slid into the truck and scrunched me in their warmth, a bucket of popcorn in each of their laps.
"Thank t-t-the creator. I nearly froze to death."
"Why didn't you start the truck and turn on the heat?"
I stared blankly at Brady for a moment. "Because I didn't think of it," I answered honestly.
"Silly demon," he answered with a laugh, and handed me a cup that was warm.
"What's this?"
"Coffee. I figured you'd want something warm. You can share my Coke if you get thirsty."
"I flove you."
"Flove?"
"Fucking love. It's a word. Look it up."
It got eerily quiet in the truck.
"What?" I turned my head back and forth between to see what was wrong.
"You love me?"
"You brought me coffee." Panic seized my heart. I'd meant it as a joke because he had gotten me coffee, not because I wanted to declare anything about how I might feel about him. Sighing, I continued. "I meant it as a joke, to say how appreciative I was about you bringing me coffee."
"Oh." He frowned a little, barely noticeable, but I felt it more than I heard it.
"Look. Both of you. I was married for fifteen years, and I could count the number of times I dropped the L-word on one finger. It's just not in my…nature. I might not be able to express how I feel about you, but I'll try. I'd take a bullet for you. How's that? I'd definitely take a bullet for you. Close enough?"
"But a bullet won't kill you."
"No, but it would hurt like a son of a bitch. That's how much I care about you." I kissed both of them, hard.
The truck immediately warmed as they started breathing again. Human males were ridiculously easy to please, and I smiled as I picked my coffee back up.
"Fine. We'd take a bullet for you, too," Brady whispered, and kissed my shoulder.
"Fifty-cal." Daniel did the same.
"When does the movie start?" I gulped down some of the warm brew, trying to think about anything except for the nagging feeling in my gut that I had somehow betrayed Ryan by getting a little mushy.
And I swear on everything that is unholy, I felt him slap the back of my head and tell me to quit being s
tupid. I smiled and leaned against Daniel, putting my leg over Brady's lap. He seemed to wince when I hit the popcorn bucket.
I reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn as the opening credits started rolling. Right after that, the movie exploded into action and I sat up, thoroughly enjoying both the acting and cinematography. The demons were cheesy looking, but it was part of the movie's charm. I started cheering for the demons as I alternated snagging popcorn from both of their buckets.
Thirty minutes in, my fingers grazed silky smooth skin and rigid flesh. Blinking in surprise, I peered into Daniel's bucket. Sure enough, the head of his cock was just above the level of the popcorn. Brady started laughing. Cocking an eyebrow at him, I looked into his finding the same result. The both of them had cut holes into the bottoms of the buckets and somehow managed to insert their hard-ons inside. I giggled and ate more popcorn, grazing their flesh teasingly as I did.
"There is a flaw in your plan," I said softly as I continued to watch the movie.
"What's that?" Brady was the one brave enough to ask.
"I fucking love popcorn."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Your cocks are gonna taste like it." I made chomping motions in the air at the screen, not looking at them as I did it.
Their gulps were audible, and I chuckled as I stroked them inside the buckets. Quickly, they started moaning and forgot about the movie and my threats.
"Butter makes good lube. But I knew that."
"Kara?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"I'm getting close…"
I snickered and let go of both of them inside the buckets. Using both hands, I worked the popcorn container up and over Daniel's salty rod. He winced a couple of times, but it wasn't my fault. He should have made the hole bigger. Glancing at the SUV next to us, I grinned at the guy in the driver's seat who had been watching us instead of the movie. I shifted my knees onto the seat and lowered my head slowly into Daniel's lap and took him into my mouth.
He leaned back against the seat, and I felt Brady's hand slip under my skirt, gently rubbing my hip as I serviced his friend.
Brady turned in his seat and gently lifted the back of my skirt up and over my ass. Half-expecting him to dive right in, I moaned as his lips slid over the flesh of my cheeks, raising goosebumps over my skin. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered, and let the tip of his tongue touch my clit, give it a little flick, and then slide up between my lips, and he pulled me in for a kiss.
I groaned against Daniel in my mouth, and his hips rose to meet me as he hissed in pleasure.
"You like that?" I asked him, lifting my head and looking out the window. The guy in the driver's seat and his male passenger both had their cocks out and weren't shy about jerking off in front of each other. I smiled and licked my lips, before giving them a knowing wink and taking Daniel back into my mouth. Our spectators were out of my sight, but just knowing they were watching made it all that much hotter.
"Look at the SUV next to us," I mumbled to Daniel around his shaft.
"Holy shit. Should we stop?"
I didn't bite, but I seized him between my teeth.
"I'll take that as a no."
"Smart man," I answered with a giggle, and twirled my tongue around his tip. A bit of semen leaked out. He didn't come, but he was getting closer. "You gonna come in my mouth, Daniel?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No. I want you to come in my pussy."
"Then you better get in my lap."
As he said it, Brady plunged his tongue farther inside me and slipped a finger in my ass. I squealed in delight and pushed back against him as I stroked Daniel in my hand. He grabbed my fist with his and stopped my motions. He was closer than I thought.
"Do you want him to come inside me, Brady?"
He gave a muffled yes, but was unwilling to let me go.
Smiling, I pulled away and turned around in the seat, offering myself to Daniel, who pulled me into his lap. I lay back against him, his cock emerging between my thighs. His hands immediately found my breasts and began kneading them while I reached down between my legs, grabbed him, and let him slide inside me. Thankfully, Brady's truck was huge, and we had plenty of room.
"Oh, God. You feel amazing." I started panting before either of us started moving.
"So do you," he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck.
I started grinding against him, dripping from being so turned on. I noticed our audience. They had stopped stroking their cocks and were stroking each other's.
I mouthed the words "That's hot" at them through the glass.
Brady crawled over, put his face in my lap, and started suckling my clit as his best friend pierced me. My orgasm was instant, fierce, and lasted seven lifetimes. I couldn't stop coming, and neither could Daniel. As soon as my muscles contracted in blissful agony, I felt him swell inside me, and my wetness tripled as his fluids mixed with mine.
Brady was there to drink it all. He let go of his hold on my clit, and his tongue bathed us both at our junction. When Daniel slipped out from inside me, Brady took him into his mouth and cleaned every last drop.
"Fuck, that is so fucking sexy," I whispered to him, and ran my fingers through his hair. "Fuck me, Brady."
He pulled back to give me room, and I got back on my knees and bent over, offering him my freshly fucked hole. He slipped inside me, groaned, and then pulled it out to rub the wetness over my other entrance.
I grinned over my shoulder. "You want my ass?"
"Fuck yes."
"It's yours."
He stroked my back and slipped the tip inside me. My flesh stretched around him, and I took Daniel's still hard cock back into my mouth and suckled the tip while I got used to the sensation in my ass. The sensation and the girth. Neither of my guys were lacking in the Department of Penetration, but they weren't so massive I couldn't take them in my ass, either. They were absolutely perfect. For me.
"Slow," I warned as he began working himself inside. I mewled with every inch and groaned when I felt his balls against my pussy after what felt like forever.
"So fucking tight."
I giggled until he began to pull back, then I lost the ability to see and think. Slowly, he built up a rhythm, and by the time he had found his pace, I was a jumbling, mumbling idiot with a mouthful of cock. It was the happiest I had been in a very long time.
Brady's movements became choppy as his pleasure began to overwhelm him. "Going to come!"
His words were more than enough to send me over the edge, too. The orgasm was completely different than the one I'd had in Daniel's lap. It wasn't instant, it built and built and built, until it drove over me like a runaway bus slamming into the guardrails. I screamed around Daniel's cock as he erupted into my mouth. I closed my lips, breathed through my nose rapidly, and swallowed everything he had to give. Then we collapsed on each other.
"What are our friends doing?" I asked Daniel.
He glanced over at the vehicle next to us and started laughing, but his cock gave a little twitch of life beside me. "The guy in the passenger seat is blowing the driver. Guess their hands weren't enough."
"That's hot." I started looking around for napkins, found the stack on the dash and used a couple to get rid of some of the evidence of our love making. Tossing the napkin into the empty bucket of popcorn, I grinned. "Let's go home, I need a shower." I rolled onto my back and put my feet up on Brady's lap after he had pulled away and tucked himself back in his pants. Grinning, I realized my empty tanks weren't so empty anymore. If we fooled around in the shower…I would probably have enough juice to ward the studio.
∞ ∞ ∞
My hand stopped glowing against the shining wood floor of the dance studio as the final push of power sealed the ward I'd placed on the entire building. I felt it settle over everything like a finely spun web. Smiling in satisfaction, I stood and dusted off my leggings.
"Kara?"
I squawked. Sage had been sound asleep, I'd checked. Not wanti
ng to waste any power, I hadn't made sure she'd stay that way, and her fearful voice scared the ever-living crap out of me. "Oh, Sage. Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Sorry. What are you doing? Everything okay?"
"Yep. Just thought I saw a scratch on the floor. I was in the neighborhood, and I decided to stop in and double check everything."
"Awww. Your baby is safe. I'm taking good care of her." Sage smiled and leaned against the counter.
"I know you are. Just wanted to admire the shiny new construction," I lied, and gave her a grin.
"Want a drink?"
"Sure. Whatcha got?"
"Rum and Coke."
"I'll have a rum."
She laughed and ran back up the stairs. I waited down in the studio. It only took her a minute to return with a bottle of rum in her hand and two tumblers. She put them on the counter and poured a little in each glass before handing me one and clinking hers against it.
"To a new new beginning," she said with a cute little giggle, and took a swallow. "Ugh. How do you drink this stuff straight?"
"Nobody said you couldn't put Coke in yours."
"I know. But I wanted to be like the big kids."
Judging from her face, she was regretting her decision.
"Burns good." I laughed and walked around the studio, pretending to look at everything, but really just checking the wards for any holes. On a whim, I tore down one of the tarps and raised my glass at Grendel in case he was watching.
"Should I take down the other ones?"
"Sure. The place is safe now."
"Huh?"
Oops. "I mean, I've got the cop across the street watching the place now. If anybody tries anything again, they're gonna be sorry."
"Ahh. Okay. "
My phone dinged in my pocket.
Mom. Someone is outside and trying to get in.
I blinked at the phone and opened up the line to the wards I had on the house. Nothing was setting them off. Are you sure?
Yes. The lock keeps twisting, but I'm holding it.
I'll be right there! "Gotta run, Sage. Night!" I slammed the rest of the rum and handed her the glass. "Lock up behind me."
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