Page 24 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)

Limits, Bad Omens

Kenneth alerts us that the men have eaten the cupcakes and Bobby unfortunately ate one as well.

“Only one bite though, we were able to stop him from eating the rest,” Kenneth states with such nonchalance.

“What?” I blurt out.

Baba runs a hand down her face, smearing the black Norse make up she has placed upon it.

“Why didn’t you stay with him?” Marcus asks, as he rushes to gather our weapons. He hands me my shotgun as he places his holster on his shoulders .

“We were to warn you that they ate the drugs,” Kenneth says, loading his pistol.

“ You were supposed to come back and be with Jacob and Baba. You were supposed to stay with Bobby!” I point at Lyle, who raises his hands in surrender, then points his thumb at Kenneth.

“I followed him,” Lyle murmurs, embarrassment creeping through his features.

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I shove Lyle’s chest, then Kenneth’s. “You left Bobby alone with those fucking assholes!” Then I storm off, the way Kenneth came.

Baba goes in one direction, Kenneth and Lyle follow behind her for support. As Marcus and I rush back towards the campsite, Jacob informs us that he will stay with the truck, to guard the weapons they stole from the men.

It takes us sometime to find the camp, for night has fallen and the path is hard to recognize.

I spy the bright orange, glint of the fire off in the distance.

Marcus grabs my hand as I try to run towards Bobby’s voice. “Til, we need to think this through love.” I yank my hand from his grasp and swing the 12-gauge, sawed-off shotgun forward from my back. I acquired it from the stack of weapons Baba stole from the rich pricks.

“They should have thought this through before leaving our Bobby.” I sneer.

Marcus places his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright, love. Alright. Lock, stock and barrel, it is.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“No, it gives me a head start to create a war path,” I boldly state as I rack the shotgun. The sound calling to the darker recesses of my mind, caressing the malicious essence, that beckons to be released.

Marcus and I crouch, and softly walk around shrubs, to find a small space positioned behind a tent. It allows us access to spy on them and I can see Bobby sitting in a folding, camp chair. His handsome face is battered and bruised.

His trousers are crimson stained, shirt torn open with a superficial slash across his chest.

It appears they used a dull blade to lacerate him.

Blood drips from his lip, off of his chin and onto his chest.

These fucking cunts .

My thought breaks as I hear Ronald’s voice. “You shouldn’t have messed with her. She was mine!” Ronald stomps his foot on the forest floor, then slaps Bobby across the face. His arrogant friends stand nearby chuckling to themselves, holding Bobby’s bloodied body.

“You mean was . Emphasis on the was, bellend,” Bobby retorts as he spits out some blood.

SMACK. Ronald lays his hand across Bobby’s face.

The blood in my veins is boiling like a fucking tar pit.

“You know I was originally gonna drug you the fuck up and lay a bitch in your bed and try to make it seem like you cheated on poor, little Tilly. But that wouldn’t be believable, you’re so fucking obsessed and crawl around her, like a well-trained dog!

” Ronald outstretches his hand towards his friend, beckoning for the knife.

“I also figured it would be more believable to make you overdose with drugs then mangle your body, like you got into another terrible gangster affair. I’ll torture you until my heart’s content and then watch as your body is thrown beneath her feet.

Then Tilly will run back to me, not knowing who to go to or where to run, for she’ll want comfort in the familiar. ”

His words make my stomach churn. This disillusion that I would ever want him again is disturbing.

I hear Marcus snort in disgust, but before I get up to shoot this motherfucker, I hear the most joyous sound.

Bobby’s laugh.

He begins chuckling softly then erupts into a full maniacal laughter.

“Stop laughing! Why are you fucking laughing!?” Ronald yells back at Bobby.

“You? Oh what, does Ronald think he can torture a psychopath, like me?” Then Bobby’s laugh escapes one more time.

“Oh darling, I’ve already met the worst torture of my life, and that was when I thought my beloved Tilly was dead!

You have no idea what real torture is you posh bitch.

” Bobby’s laughter turns insidious as Ronald punches him in the face.

A loud explosion comes from several yards away, one of Bobby’s bombs went off at the perfect time, causing a distraction.

Gathering the shotgun in my hands, I stealthily creep forward. I can feel Marcus steadily behind me and hear him cock his pistols .

Rounding the tent, I shoot Ronald’s closest friend in the chest, the recoil of the shotgun reverberates in my bones. Then swiftly turn the gun to face it at Ronald. Several shots ring out behind me, as Marcus takes out the other friends.

“Get the fuck away from my Bobby,” I sneer, malice coursing through my veins. The anger and rage building within me could set the whole countryside on fire.

“Tilly!” Ron hollers at me with wide eyes.

Bobby cocks his head to the side, blood dripping from a fresh wound on his bottom lip. He relaxes his poor arms that are tied behind the chair.

“’Ello darling, I’m just having a wee chat with Ronald. He thinks he can win you back if he kills me,” Bobby says with a serious tone, but breaks into a stream of chuckles.

I take the back of the shotgun and slam it into Ronald's face, causing him to fall. I kick him onto his backside, pinning him to the ground, then rack the shotgun and shoot his knee cap. He cries in agony, trying to reach for his bloodied limb .

Marcus has helped set Bobby free, untying him from the camp chair. Bobby wobbles towards me, encircling his arms around my waist, lifting me up for a kiss.

Our kiss deepens as his hands caress my sides and up my shirt.

“Bobby?” Marcus tsks. “How fucked up are you right now?”

Then I remember he ate the bloody cupcake and want to spew.

He turns to look at Marcus, still grasping my hips. “I will have you know I drank copious amounts of whiskey, and I did bring my toothbrush. Before Kenneth left me, I had a few moments to sort myself out. Once Mr. Rich Prick left, well then, I was royally fucked.”

I don’t feel as disgusted anymore, for I do recognize the taste of mint and whiskey on his tongue.

Marcus stands beside us, and we ignore Ronald’s cries of to the side.

“How the fuck did you forget there was horse shit and drugs in there, you bellend?” He kisses Bobby’s cheek and grabs the back of his neck .

Bobby laughs, but is interrupted by Ronald’s yell. “There was what in the cupcakes?”

Marcus strides over to him, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets. “Horse shit and a fuck ton of hallucinogens, bitch.” Then Marcus winks at him and returns to us.

“I ate a few of those!” Ronald shouts, but we ignore him.

I feel the tips of Marcus's finger moves a strand of my hair behind my ear. He leans in close to whisper. “You know, what if the last thing he sees is you getting properly fucked. How fucking poetic would that be?”

My heart leaps at the diabolical gesture. Grasping Marcus’s face, I kiss him, our tongues dancing as he reaches for my pants. Bobby begins clearing the area, forming our own space.

Marcus nimble hands begin unbuttoning my shirt, as passion flashes through his eyes, but then he ceases his movements as an annoying voice interrupts.

“If I would have known how much of a whore you were, I would have passed you around to all my friends.”

Marcus leaves me to rush towards Ronald. He grips his mandible forcing his mouth open. Then with one foul sweep, he uses Kenneth's knife to sever Ronald’s tongue from his mouth.

“You will never speak to her like that again.”

“Fuck that’s going to make me come,” Bobby says as he reaches for Marcus's approaching form and pulls him in for a kiss.

“We have ample time until he bleeds out, right?” Marcus looks at me, but I shrug my shoulders. I’ve never seen someone with a severed tongue in our hospital and this fucker can die as we orgasm.

My men explore my body, unraveling the garments I'm clothed in and worshipping my skin with kisses.

I can barely see straight, let alone know who I should be kissing and where, the feelings so arousing and overwhelming.

Before I realize it we are on a blanket, in the campsite ground, and the fire is roaring behind us.

I am sitting in Bobby’s lap, my legs wrapped around him as he enters me.

My breath hitches as Marcus’s fingers enter my ass, stretching and preparing me for him.

I let out a wanton moan, as I claw at Bobby’s back, the sensations taking over my body as electricity dances across my limbs.

Marcus bends his neck, spitting on himself, making sure I’m ready for him, as he takes some of the arousal from Bobby and I, and adds it to my backside.

He gradually enters my ass, with gentle measure.

With several moments of ease, they move at a lazily pace.

I feel so full, as their movements are languorous, allowing me to enjoy each caress of them from inside of my body.

The orgasm is quick to build, as our limbs are entangled around one another’s embrace.

Marcus kissing behind my neck, Bobby teasing my breasts, from the front.

I come undone at the exhilarating feeling of both of them inside me.

Pleasure warms my body, as I feel a jolt of ecstasy when Bobby reaches down to circle my clit with his two fingers.

“Fuck, darling, you are taking our cocks like such a good girl. Look at you.” He thrusts into me as Marcus gasps.

“Fuck, I can feel that.” Marcus pants, as Bobby gives him a wicked smile and begins pumping his hips deliberately.

“You like how I move like that? You want more?” He asks as Marcus groans into my shoulder.

“Yes, fuck. I want us to fill her up at the same time. I want her to feel our needy cocks spill inside her. You want that, love? Do your body want us to fuck and fill you?”

My body clenches at his words and both men grunt at the sensation.

We move rhythmically, both of my men holding onto one another as their other hand grasps me. Bobby clutches my hip as Marcus’s hand snakes around my chest, grabbing my breasts then rolling my nipple. I nearly orgasm at the feeling, but then I can feel Bobby swell.

“Come with us darling, I want your body to milk us dry for you. We’ll give you everything you need, come on gorgeous,” Bobby huffs as Marcus begins pumping faster.

“Fuck I’m going to...” Marcus bites my shoulder, as him and Bobby pulse inside me.

A warm flood of invigorating energy engulfs me as I climax with them.

Their muscles tense, as we are pulled at one another’s bodies together tightly.

We sit there for a moment breathless, our bodies slowly coming back down to Earth from the high.

Bobby finds some clean water and washing materials for us, from one of the tents .

I take in a long inhale and then peer up to find Marcus admiring me.

“What?” I ask sheepishly.

He grins. “You just look beautiful, love.” Then he kisses the top of my forehead.

Taking a look around the camp, I realize I completely forgot Ronald existed for a moment, as we were immersed in rapture.

Trudging towards him. Ronald whines as I kick his limp body.

I guess he still is alive .

Picking up my shotgun I shove it into his chest and pull the trigger. The warm blood splatters on my body, my breathing erratic. This is the first time I’ve killed someone.

And I fucking enjoyed it .

I enjoyed it only because it was a low-life, who deserved to die.

A piece of shit that hurt anyone they could, just because they can.

Bobby comes up behind me, looping his arms around my torso.

“Are you going to be alright? We could have killed him for you darling.” Then he kisses the side of my head.

“I’ll be more than fine. I needed to do that. Let’s go find Baba and let Marcus kill Mr. McKinley, he needs his closure too.” Peering up at Marcus, he gazes at me with understanding.