Read In the Wind Online

Authors: Bijou Hunter

In the Wind (11 page)

BOOK: In the Wind
12.63Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
Chapter 22

Jace

The Big Time

My sulking lasts until I hear chimes in the hallway. Mama Phuong stares at me when I open the door. She's a tiny Vietnamese woman who looks ridiculous with her thick black hair in two pom-poms on her head. Assuming the twins beautified the older woman, I wait for her to explain the chimes.

"You get dressed and go downstairs. The ladies of the house are nearly finished glamorizing their armory."

"Did they make you say that?"

Mama Phuong smiles before disappearing down the hall. I shut the door and dress in the tuxedo. The guy in the mirror looks both like a douche and a badass. The rough kid in me is horribly embarrassed to be wearing this outfit, yet the vain man in me wants to strut.

I arrive at the front hall to find only Bodie's Doberman waiting.

"Are you coming with us?" I ask the dog.

Like most Dobermans, he possesses the black eyes of a shark. We hold a staring contest, and I win when he looks up the stairs at his approaching owner.

The twins hurry downstairs in their gala attire. Both are wearing one-piece jumper outfits with one shoulder strap and the other shoulder bare. I don't know which one is wearing the black outfit and the other the gold.

"Oh, my, sex machine," the twin in the gold says, answering my question. "You clean up well for a biker thug."

"You give great compliments," I say to Colbie while dodging her groping hands. "Where's Sawyer?"

Colbie stops pawing at me to gesture upstairs. Sawyer appears wearing a red body hugging dress. She walks slowly down the stairs, not nearly as coordinated as the twins who are tap dancing in the next room.

"I'm Gregory Hines!" Colbie yells to the dog.

My gaze remains on Sawyer, and I wonder if I'm drooling. Wearing a bitchy expression, she waits for me to make a snide comment. I can't think enough to speak.
The damn dress is painted on her.

"What?" she grunts.

"If any man touches you, I'll fuck him up," I say without thinking. "I'll cut him into such tiny fucking pieces there won't be enough for the wood chipper."

Sawyer's gaze softens, and she feigns an innocent smile. "What's got you so riled up? Do you like my dress?" Her delicate fingers slide down her hips while she stares at me. "Do I look pretty, Jace?"

"You're pissing me off."

"Now you know how I feel."

I step back and hold out my arms. "What do you think?"

"Fuck you."

"That hot, yeah?" I say, smirking.

Sawyer grins as her hands rest on my chest. "You didn't tie the bow thing."

"I don't know how."

"Neither do I."

"I could go sloppy. Fits my style better anyway."

Sawyer says nothing. Her gaze lowers to where her fingers tease under my jacket. I lift my brow, curious at her sudden flirty behavior. Her gaze lifts to meet mine, and I lean down to kiss her.

My lips barely graze hers before she turns towards the twins. I sense she's less interested in her friends than fearing my kiss. She walks over to where the twins dance in unison.

"Why?" she asks.

"We took dancing classes as kids," Colbie explains. "Even thought of going pro until we were hit with devastating news."

"I'll bite. What was the news?"

Bodie sighs. "Being a professional takes a lot of hard work, and we're not really those kinds of people."

The twins stop dancing on the same step, freaking me out with their creepy psychic shit.

"Can one of you tie my bow?" I ask.

"No," Sawyer growls when Colbie immediately rushes towards me.

My girl is so busy blocking one twin that she can't stop Bodie. I hold still while she ties my bow. Behind her, Colbie tries to dance with Sawyer.

"I don't dance with chicks," Sawyer lies, having a long history of dancing with her sister and friends.

"You're missing out, love starved horny bitch," Colbie says, waving her off. "I'm driving."

Bodie finishes with my bow and rushes after her sister. Seeing my chance, I take Sawyer's hand and pull her along. Her heels clicking against the tile floors, I don't dare look back. She's in a weird mood, and I'm still grumpy about her early lies about fucking a bunch of guys.

The McLaughlins own an army of cars. We walk into one of the garages and head to a large black SUV.

"I know what you're thinking," Colbie says over her shoulder.

"I highly doubt that," Sawyer says back.

Ignoring her, Colbie continues. "We thought about going eco-friendly, but those hybrid cars are tiny and weak. They just don't fit our lifestyle."

"Yeah," Bodie adds. "We're involved in way too many car chases to own a Prius."

The twins take the front seats, leaving me in the back with Sawyer. Speeding out of the garage, Colbie drives as if currently in a car chase. We race to the end of the long driveway and through the front gate. The SUV makes a hard right, sending Sawyer against me.

"Oopsie," Colbie says before laughing to prove it wasn't an accident.

A few minutes later, she jerks the car to the left, and I end up wrapped against Sawyer.

"Armadillo," Colbie mutters as if this explains her bad driving.

By the third time Sawyer ends up nearly in my lap, she's pissed. "Stop it, or I'm driving."

"You're scary, Sawyer Johansson. Good thing I'm wearing my adult diapers or else things might have gotten messy up here."

The twins laugh, but Sawyer's still grumpy. "I'll make you piss yourself for real, if you don't knock off the stupid games."

This threat makes the twins laugh louder. Sawyer glares at me like this was my doing.

"You don't scare me either," I tell her.

Even glaring harder, she's clearly fighting a smile.

"You should stay on my side to save time," I say, wrapping her with my arm.

"Pervert," she says, snuggling closer.

Finally, we leave the tiny roads, and the SUV joins the evening traffic on the small highway. The twins stop goofing around for like two minutes before Colbie sighs dramatically.

"That's the hotel where I'll lose my virginity," she announces, gesturing at a hotel off the highway called the Love Hut. "They have heart-shaped beds. I want candles and the perfect romantic music. Probably George Strait, Charley Pride, and Johnny Lee. Yeah, we'll have the lights down low, and I'll wear something soft and virginal."

Sawyer stares at the back of Colbie's head as if listening to an insane. I want to laugh, but don't, of course. The twins might be dressed for a gala, but my mind wonders about all the blood on Zane's original tux.

"The first time, I'll be scared," Colbie explains, "but he'll take his time and reassure me with his tenderness. My first orgasm will be overwhelming, so he'll hold me until I feel safe. My second orgasm will empower me."

Sawyer covers her mouth to silence her laughter. I smile at her, keeping my mouth shut.

"It'll be magical. None of that squirting in my hair shit like Bodie."

"Good luck with that," her sister says. "I hope he gives you herpes."

Sawyer murmurs, "Good luck meeting your special guy who'll follow your lame script."

Colbie turns around to glare at Sawyer. "We can't all meet our special guys when we're in kindergarten, dumpling."

Sawyer glances up at me while I focus on Colbie turning back around to pay attention to the road.

"I thought I met my special man," she says, and I sense another story coming on. "His name is Darren. He's a rodeo man with big strong muscles, shiny blue eyes, and a long scar across his rock hard abs."

Bodie snorts. "Clearly, their relationship was based on some really deep shit."

Colbie cusses at her sister in a foreign language and sighs dramatically again. "We were circling each other, taking our time with the romance. I had just turned eighteen and was still so delicate."

Bodie bursts into laughter, and I can't control myself anymore. Sawyer doesn't help by giving into her rolling giggles. Once we laugh ourselves out, Colbie continues her story as if we hadn't mocked her at all.

"I might have waited too long. One drunken night, Darren lost control of his dick and stuck his sexy staff inside a pit of disease. Shanna's pussy is a mixture of every disease whores can have."

"I think I remember Shanna from when I first got here," Sawyer says, glancing down at where I've taken her hand in mine.

Bodie nods. "She's a friend of ours. Known her since first grade. While she's a nice enough gal, she's fucked everyone in the entire world. No doubt she's fucked the both of you, but you've forced yourself to block out the horrific memories."

Sawyer and I share a smile while Colbie returns to her story.

"She took advantage of Darren since no way would he chance his dick on a one night stand with Syphilis-zilla. Even though I know he didn't mean to ruin his penis and break my heart, I could never be with him. Not after he'd been corrupted like that," Colbie says then turns around to look at us. "Trust me, there's not enough bleach in the world to wash off her pussy Ebola."

Tapping the steering wheel to get her sister focused, Bodie adds, "Hookers working the streets for decades are cleaner than Shanna. In fact, I'm fairly sure she killed her dog after he drank from the toilet she used."

Sawyer and I burst into laughter again, but Colbie isn't amused. "She ruined my chance at love."

"If he was meant to be with you," Bodie says, "God never would have let Darren get drunk enough to bang Vagina
C.H.U.D.
and ruin his slong forever."

Sawyer laughs. "What's
C.H.U.D.
?"

"Don't tell me you've never seen the 1984 horror classic
C.H.U.D.,
Sawyer Johansson." Bodie mutters.

"Of course not. I have taste."

Colbie speaks into her phone. "Memo to myself, make sure Sawyer sees
C.H.U.D.
before she dies."

Sawyer smiles at me, and I love seeing her so happy. The twins might be obnoxious at times, but they sure know how to set the mood.

The gala is a fundraiser held at a country club. I immediately feel out of place. Sawyer glances around the parking lot at all the dressed up people. Her gaze finds me, and we share a frown. Nearby, the twins check their weapons, and I'm surprised by how many they manage to hide in those outfits.

"You never know when the zombie apocalypse might happen," Colbie explains to me.

"Duh," Sawyer says, taking my arm and pulling me away from them. "If the zombies come, you'll save me, right? I mean, I'm wearing a frigging dress and heels. I've got first chick to die written all over me."

Pulling back my tux jacket, I reveal the Glock strapped inside. "No worries. I'll throw you over my shoulder and follow the twins to the safe zone."

Sawyer gives me a look that makes me a little hard and leaves me hoping something crazy goes down tonight.

Inside the ballroom, we're surrounded by old and new money. No one looks like the Johansson-type of new money though. The men wear cowboy hats and tuxedos. I see lots of gowns and fake boobs from the women. None of this interests me, but I'm impressed by the limitless food and free beer. Even a low-class fellow like me could get used to this gala crap.

Sawyer ditches me at the bar and makes the rounds with the twins. I enjoy a foreign beer to compare with my domestic. For the hell of it, I order a shot of fancy whiskey too.

"I'm going outside to breathe perfume-free air," Bodie says, returning alone.

"Where's Sawyer?"

Bodie doesn't answer before walking out of the ballroom. I make my way through the crowds of smiling people. I hear someone whisper I'm the twins boy-toy. Rolling my eyes, I keep looking for Sawyer.

I wish I could say the fuckwit is holding her against her will, but she seems genuinely amused by whatever Richie Rich tells her near the dance floor. The guy is nothing special in my world, but his lean body and floppy hair is probably quite popular around these parts.

Fingering the gun in my jacket, I wonder if I can pretend to be saving Sawyer by shooting this guy.

"People think Bodie and I are sharing you," Colbie says, appearing at my side. "I told them you were Sawyer's gigolo, and we only borrow you."

"You're all kinds of helpful, aren't you?" I grumble before my temper clears enough for my brain to focus. "I need your help."

"What's wrong, Gary?"

I frown at her. "You know that's not my name."

"I suck at names. I call men Gary when I get forgetful. Sorry, Gary."

"Whatever. I need you to use your special talent for annoying people."

"It's true I am very talented. Who do you want me to annoy? Is it you?"

"I want you to unleash your abilities on the pretty boy fuckwit making eyes at Sawyer."

"Feeling insecure, huh? Don't worry, Gary. You're pretty too."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

BOOK: In the Wind
12.63Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Ghost-Eater and Other Stories by Diane Awerbuck, Louis Greenberg
The Devil Met a Lady by Stuart M. Kaminsky
Side Effects by Michael Palmer
THE VIRGIN COURTESAN by MICHELLE KELLY,
Angels in America by Tony Kushner
The Secret to Hummingbird Cake by Celeste Fletcher McHale