Rotting to the Core (Keep Your Crowbar Handy Book 2) (28 page)

“What about Barron?” he asked. “What exactly
prompted
that
?”

Nichole dismissed the occurrence with a wave.
“He got caught trying to sneak into the harem when it was his off
night, before we moved here. I was able to tell them
exactly
where you were going next, thanks to your oh-so-thorough route
planning by the way. There wasn't any reason to stay in Columbus
anyway. The place is over.”

“You're fucking amazing,” the writer said in
disbelief.

“Aren't I though? That's why Milo put me in
charge of the harem,” she bubbled.

He snorted. “Figures. He looks like the
type.”

The blonde-haired woman frowned fetchingly.
“What type?”

“The type who'd be into a whacked-out,
bat-shit crazy, half-wit like you,” Jake said brightly. “I take it
this little brothel up here was your idea?”

Nichole shrugged, causing her breasts to
bounce. It was an amazing sight, which he ignored. “The Purifiers
already had a group of women they'd found wandering around
somewhere. I organized what we needed contraceptive-wise, and came
up with the “entertainment” rotation for the men. We've got eleven
girls now. And two guys.”

Jake curled his lip. “So you're the camp
Birth Control and Sexual Assault Organizer. That's a new low, even
for you.”

She gave him a wicked grin. “It's great
.
Way
more fun than being an exotic dancer ever was. Milo lets
me... indulge myself... as long as it doesn't disrupt the schedule.
Granted, being the number two to a fierce pirate like Poole allows
him to keep me occupied, four days a week. But the other three? I
get to
play.
”

“You're disgusting.”

Nichole laughed and backhanded him. She'd
always been a bit prissy, so the blow was weak, but it knocked him
off balance. As Jake fell on one elbow she moved to straddle his
lap and, taking a grip on his hair, produced a small knife from her
back pocket. The blonde then gave him a shallow cut across his
chest, which stung like a son of a bitch. As he clenched his mouth
shut, she clipped him again across the left pectoral, leaving
another six inch slice. Neither was life threatening, just painful
and slightly messy. If he managed to survive, he'd have yet more
scars to add to his collection.

“Thanks a lot,” he gritted through clenched
teeth. “This was my last CBGB shirt, you know? You never
did
have any appreciation for good music.”

She tossed the knife towards the door and
shoved him to the mattress.

“I always liked you in this position.” She
rubbed her hands along his torso, avoiding the seeping cuts and she
ground herself over his hips. Nichole bent down as if to kiss him
and Jake turned his head away. She smiled and ran her tongue up the
side of his neck until she reached his earlobe, then took it into
her mouth. After applying her teeth to it briefly, the ex-stripper
pulled back just enough to whisper in his ear. “Karen looked
really
sexy this way too.”

Sitting up again, she smiled and continued to
grind her crotch against O'Connor's as his eyes slowly came back to
regard her. “What?”

Her smile grew, and Nichole's eyes hooded in
pleasure as her fingers moved to his chest. “She couldn't stop
squirming. I get the whole “barely legal” attraction now.”

Jake was horrified. “Tell me you're
joking.”

“But that would be
lying
.” Her eyes
sparked with evil mischief. “Truth be told, I was hoping they'd
manage to pick you up at that broad's cache, but once Milo brought
Karen in? I couldn't wait to get my hands on
her.
Why do you
think I convinced Barron to have a go at her back at that old
asshole Foster's place? She was surprisingly responsive, too.
Especially for an emotionally pent up prude. I managed to help her
break through all those barriers though. We had a
lot
of
fun.”

“I don't believe you!” he exclaimed and
twisted away from her. She caught Jake's hair and held his head
steady as she went horizontal against him. Nichole rubbed herself
along his frame, causing him some discomfort due to the fresh cuts
on his chest, but nothing compared to the razors that were running
through Jake's mind. She was also getting his blood all over her
white tee, but seemed not to notice.

“She was so-o-o
hot
. Would you believe
Poole's cronies actually complained because of all the noise?” He
could tell Nichole was getting aroused, due to the way the tips of
her breasts scraped against his skin through her shirt as she slid
down to nip along his stomach. “She was right here on this bed. I
had her cuffed, too. She wasn't going to catch me with a cheap shot
like last time.”

“Watching her clock your
sorry
ass was
one of the highlights of my existence,” he growled. The anger was
building behind his eyes and Jake tried to keep his emotions in
check. Karen would be crippled emotionally after something like
that, so the faster he could get her into the Hummer and away from
the Purifiers the better. Two hours couldn't pass quick enough.

Nichole went on. “She fought me at first, but
I didn't mind. That made it so much more enjoyable
.
She
cussed like a sailor too. For a little while. But after that?
Pretty much all that came out of her mouth were
moans
. And
the occasional scream.”

“Shut up,” he said quietly.

She sat up again and moved a hand down
against him. It didn't remain still for long, either. “I wish you
could've seen how wide those big, blue eyes of hers went the first
time. It was
adorable
.”

“Shut up.”

“You remember how—what's the word—dexterous,
my fingers can be? And how good I am with my tongue?” Nichole bent
and ran said oral appendage around, then firmly inside, O'Connor's
navel.

Jake's revulsion had long since transformed
into something resembling surface-of-the-sun intensity hatred, but
that
managed to crank the burner fueling it up a couple of
notches. That was a picture he did not need to carry around in his
head for the rest of his life. The blonde's nipples poked sharply
against the fabric of her white tee, now a little wet from his
blood. She moved her hand to grind herself along him slowly through
their pants again, and she closed her eyes to relive the moment.
“She fought like a little wildcat for a little while, too. Trying
to roll and throwing knees and trying to get a leg around to kick
me away. It
really
made a difference not having to worry
about her hands. It let me keep my own free for other things.”

“
Shut up goddammit!!
” Jake yelled,
wishing he could close his ears as the perverse woman he'd once had
the great misfortune to date kept talking.

Nichole was still lost in the memory, moving
against him and smiling as she watched the replay behind her
eyelids. “And the look on her face? Wow. Talk about
conflicted.”

The writer went still.

“Oh believe me, I was surprised too at first,
but by the time we were through? I had her
begging
me for
more.”

“How could you?” he demanded, feeling more
worthless than ever before. He'd failed. Poole hadn't let his men
have Karen, damn him. He'd kept that promise. But he'd committed a
crime just as heinous. The evil bastard had given Karen Parker to
the
thing
straddling Jake now.

Running her hands along her thighs, the
blonde took a shuddering breath, bent down, and gave him a look
filled with blatant sexual desire. “Aw, I've upset you, haven't I?
What say I let you have your way with me to make up for it? The
cuffs will have to stay on, but hey...”

Jake lay there speechless for a moment, and
then proceeded to laugh right in her face.

“Do you
really
think I'd so much as
piss in your ear if that Debbie Does the Fucked-Up Zombie
Apocalypse, pea-brain of yours were on fire?” He demanded, still
laughing. “You are one sick, stupid, nut-guzzling, clam-box. You're
a dingle-berry hanging off the ass hairs of humanity. I wouldn't
touch you with the dick off one of the
zombies
outside.”

Nichole jerked away as if he'd slapped her
and ceased the grinding movement of her hips. Her eyes were full of
disbelief, which quickly transformed into twisted rage. Something
occurred to her then. Jake saw the idea pass through her
peanut-sized brain, and a smile slowly blossomed across her pretty
face which could only be described as frightening.

“You think? How about I just cut you out of
those clothes and we'll see? I think I'd like to refresh myself
with your technique, shall we say?
”
She gushed sweetly.
“That way, when Milo captures your friends? I'll be able to give it
to
Laurel
the same way you would yourself.”

Fear shot though Jake as he realized Poole
had been full of it.

“Where's Karen?”

“Oh, she's here. And don't worry; none of the
men would dare to touch her
.
The same will go for that
redheaded
whore
you shacked up with
.
You think what I
did to Karen is bad? Wait until you see what I do to her.
”
Nichole was almost drooling at the thought. “I'm going to hit that
so hard, you'll think it's my
career.
Then? After I get sick
of humiliating her—and believe me that will take a long,
long
time—I'll have Milo tie her up naked to the hood of
your Hummer. Then I'll drive her outside, and I'll let those
fucking things
eat
your hot, little piece of ass.”

Jake's fear turned into reason-obliterating
terror.

She reached down and gripped him roughly.
“And that bitch, Kat? She's going right into the harem rotation.
But first. I'm
definitely
going to take a ride on 'Big Jake'
again. Let's face it, you're a guy. A hot chick plays with your
package, and it's going to stiffen right up. Whether you want it to
or not. Well,
I want it.”

Nichole slid off him and walked towards the
door to retrieve the knife she'd tossed there earlier. Bending to
pick it, she noticed the blade had picked up a nick on the edge.
She frowned, thinking about how much tedious work it would take to
sharpen it once more, then brightened when she realized Milo or one
of the other men would do it. If given the proper motivation. No
need for her to waste time when there were perfectly able servants
around. It never ceased to amaze her what a guy would do for a
blow-job.

“Now, let's see about getting you out of
those clothes,” she said, testing the blade with one finger as she
turned. “I think I'll leave your boots on. It's hard to find a good
pair of shoes without having to fight a hundred of those things to
get into a DSW. Besides, I've always thought it was kind of a
turn-on, whe—”

She was cut short by the sight of Jake
standing there, hands no longer cuffed behind his back. When she'd
turned to retrieve the knife, he'd used the trick a certain
dark-haired, ninja-girl had shown him and had easily passed his
legs through the hollow of his cuffed arms.

Kat was of the mind that flexibility and
speed would always win out over brute strength, and he tended to
agree with her. Jake had seen much smaller members of the Special
Air Service run rings around the larger “bruiser” sized
paratroopers during self-defense drills in his time overseas. When
he and Laurel's roommate had begun their training sessions months
ago, they'd spent a
great
deal of time stretching. He'd
actually believed, up until that point anyway, that he was pretty
limber. Kat however, displayed an almost superhuman level of
flexibility. Stretching seemed completely unnecessary for the
lovely woman, but she still did it, twice a day. Sometime more. Kat
had told him she kept herself that way, so to be ready for any type
of nocturnal gymnastics that happened to ensue.

When he'd wondered aloud who she would
possibly be doing them with, she answered with,
You don't think
we're going to be here in Foster's cache forever, do you?

Jake hadn't been sure how he felt about her
answer at the time.

While the ex-stripper was still standing
there open-mouthed, he hit her hand with both of his cuffed fists
and knocked the blade out of her grip and across the room. Nichole
saw rage clearly in his eyes as Jake looked at her, and she shied
away. She backed against the office door as his lips curled back
over his teeth and the pulse in his neck was pounded visibly, which
caused the blonde's eyes to widen. She gave a cry of fear, then
turned and fumbled for the doorknob. She managed to get it unlocked
but not open before he was on her. O'Connor tossed her back towards
the center of the room and jumped after her, his expression feral.
Nichole landed on the mattress and bounced off onto the floor on
the opposite side, still screaming her head off. He hopped over the
corner, moving fast, his eyes wild and full of vengeance. Nichole
dove across the bed to get away, and she almost made it to the
other side before his hand closed around her ankle.

Jerking her back towards him again, Jake
avoided her other kicking foot and moved astride her, trapping her
thighs between his own. She struggled frantically, attempting to
pull herself away, so he manhandled the blonde onto her back and
took her jaw firmly in one hand.

“Where. Is. Karen. Nichole?” he demanded, as
he shook her angrily with every syllable. “Where is she??”

Nichole winced under to pressure of his grip,
but when she looked at him, there wasn't any sorrow (and precious
little sanity) in her gaze.

“Piss off, you bastard! You're going to rot
here! We'll catch up to your little group of losers. Remember how
we found you at the cache in New Holland? That's because I had the
foresight to copy your route! I'm not just going to give your
red-haired slut the screwing of her goddamn life; I'll make her my
fucking
slave!
I'm gonna feed that mouthy hag Gertrude to
the zombies outside! Don't think I forgot about Kat either! My face
hurt for a
week
after that slap she gave me at Foster's! I'm
gonna cuff her ass to this bed, line up every guy in Poole's little
band of merry marauders, and let them
gang-bang
her Chink
ass till she—”