Undead Tango (6 page)

“I did no such thing,” Vander cut in while twirling his finger in a clock motion around his temple. “I think Cody has lost his marbles.”

Skye apparently ignored him. “Why don’t you find something you would like to see me in,” she told Cody.

All of the men’s jaws unhinged. “Are…are you for real?” Cody asked timidly.

She ran a hand through his thick mop of brown hair. “Absolutely,” she replied. “It is your birthday after all. And this is as good a place as we’re going to find.”

Vander felt kind of queasy suddenly, like the walls were crashing down around him. He scratched his broad chin and was going to say something. Protest this whole idea in some way, but the words escaped him, and he walked away.

That woman was going to kill him one way or another.

* * * *

Within the hour the adult boutique was locked down tighter than a drum, and an old generator provided them with dim lighting.

Skye had seen the juvenile jealousy and petty anger as clear as day on Will and Vander’s faces when she told Cody to pick out an outfit for her to wear. They both acted as if they owned her which sort of got under her skin. She was going to get even with them—put Will and Vander back in their places. She just didn’t know how yet.

All three boys were in the far room trying to get a television up and running, and this gave Skye some time to do some browsing. She obtained a plastic bag and filled it with flavored body oils, sex lubes, and an assortment of other odd trinkets she found amusing. Why not? Everything was on sale anyway.

She had no real issue with taking Cody by the hand, escorting him to the center of the sex shop and going to town on him. He was sinfully cute with those doe-like, brown eyes and curly, dark hair. She was absolutely attracted to him. Added to this was his demeanor, laid- back and genuine, so pure and innocent. Not like Vander the Neanderthal at all.

The only problem was Cody was a virgin by his own admission, and she was determined to make his first experience an incredible one. She couldn’t do that in the middle of a sleazy sex shop in the middle of nowhere with Will and Vander breathing down her neck.

She poked her head in on the guys and saw them watching a large plasma screen. On it was a healthy-looking blonde woman taking on two well-endowed men, her painted lips practically inhaling their shafts to the balls.

She coughed loudly to get their attention. “Cody,” she said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. His head whipped back, and Will quickly turned off the porno image on the television.

“It was the only thing on,” Will explained lamely.

“Right,” Skye countered. “Cody, come here.” He shuffled to her, red-faced. She cupped his cheeks and gave him a soft, seductive kiss on his puckered lips. She forced his jaw open, and their tongues finally connected.

Cody grunted. She did not stop until his lips and tongue properly responded against hers. She moved into him and pressed her body against his and felt the distinct outline of an erection in his pants. He was ready in seconds, and she smiled.

She brushed her plump lips around the outside of his ear and kissed him ever so softly. “A kiss for the birthday boy,” she whispered in her most seductive vice. Cody gulped.

“Are you hard right now from the kiss or the adult feature?” she asked.

“The kiss,” he assured her.

“Good answer.” The other two men seemed very uncomfortable and fidgeted badly in their awkward seated positions. She turned her attention back to Cody. “I want us to make love, but I don’t think that this is the best environment. I want the moment to be special.”

“It will be special if I am with you, Skye. Anyplace, anywhere will be perfect.” He handed her a brown paper sack. “I picked this for you to wear. I hope you like it.”

“Are you certain you want to do this here? In this place?”

“It doesn’t matter where. I want this more than anything. I never said this before, but I…I love you, Skye. Ever since the first day I knew you were the one.”

“Give me about thirty minutes,” she said, taking the brown paper bag. She then turned her gaze to Will and Vander. “You two stay put and watch your little movie. I don’t want one interruption.” Will opened his mouth to speak. “I mean it—not one thing said.” He closed his mouth and shot her a disgruntled expression.

With that she spun around and left.

Chapter 5

Will knew this day was coming, but it was still hard to shake the sting of it. “I could use that drink right now,” he admitted

Vander tossed him the bottle. Will removed the cap, took three deep swallows, and forced a smile.

“Well…Cody,” Will said. “Looks like you’re in for one hell of a night. Enjoy it.” His tone was obviously less than enthusiastic—even borderline depressing.

“Do you love her, too?” Cody asked.

“She is an easy woman to fall in love with,” Will replied. “Two men in love with the same woman never turns out good in my experience.”

“How about three. Since all the cards are on the table,” Vander piped in. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Will, but I had my eye on her since the day I saw her.”

Will took two more hard swallows and cleared his mouth. “You made that painfully obvious. Every time I turn around you’re eye fucking her. I doubt she has any interest in a convict like you.”

“I beg to differ,” Vander argued. “One night, not so long ago, we almost went the distance one might be inclined to say.”

Why that dirty rat bastard! Will set the bottle down and glared at his new nemesis, Vander Lungren. “That’s it,” he growled while grabbing an enormous, black dildo from the shelf behind him. He tore open the package and held it like a club. “Get over here so I can shove this so far up your ass you’ll choke on it. Who knows, it may remind you of prison.”

Vander puffed his huge chest and stepped into the challenge. “You’re a nut case, Will. Skye may be the only woman left on the face of the Earth, and you want to kill me with a dildo. I am not going to chase after any zombie skirts. I’ll tell ya that. Skye is fair game, my man.”

Will swung it forward and smacked Vander over the head with the rubber phallus.

Vander looked nonplussed. “You actually just hit me with a rubber cock. Now I am going to make you swallow it.”

“Bring it on, tough guy.”

Vander grabbed a massive, pink dildo, ribbed for her pleasure, and brandished it like a sword. “Get ready to feel my wrath,” he said, charging in like a samurai warrior.

For a big man he was swift on his feet, and Will found himself on the defensive, parrying blow after blow with his black schlong.

Vander finally faltered by stumbling, and Will swatted him over the ass. Vander deflected the other blow and came on strong. The tip of the pink rod connected with Will’s chin, and it felt as if a large rubber band slapped his face. Then they were circling each other like a couple of swordsmen from a very low-budget film using fake cocks.

Finally Cody stepped in between the dueling pair. “Enough, before someone gets penetrated. This is probably one of the most bizarre fights I’ve ever seen. Kind of reminds me of that one Jedi scene in
Star Wars
except they weren’t fighting with rubber penises. Look, you guys, this is silly—we are all friends here, aren’t we?”

Will dropped his rubber cock, and Vander followed suite. The boy made sense. The whole thing was insane.

“We all love Skye,” Cody continued. “What is the problem with that? She is the most extraordinary woman I ever met, and she may share the same feelings as we do. We can’t let our jealousy destroy what we have—destroy the friendships we share. You guys are the only family I have. Without you I’d be a frickin’ zombie by now.”

“I think he’s right,” Vander agreed. “We could either ask Skye who she really loves or be happy with sharing whatever she is willing to give. I’m not greedy. One night a week will do me just fine.”

Will hated hearing it, but deep down he knew it was probably true. Skye was the only female in the group, and he couldn’t hoard her all to himself. “What do you propose we do? Tell her we all love her and give her a calendar to pencil her days down with us?”

“Given our predicament, something like that may work…I suppose,” Vander said. “Come on let’s go ask her—tell her of our brilliant idea.”

He started toward the center room, but Will squeezed the big man’s shoulder. “Not now, Vander. Tonight belongs to Cody. We are not going to fudge things up for him.”

Vander sighed. “I guess you’re right. Go get her, boy. Oh, and don’t forget what we discussed.” He winked at Cody.

* * * *

This unsavory smut shop was probably the furthest thing from being a proper place to lose your virginity, but she would have to make due.

She set four spice-scented candles in place, circling the center platform were there was a display for bondage equipment. A weird leather swing harness hanging from the ceiling made things a bit tacky, but there was a black leather bound bench that could be used for a bed. She scooted the bench away from the strange swing apparatus, thinking that Cody would not be up for such a thing. He would probably want plain old sex being that it was his first time. She also assumed it would all be over quickly once they got the process rolling.

She tore out of her clothes and stared at herself in the full-length mirrors that dotted the place. She felt dirty and gross, her skin was covered in a coating of dust, and the stubble on her legs could cut Cody to death, not to mention the forest that seemed to have grown between her thighs. She needed a quick fix.

Taking her only razor and a can of Will’s shaving cream, she chanced going outside in the rain. She untied her ponytail and allowed her long, dark hair to fall to her shoulders then stepped out into the parking lot, naked and alone in a cool rain.

Firstly she rinsed her body and promptly went to shaving her legs. In a hurry, she swept the razor over her pubic mound and took away much more hair than she wanted. She inwardly cursed the haphazard mistake. Now she looked like a van Gogh painting down there, and that would never work. She would have to remove all of it and go hairless.

After rinsing the razor in the water she applied more lather and moved over the sensitive areas with care. Now she was completely bald down there, but at least she was silky smooth for Cody. She laughed at herself for a moment. If anyone saw this, they would think that she had gone completely bonkers—shaving herself in public in the middle of the wide-open parking lot under the rain. Maybe she was bonkers.

She checked every direction and went to the van to retrieve a bottle of whiskey. After securing the hard liquor she went back inside and locked the doors. She wrung out her hair and toweled off her wet body then tied her hair into a sloppy looking topknot with tendrils of long hair partially covering the left side of her face. It looked cute—sort of. Argh, this was going to be difficult.

The only item of makeup she owned was a tube of red lipstick, and she painted her lips wishing that she had more of her usual cosmetics—eyeliner, blush, whatever. She could have looked perfect for Cody.

Within the bag that Cody had given her was a pair of shiny, black high heels and black, thigh high stockings with lacy tops. She couldn’t help but smile at his selection. No bra or panties, Cody certainly wanted her naked for this affair.

She slid on the stockings and strapped on the high heels. After doing a once over in the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel like one of the porn stars on the DVD covers that lined the wall in front of her.

The only drink container she found was a novelty mug in the shape of a breast, and she poured herself a double shot of whiskey and threw it back. The burn was subtle, yet it was still very prevalent. Why did she feel so damn nervous right now, like some tween on a prom date? The second double shot went down a little more smoothly, and she felt a slight buzz.