shrugs. “Anyway, Tess didn’t exactly offer and Derek did.” She inspects the dismal rows of metallic structures and her pink polished nails glow off her tan skin. Ally looks sexy as hell without even trying. “So, I hear the bed-and-breakfast is full and you’re stuck with Kendall and Cruise.”
“It’s Kenny, ” I tease. “Actually, I’m pretty sure that nickname’s off limits to me.”
She lets out a little laugh and her features soften. “We should have sickening nicknames for each other. You could be Midnight Morgan and I can be Angel Ally.”
I laugh dryly. “How about I can be Mega Man and you can be Amazing Ally?”
“Mega, huh?” She lowers her gaze to my crotch and when she looks up again, she’s got a dirty curve on her lips. “Amazing Ally sounds perfectly boring but I accept.”
“No, it’s true. You were amazing and anything but boring. I’ve got the replay going off in my mind to prove it.”
“You’re a perv.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m a realist.”
My eyes stray to her long honeyed legs. The memory of tracking my tongue along the inside of her thighs perks my hard-on to life in my jeans.
Shit. I’m pretty sure working myself up as we park in front of her brother’s place is not a great idea.
I wonder if Ally would be interested in me? She was pretty tanked last night. I’m sure half the guys at the club could have scored the same home run. But damn, I’m glad I was there to knock it out of the park. Sure had fun running those bases.
I press out a gentle smile and tap her on the knee.
“Let’s do this,” I say, looking at the beat-up RV on cinder blocks. The back window is cracked, with aluminum foil added as a decorative touch. A row of dead plants hangs off a makeshift sill.
We get out and she shouts hello through the murky screen.
“Ally?” A female voice rises a few destructive octaves as she opens the door, revealing herself—a tall, disheveled woman with greying hair, her face as worn as shoe leather. Her arms are thin as rails with track marks etched from her wrist to her elbows. She’s sporting some serious raspberry welts, and I’m guessing that’s where the needle penetrated a few times too many. “This your boyfriend?” She smiles, exposing two rows of perfectly rotting teeth.
“She wishes.” I wrap an arm around Ally’s shoulder and give a squeeze.
“ He wishes,” Ally says. “This is Morgan. Morgan, this is Raya.”
“I cleared out three compartments for you.” She points to a series of small cubbyholes that line the bottom of the RV. “Derek’s asleep but you two can come in and have the place to yourself. I’ll be in the back.” She whispers that last half before disappearing.
“Shit,” I say under my breath as I take it all in. I can’t seem to look away from the wreckage. No offense, but I can spot a junkie a mile away and Raya here certainly meets the criteria. I’m betting good old Derek isn’t sleeping as much as he is passed out, or dead. “You sure you want to do this?” I squint at her. Something in me wants to pick her up and run her back to the truck.
“Do I look like I have a choice?” Her gorgeous sea glass eyes widen, and suddenly I wish I had enough cash to give her an entire list of choices. “I’ll be fine,” she says, making her way back to the truck and retrieving a small box before heading inside. I follow her in, mostly to see what infestations they might be fostering. There’s no way in hell I’m going to off-load her stuff and leave her here like rat bait.
It’s dark inside, smells like piss and beer, with something else much more lethal layered underneath. A threadbare carpet meets up with a square of laminate flooring in the kitchen and an odd assortment of beakers and bongs clutters up the tiny counter space.
I nod over to the mess. “I’m guessing this doubles as a science lab.”
Ally gives an easy smile and pulls a large square book out of the box while patting a seat beside
“It’s Kenny, ” I tease. “Actually, I’m pretty sure that nickname’s off limits to me.”
She lets out a little laugh and her features soften. “We should have sickening nicknames for each other. You could be Midnight Morgan and I can be Angel Ally.”
I laugh dryly. “How about I can be Mega Man and you can be Amazing Ally?”
“Mega, huh?” She lowers her gaze to my crotch and when she looks up again, she’s got a dirty curve on her lips. “Amazing Ally sounds perfectly boring but I accept.”
“No, it’s true. You were amazing and anything but boring. I’ve got the replay going off in my mind to prove it.”
“You’re a perv.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m a realist.”
My eyes stray to her long honeyed legs. The memory of tracking my tongue along the inside of her thighs perks my hard-on to life in my jeans.
Shit. I’m pretty sure working myself up as we park in front of her brother’s place is not a great idea.
I wonder if Ally would be interested in me? She was pretty tanked last night. I’m sure half the guys at the club could have scored the same home run. But damn, I’m glad I was there to knock it out of the park. Sure had fun running those bases.
I press out a gentle smile and tap her on the knee.
“Let’s do this,” I say, looking at the beat-up RV on cinder blocks. The back window is cracked, with aluminum foil added as a decorative touch. A row of dead plants hangs off a makeshift sill.
We get out and she shouts hello through the murky screen.
“Ally?” A female voice rises a few destructive octaves as she opens the door, revealing herself—a tall, disheveled woman with greying hair, her face as worn as shoe leather. Her arms are thin as rails with track marks etched from her wrist to her elbows. She’s sporting some serious raspberry welts, and I’m guessing that’s where the needle penetrated a few times too many. “This your boyfriend?” She smiles, exposing two rows of perfectly rotting teeth.
“She wishes.” I wrap an arm around Ally’s shoulder and give a squeeze.
“ He wishes,” Ally says. “This is Morgan. Morgan, this is Raya.”
“I cleared out three compartments for you.” She points to a series of small cubbyholes that line the bottom of the RV. “Derek’s asleep but you two can come in and have the place to yourself. I’ll be in the back.” She whispers that last half before disappearing.
“Shit,” I say under my breath as I take it all in. I can’t seem to look away from the wreckage. No offense, but I can spot a junkie a mile away and Raya here certainly meets the criteria. I’m betting good old Derek isn’t sleeping as much as he is passed out, or dead. “You sure you want to do this?” I squint at her. Something in me wants to pick her up and run her back to the truck.
“Do I look like I have a choice?” Her gorgeous sea glass eyes widen, and suddenly I wish I had enough cash to give her an entire list of choices. “I’ll be fine,” she says, making her way back to the truck and retrieving a small box before heading inside. I follow her in, mostly to see what infestations they might be fostering. There’s no way in hell I’m going to off-load her stuff and leave her here like rat bait.
It’s dark inside, smells like piss and beer, with something else much more lethal layered underneath. A threadbare carpet meets up with a square of laminate flooring in the kitchen and an odd assortment of beakers and bongs clutters up the tiny counter space.
I nod over to the mess. “I’m guessing this doubles as a science lab.”
Ally gives an easy smile and pulls a large square book out of the box while patting a seat beside
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