Five Night Stand (Fox Brothers Book 2) (5 page)

Ryan went into the kitchen for a quick drink of water before he ventured to Monica’s bedroom. Monica had assumed the proper position. Her nice round chocolate ass was in the air. Her face was buried into a pillow. He turned the dimmer switch on the light to make the room brighter. He wanted to see her meaty folds. He wanted to see her glistening nectar drips from her puffy lips.

Ryan removed all his clothing and discarded them on the floor. When Monica was sure he was watching she swayed her ass from side to side. Ryan licked his lips. His manhood had stiffened again after a brief break in programming.

“Did you save this hot ass all for me?”

“Yes.” Monica bucked forward and some of her milky cream seeped out dripped down her inner thigh.

“Christ.” Ryan whispered before it was too late to take back the word. His cock oozed with excessive precum. He climbed on the bed and onto his knees. He angled his ready member toward her bull’s-eye. He quickly contemplated his options and chose to dive in with his cock instead of his tongue. He didn’t have the strength or the patience to make it last. He could see her pie-filling leaking from her hole. It was that warm cozy place that had turned a one-night stand into a five night stand more than two years ago.

Monica tried desperately to push back and find Ryan’s tool with her body. She craved him like he had never left her. She was wet enough to drown him and she longed to suck him inside her.

“Fuck me Ryan.” She had mouthed the magical words.

Ryan lurched into her so deep with his initial penetration that he almost lost it and released his cum. He pulled out completely just to thrust right back inside her. Ryan grabbed Monica around the waist and held her skin like he was gripping the reins on a wild horse.

Monica screamed into the pillow as Ryan channeled what was once his possessed demon side. Ryan killed things for a living and he would kill her pussy for old times sake and because she wanted it bad. He couldn’t believe the maximum speed and precision he used to fuck her. He was like a robot on coke. His balls bounced on her ass and got coated with her essence.

“OHHH RYAN!” Monica moaned and Ryan was finally able to make out her words. “AHHHH RY-AN!” Again he could understand that. “OHHH RYAN!” Monica moaned into the pillow unable to keep her face and body elevated.

“OHHH RYAN!” Words that drained the cum from his shaft. He pumped until he released his entire hunter cum inside her.

Ryan waited before he slowly removed himself. He helped Monica turn over on her back. He stood up and turned the dimmer switch until the room was dark. He got back into bed and pulled Monica close to him. He covered their nude bodies with the blanket.

Monica laid her head on Ryan’s muscled chest. He wiped away the loose strands of hair that were glued to Monica’s forehead. The gesture was so sweet and comforting to Monica that she tilted her chin to look up at him. In the faint light she noticed his hazel eyes burning into her.

“Your eyes they never turned red this time.” She remembered looking back at him while he was ramming her from behind.

“That doesn’t happen anymore.”

“Really?” Monica rubbed her palm over Ryan’s ribcage.

“I got that fixed.”

“I really missed you.” She hadn’t said it before. She knew he wouldn’t say it back to her but she didn’t seem to mind either.

“I know you missed me. I could tell.”

“It’s okay if you didn’t miss me.”

“I just missed what we briefly had. I never had that before. I was able to be something I probably had in me all along.”

“I liked the old Ryan and I like the new Ryan too, the one without the weird red eyes.”

Ryan smiled. He knew she couldn’t see it. “I know you’re tired. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Okay, Monica said in her mind too exhausted to speak more words from her mouth. In seconds she was asleep in his arms.

CHAPTER 5

The morning had come without incident or any monster melodrama. Time drifted into the abyss. Max was sound asleep in the guest bedroom. He lay in bed on his stomach. His face was smashed into a pink flowered pillow.

In his sleep he felt like he was being watched. His perception was keen and he was a sound sleeper but also a light sleeper. He ran his hand under his pillow and seized his Ruger P95 9mm handgun. His eyes slowly peeked open to a two-year old girl standing in front of him clutching a battered brown teddy bear.

Cyan was the intrusive two-year old. Her name was symbolic to her eye color, a mixture of blue and green. She had huge dimples and straight chestnut hair with a hint of a curl. She was smiling widely at Max. Max was sure he wasn’t dreaming but he couldn’t figure out where the kid came from. He stared back at her, groggy and a bit unnerved.

“Wake up sleepy head.” Cyan muttered clearly for a tot.

“I’m up.” Max grumbled.

Cyan smiled. “Good happy morning.” She sang.

“Morning.”

“Breakfast is ready, Freddy.”

“Thanks kid, the name’s Max.”

Cyan wiggled her nose. “Brush your teeth, Max.”

The toddler giggled. Max checked his breath by blowing into the palm of his hand. Rancid. He was surprised he hadn’t scorched the little girl’s eyebrows with his horrid breath. The little girl skipped out the room with the teddy tucked under her arm. He remembered he forgot to ask her name.

It only took a few minutes for Max to pull himself together. He had located the bathroom earlier. He showered and brushed his teeth in record time. He got dressed in clean jeans and a t-shirt. He hadn’t seen his brother all morning. He hadn’t seen him much that night either. Max was one hundred percent sure his brother didn’t sleep on the couch. He ventured down the hall to the sound of voices and into the kitchen.

Max spotted Ryan sitting at the kitchen table. He looked energized and he knew why. Monica was washing dishes at the sink. The miniature welcoming committee was sitting at the table next to Ryan in her booster seat.

Max stood for a moment.

“Sit.” Ryan said as he pulled out a chair for his brother.

Max took the seat next to Ryan. “So this was the tiny tot alarm clock?”

“We sent Cyan in to wake you up.” Ryan explained.

We? Max shrugged. Who the hell were we? “Yes you did.” He forced a smile. He was still taken aback by the coupling he had just heard about.

“How did you sleep Max?” Monica asked with a Suzy Homemaker smile.

“Oh great.”

“That’s great.” Monica beamed at him warmly. It was a far cry from the sass she was handing out last night at Dan’s Roadhouse. Monica retrieved a plate of food from the oven and placed it in front of Max. He took in the aroma of a home cooked meal, a home cooked breakfast.

“Thanks, thank you.” Max chugged two pieces of bacon in his mouth all at once.

“Oh it’s no problem. No problem at all.” Monica patted Max’s shoulder. He wondered who stole the real Monica and replaced her with this clone. He looked over at his brother. Ryan was reading the local paper.

“Geez I love bacon.” Max said as the bacon flavor really seeped into his system.

“That’s what Ryan said. So I made extra just for you.” Monica widely displayed her teeth.

Max winked at Ryan and he smiled in return.

“So who’s the kid?” Max asked with a mouth full of bacon.

“Cyan is Monica’s niece.” Ryan spoke up.

“My sister drops her off in the morning before she goes to work.” Monica eagerly explained.

The house phone rang loud from the living room. Monica scurried from the kitchen and down the hall. The phone stopped ringing in the middle of the third ring.

“Max you must’ve been really tired. You slept a long time.”

“Yeah there was a lot of noise coming through the walls last night. That sort of kept me up. If I hear, ohhh Ryan, one more time, I swear I’m going to slit my own wrists.”

“She wasn’t that loud.” Ryan whispered.

“Yeah compared to you.”

Ryan thought about the hot sex he and Monica shared last night. He couldn’t suppress his burgeoning smile. Max frowned but he continued to eat. Monica entered the kitchen and headed straight for the sink.

“Oh Ryan--” Max rolled his eyes as Monica repeated the same phrase he heard through the walls in the middle of the night. “I’ll leave dinner on the stove tonight. If I don’t see you guys later.

Monica turned her back on them to place the milk into the refrigerator.

Max mouthed the words ‘OH RYAN’ to his brother behind Monica’s back and he grabbed a butter knife off the table and pretended to slit his wrist.

Ryan slapped Max in the shoulder. Max slapped Ryan across his cheek. Ryan returned with a light punch to Ryan’s chest. Max retaliated with a punch to Ryan’s shoulder. Cyan giggled at Ryan and Max’s shenanigans.

Monica turned to them. She was visibly upset.

“Monica, is everything all right?” Ryan jumped back into the character of sensitive male.

“A teacher died in a car accident last night. His truck flipped over, hit a tree and burst into flames. It happened just a few blocks away.”

“Talk about bad luck.”

“Three people have died by fire recently here in Plano.”

“Strange.” Max said.

“Very strange. They all went to or worked at the school.”

“What school is it?” Ryan asked.

Ryan and Max exchanged an interested look between them. They planned to look for the demon teen at the local high school.

“Plano Township High School.”

CHAPTER 6

The pale brick two-story building was by its exterior, only a few decades old. The words PLANO TOWNSHIP HIGH SCHOOL were posted in black letters above five windows in the center of the building.

There were six framed glass doors, the main entrance. The door sat between two sets of windows. In the center of the sign, a few feet from the building, the flagpole sat alone. The American flag was at half mast blowing peacefully in the brisk wind. This high school had recently seen its share of tragedies.

Max drove up in his black Range Rover with Ryan seated shotgun. Max pulled into a vacant parking space reserved for faculty.

There were only a few scattered teenagers in the parking lot. All the students were leisurely headed for the front entrances.

Max and Ryan exited the Range Rover and followed a small group of cheerleaders. The girls were decked out in cobalt blue and white cheer uniforms.

Max glanced over at Ryan and grinned. “Some of them are eighteen.” He deliberated. “Legal meat. The age of consent.”

Ryan shook his head at his mannish brother. It was nice to hear Max back to his usual antics. It had been a while since he heard him say something he found degrading to the female gender.

One slender redhead cheerleader snuck a quick peek at Max and Ryan. She gave them the, I’m not legal but I’m not a virgin lustful once over. It was a look Max had encountered more than a few times. Max liked grown women not girls. He made it his mission to look. But touching was not an option for him.

“Hey.” The redheaded cheerleader turned back and smiled.

Max turned to Ryan and raised an inquisitive brow. “She was checking me out. It must be the threads.”

On the school’s lawn was a rolling sign that read HOME OF THE BLUE DEVILS. Ryan and Max read the sign at the same time.

“Great. This fits perfectly.” Max mused.

Ryan tilted his head. He agreed with his brother “At least it doesn’t say home of the demons.”

“Devils, demons what’s the difference. If I was superstitious I would run in the opposite direction.”

“If you were superstitious you would still go inside. You crave danger.”

“This is true.” Max smirked. That was a compliment to him. If Hunter wasn’t his middle name it could easily be danger.

Max and Ryan followed the group of cheerleaders into the school. There was no security in the entryway but the school was in a small town. How much trouble did these kids get into? The brothers followed the signs to the guidance office.

Ryan and Max were dressed in dark men’s two-piece suits, their standard undercover attire. They were either cops or military. Today they choose the guise of detectives. Acquiring the police uniform from the town just seemed to take more work than they were willing to put in. Besides the police force probably was so small that everybody knew exactly who all the town’s officers were by name.

After a few pleasantries were exchanged a nice older lady led them behind the chest-high wooden counter and back to the Principal’s office.

The brothers entered the open door of the office and stand side by side in front of a cluttered desk. A nameplate stared up at them. It read [Principal Daigle]. The school bell blared. There was no Principal in the vacant leather chair. The brothers turned to each other puzzled.

A frazzled Principal Daigle rushed in and extended his hand. Max shook his hand first. The Principal was nearing sixty years old. He was balding and wore glasses that seemed outdated.