The Bad Ones (19 page)

“Still trust me?”

“
Always.
”

He reached over her and cut through the chords around her wrist. She didn't hesitate, she just immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. He dropped the knife and it bounced off the bed, making a clanging noise as it hit the hardwood floor.

She was biting down on his shoulder when he pulled away, causing her teeth to scrape painfully across his skin. It didn't slow him down though, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her up so she had to move onto her knees.

“This is an awful color,” he commented as he roughly pulled the polo shirt off her.

“It's your shirt,” she panted, pushing his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, then knelt on the bed in front of her. She kept trying to wrap her arms around him, but he was shifting and moving, sliding against her and kissing his way around her shoulders.

“I just want you to remember that,” he whispered, lifting her hair away from her back and lightly touching her neck.

“Your awful taste in clothing?” she joked.

“No, that you said you trust me.”

“I do. What was that noise? Did you -”

He didn't give her a chance to finish. His hand went around her neck and he shoved her down flat on the mattress. Then he grabbed the side of her hip and held on, forcing her to keep her ass in the air. He shoved his dick into her without any ceremony, no attempt at foreplay, but it didn't matter. Her little time-out had worked wonders for turning her on and he felt zero resistance as he slid himself to a snug fit.

She tried to push herself up onto her hands, but he leaned forward and pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to keep her head flat on the bed. Then he pummeled her ass, fucking her as hard as possible. She screamed at first as he bottomed out, then she just whimpered. Moaned his name. Began bucking her hips back against him.

Con was impressed by his unique ability to know what would and wouldn't work with her. They'd never played with bondage, but he'd just known it would get her riled up. Taking away her toys and leaving her all alone. She'd be coming in no time flat, and he was so worked up, he knew he'd be right behind her. As he watched a shadow fall across the hallway outside the open bedroom door, he smirked to himself and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

“Good girl Dulcie, does everything I say,” he hissed as he jerked back, forcing her upright. She cried out and one of her hands reached out to a bed post, using it to keep her balance. He let go of her hair and ran his hand over her hip.

“Yes, yes, anything you say,” she was gasping for air as she turned her face to look at him.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” he sighed into her ear, slowing his thrusts, but increasing their intensity.

“Only when I'm with you,” she managed to answer, then gave him a deep kiss.

“Perfect breasts,” he whispered, his hand going to her chest and playing with her nipples. “Perfect body.” Again his fingers splayed across her stomach. “And the most beautiful pussy I have
ever
fucked.”

When he touched the aforementioned pussy, she let out a sob and a massive shudder shut down her body for a moment. It was at that same time she turned her head forward and noticed they had a visitor.

It could have gone poorly, but Con's instincts proved right once again – when Dulcie saw Frannie standing in the doorway, her body erupted in an orgasm of apocalyptic proportions. She moaned low in her throat and started shaking. She lost her grip on the bedpost and fell forward, into the same position she'd been in at the start – face down, ass up. Her body seized around his cock, halting his movements, and while he stared Frannie in the eye, he came inside of Dulcie.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” the blonde screeched. Con had his hands gripping Dulcie's waist, his head bent forward, and he was struggling to catch his breath.

“Love the likes of which you've never experienced,” Dulcie finally whispered.

“But … we were … I thought you and I were ...” Frannie's voice trailed off, and Con finally lifted his head. She was staring at him, looking equal parts shocked and confused.

“You and I were never anything. I thought maybe if you witnessed something this perfect, you could fully understand that,” Con managed to explain as he knelt upright once again. With his weight off her back, Dulcie finally slid away till she laying flat on her stomach, her legs on either side of him. Frannie's eyes skated over his naked form and he smiled at her.

“Then what was tonight all about?” she demanded, clutching her purse to her chest, as if the overpriced bag could somehow protect her from the horrifying scene she was witnessing.

“This. Just this,” he sighed, running his fingers down Dulcie's calf. She twitched, then slowly rolled away from him and onto her back.

“I cannot believe I let you touch me, and you're choosing
that
over me,” Frannie shrieked. “You're sick. You two are FREAKS, you did this on purpose. I think you're disgusting.”

“Geez,
Fran
, keep talking sexy like that and you might turn me on,” Dulcie said in a snide tone.

“I'm going to be sick. I can't … I just can't. I
cannot
,” Frannie actually started crying, and she turned and hurried away from the door. They listened as she pounded down the stairs, and both smiled when they heard the front door slam shut.

“You were outstanding,” Con groaned, dropping down and planting a kiss between Dulcie's breasts.

“You know,” she started as he stretched out at her side. “When you asked me if I trusted you, I thought it was about the knife. I thought you wanted to cut me.”

“Oh no. No knife. Not this time. I wanted to do something that would cause permanent damage,” he sighed, cupping her breast in his hand. He could feel her heartbeat, feel how fast it was racing.

“You could've told me, let me prepare,” she pointed out. He chuckled and leaned close to kiss the side of her chest.

“And ruin the fun? It was my little treat for you. The last nail in the coffin,” he explained, trailing his tongue across her nipple and then watching it tighten up.

“How sweet,” she whispered, and he realized she was still staring at the ceiling. He scooted up and kissed underneath her ear.

“I knew you'd love it,” he whispered back, and listened as she took a ragged breath.

“I did. I
do.
I love everything you do.”

“And that's why you're such a good girl.”

“But now everyone will know. About us.”

“I
want
everyone to know. By the time we're done in this town, they'll never be able to forget us.”

Her eyes fell shut again.

“
Promise?
”

“
I promise.
”

Dulcie could feel the change the moment she walked into work. When she went out onto the floor, she could tell people were staring at her. Frannie had probably started making phone calls the moment she'd left Con's house, and then had all Monday to gossip about the incident. Fuller was a very small town, news spread fast. But Dulcie just narrowed her eyes and barked at people to get back to work, knowing that at least in the restaurant, no one would dare to question her about it.

Well, almost no one.

“Heard some crazy shit about you today,” David said the moment she went behind the bar.

“Fascinating,” was her only response as she dropped off a case of wine.

“You told me you weren't dating that Con dude,” he pointed out. She nodded.

“I know.”

“But I heard ...”

“Heard what?”

“Heard some
stuff.
”

She turned away from what she was doing and fully faced him.

“If you have the balls to bring it up, then at least have the balls to say it,” she told him. “Heard
what,
David? That someone walked in on us having sex? That I was fucking him? Yeah, that all happened, but last I checked, sex didn't equal dating someone, and even if it did, I'm still not sure how it's any of your business.”

David looked shocked. At her demeanor, at her tone of voice. He'd only ever seen at-work-Dulcie. He'd never seen the real Dulcie, and now that he was getting a glimpse, he didn't seem to like her too much.

“Jesus, what's gotten into you?” he asked in a soft voice. She rolled her eyes.

“Did you also hear that we were in a house, in a bedroom? It wasn't exactly on the side of the street – she came in, uninvited, and then went running all over town. What he and I do is private.”

And I ain't just whistlin' Dixie …

“You've changed. Remember, I said it the other week? I bet it's this guy. Don't change for some guy, Dulcie,” David urged her.

“I'm not changing for some guy, we're just -”

“
You are
. Look, I heard some other stuff, too. Stuff he was doing right before he was doing you. You deserve better than that,” he stressed. She narrowed her eyes.

“You know,” Dulcie slid her hip along the side of the counter, moving so she was right in front of him. “This is super cute. I get it. Big bad boy comes back to town, you save the girl, I start sleeping with you, right?
Wrong.
I wouldn't fuck you if you begged me to, and nothing will
ever
change that. So how about you keep your mouth shut, don't talk about shit you don't know anything about, and make the goddamn drinks.”

Again, a look of shock covering his face. She stared at him for a moment longer, almost daring him to speak, but when it was obvious he wouldn't, she turned and walked away.

Everyone avoided her after that – all her orders were obeyed without a word, no one tried to chat her up or asked her any questions. The doors opened and things returned to normal for a bit. Most of their regulars were older people, fifties and above, who either didn't have time for gossip, or just didn't care. She was only a lowly waiter in their eyes.

Still. David's questioning had just been a precursor to a bigger moment that was coming, she knew. As the hours went by, she prayed that maybe it would wait till the end of the night, after closing. But no such luck.

A little after eight o'clock, Jared strode through the restaurant, and he
did not
look happy. Dulcie was just coming out of the office when she saw him, and she quickly hurried to intercept him.

“I am
at work,
Jared,” she hissed, holding up her hands. “Can we
please
do this later?”

“Was it on purpose!?” he demanded.

“What!? What are you talking about? Stop, come in here,” she said, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the office. He stopped in the doorway, though, and refused to budge.

“You know what I'm talking about, Dulcie. What the fuck is going on!? Why would you do something like that to me?”

“To you!? Jared, she walked in on
us!
Do you have an idea how embarrassing it was?” Dulcie pointed out. That seemed to surprise him and he frowned for a moment.

“Still. You told me he wasn't your boyfriend, and -”

“I said it was complicated. Remember?”

“Yeah, looks real fucking complicated. I walk in on him fucking my wife, then find out an hour later, he was fucking you,” Jared snarled. Now it was Dulcie's turn to pause. She hoped he didn't notice.

“You saw them having sex?” she checked.

“Close enough! What the fuck, Dulcie? After your little pep talk, I raced off to tell her she needed to come home, but instead I walked into the room to find him practically elbow deep inside her,” he broke everything down. She let out a deep breath.

“Look, Con is entitled to do whatever he wants, and if that means having sex with me and messing around with other people, then he can do that,” she told him.

“This is not 'other people'! This is
my wife!
He's not entitled to 'do' my wife!” Jared yelled, and she winced. The office was at one end of the bar and opened directly onto the floor. Their interaction would not go unnoticed.

“Sounds to me like that's something you should be explaining to your wife.”

Jared's eyes got wide and he stared at her. It was like he was just realizing he had no clue who the person in front of him was; that he'd never actually met Dulcie.

“Do you even care?” he whispered, then cleared his throat. “My marriage is over, and he was a part of that. He told her if she needed him, to come find him. And what did she do? She went there an hour later and found him –
with you.
”

Dulcie should've felt bad. Jared had never really done anything wrong, he wasn't a bad guy. She couldn't muster up the proper feelings, though. She was annoyed and she was angry and she was so very tired.

“Yeah, Jared.
Your wife
went to the home of the man you had just caught her cheating with,
THAT'S
the important part of the story. Not what or who
he
was doing,” she snapped.

“Believe me, I know that's important. What the fuck is his deal with me? What did I ever do to him?” he demanded. She threw up her hands.

“Are you serious?
He's irrelevant
. How can you not see that? What the fuck is wrong with you? She's a disgusting human being who's been fucking other men for years, but
now
you have an issue? Because it's Con? Because it's me? Your wife is a cum dumpster who left you for a guy who doesn't even care about her, yet you're here yelling at me?
That's
fucked up. I'm nothing to you, Jared,” she was almost yelling by the end. He looked blown away.

“What is that supposed to mean!? You're not nothing to me,” he insisted. She took another deep breath.

“Let me rephrase it –
you're
nothing to
me
. You don't exist to me. Why are you here? For a pity party? Well you came to the wrong place, because I don't care. I don't care what your wife did or how your marriage is ending or how bad Con made you feel. Your wife has treated me like shit for years, and you never said a word. Now that paradise is rocky and the magnificent Constantine is showing me attention again, suddenly I'm an option? Get fucked, Jared. Though you should probably get tested first, because safety doesn't seem like a high priority for your wife when she's
fucking anything that moves.
”

The entire restaurant was silent and Dulcie could hear as a fork fell onto a plate.

“This isn't you,” Jared mumbled, taking a step back. “He's done something to you. He ruins things, and he's ruining you. He did this on purpose, I know it. He did it to end my marriage, and then he made sure Frannie saw you two together. You just can't see it.”

See it? I
orchestrated
it. Con is just the star of the show – I'm the producer.

“If you need to tell yourself that to help you sleep better at night, Jared, then okay. Because you know what? Con sleeps perfectly fine, and I know that for
a fact
,” she kept her tone snide.

That one cut deep. It was obvious that for the most part, Jared assumed she was an innocent bystander. Just a stupid girl, caught up in Constantine's sick little games. Blinded by his beauty, lost in love with him. But rubbing in the fact she was sleeping with him, it ruined the image a little bit. Made it harder to ignore the fact that maybe, just maybe, Con wasn't the only big bad wolf lurking around.

“This is wrong, and you know it. You don't mean any of this. What has he been saying to you? Just come with me, Dulcie. Come stay at my house, I can make sure -”

She burst out laughing. A loud, harsh sound. More like a cackle.

“Is that a fucking joke?
Come stay with you!?
Jesus, I'd rather just slit my wrists now and get it over with. You know what, fuck this. Fuck this place, fuck this town, and fuck you.”

Part of the uniform at the Blue Rock was a small black apron that all but covered the short skirts they wore. She yanked it off as she talked, then threw it in his face. While he stood there, stunned, she shoved him out of the way and stomped out of the office.

“Dulcie, maybe you should -” David was talking under his breath as she moved past him, and he reached out to grab her arm. She yanked away and continued on her war path.

“What's the matter?” she yelled, turning in a circle as she walked and looking over the whole room, at the staring customers. “You all just love to whisper about shit, but when it's in your face, suddenly you've got nothing to say? Cat got your tongue? C'mon! Can't you say anything?
Why can't you say anything!?
Jesus, none of you are real! None of you are actually alive, and you're all just too stupid to even fucking realize it!”

She was shrieking by the end of her rant, but she couldn't help it. She'd spoken the truth, and the truth was not meek. It was bold and it was brash, it knocked down doors and bellowed through hallways. Raced down train tracks and burned down buildings. Screaming it was like ripping a hole into reality. She may have been a wallflower, but most of the time, she felt like she was the only real thing around her. A 3D image in a cardboard cutout town. People just slid past her in their fake existence, not seeing her because she wasn't in their dimension. She was on a higher plane.

As she ripped her hair out of its bun and stalked out of the building, she did realize one thing. There was a very distinct possibility she was also completely insane.

So what'll it be? Exist on a higher plane from mere mortals and be crazy? Or retain some sanity and live amongst the flat people of the word?