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  “Like a dog?” He looked at her crotch.

  “No, you freak. But I’ll tell you what. This is what you get for making a comment like that, Mr. Strange.” She moved herself up, pinning his arms and letting her thighs straddle his face. “Now you can smell what you can’t have all you want while I continue.” David didn’t look like he was suffering enough, so she moved back a little. “It’s supposed to be punishment,” she said with a giggle.

  “Believe me. It is.”

  Juno frowned, wondering how to take that remark, and kept on talking. “Anyway, then she guessed, from smelling me, we both used to shoot heroin. No shit. Then she went fuckin’... crazy. She apologised for everything she’s ever done. Maybe for stuff she did before she met us, or stuff that might happen later in life. It was hard to make out. Then everything was hard to make out for a second, but she said she knew what it felt like to Jones. The addiction. The craving. Something. Then she begged for my forgiveness a billion times and went running out the door.”

  “That’s it, Cadence?” he asked.

  Her face turned ugly then. “Don’t you dare. I won the bet. You don’t get to pretend I’m her.” Her eyes looked around at the ceiling again. “The weird thing was, I felt like I understood what she was talking about while she was saying it. Though it doesn’t make any sense to me now. Do you know what I mean? It was like, when she was smelling me and stuff. I felt like I was tripping a little. I don’t know how else to explain it. Maybe her scent? How her skin smells? Her hormones? Something. Talking to her was like being on a cloud. I’ll bet she smells really heavy when she wants to fuck.” Juno paused. “I wonder if that was it. And if that was why she was crying. Did she hit on you? Did she go for it? Lord knows you got her tiny little motor running.”

  He looked at her, smirking. She looked back at him with bitterness. “Yeah, and we’re an item now. What the fuck do you care? This has been fun, but come on.”

  “You come on, fucker.” She leant back and gave his balls a long, tender squeeze through his pants. “It was her pheromones that rubbed off on my skin when she touched me, maybe. Except she must have male ones as strong as she has female ones. Or maybe she only has male ones.”

  “You think she’s a dude, Junie?”

  “An ultra alpha dude. It would explain why her features are so rough. It would explain why I couldn’t think straight around her.” She stopped punishing him for a moment. “Maybe she has both kinds really strong. That’s fuckin’ crazy. Did she...? I mean, when she talked to you, did you get overwhelmed like that?”

  “I did get confused, but only after she left. Like with you, she made sense while she was there, but... Could you at least take off your pants before you wet yourself thinking about Mr. Strange. This is becoming fuckin’ insulting. But thanks for helping me lose my hard-on. You did one reasonably compassionate thing this evening.”

  She looked down and noticed her jeans were staining thick in the middle and had begun to drip. Her face turned red. “Oh fuck.” She moved off him. “This is embarrassing. I wasn’t...”

  “It could be worse.” He stood and looked away as she pulled her pants off and stared at the ceiling. “You could have gotten this way talking about him, too.”

  “Who, Brent?” she asked. “The perv who can’t stop staring at my tits? He doesn’t do anything for me, and he’s a little handsy. I’m pretty sure he didn’t ‘accidentally’ goose me, and brush up the crack of my ass, before we left, no matter how drunk he was. Still, I mean, I’d fuck him, sure. He’s obviously dying to fuck me. But he’s not that hot. So it’s either you or... Jesus.” She put her palm to her nose and took a heavy sniff. “Smell this.” She put her hand to his face.

  He smelt her hand, as she finished shaking off her last pants leg and wondered at the damp, sticky crotch. He shook his head. “Nothing. What is it, aside from a lame attempt at torturing me? Put your clothes back on. Or let’s skip to sleeping together. I mean, on the same bed. Like you said. Again. You can hog the sheets.”

  “Fuck you, Mr. Strange.” She brought her hand back to her face after she finished inspecting her pants. “It smells like... Her. Whatever she is. She rubbed off on me. Everywhere she touched. And...” She reached to feel between her legs and shuddered. “Holy shit. I’m getting wetter. I feel like I’m going to explode. Did Brent do that for you?”

  “Get me wet? Nope.” He smelt his palms and the parts of his shirt Brent had touched, as Juno glared at him. “Not hard, either. But he sure did it for you.” A look of remembrance came over his face. “Wait a second.”

  “Yeah, okay, Mr. Strange,” she said, unable to keep from smelling her own hands. Wanting to move them both between her legs, but losing the total sensation every time the scent got too far removed.

  He brought the back of his hand, the one Cadence had been kissing and chewing on, to his nose and took a deep breath in. When he did, it was as if he could feel her teeth on him, chewing at his flesh. Her lips teasing at his knuckles and her tongue clogging his pores with her saliva. “What the fuck?” he wondered aloud.

  “What the fuck is right.” She looked at the bulge threatening to bust through his jeans. “Is that where Brent patted you on the hand all night, Davey? This is so fucked up. It’s like they’re backward. Take off your pants. Put it inside me, Mr. Strange, so I can feel you while I can still smell her on me. Please. Don’t judge. I need to feel your cock inside me more than I’ve ever needed to fix. I know this is totally fucked up. Believe me.”

  “You didn’t want this before and you definitely don’t want this now.” She pulled at his pants and he swatted her hands away. Backing up as she kissed at him furiously. Alternating between licking his closed mouth and smelling her hands as David tried to keep her from tearing off his clothes.

  “Please?” she begged. “I know it’s weird but I can’t stand it. I’m going to go crazy if you don’t fuck me right now. Come on.”

  “No, you don’t understand, Junie.”

  “What?” She panted and grabbed at him while she smothered herself with her other hand.

  “When Cadence came out to see me. While she was talking to me. She kissed me on the top of this hand. Really quickly. She bit me, too. Drew blood. And she did the same to me as she did to you. She smelt me. She tasted me. She licked me. Did she lick you too?”

  She looked at him in confusion. “She might have. While she was talking, I was looking away and I felt my hair brush away from my neck and... oh my God. I felt her tongue on my palms. It all happened really fast though. And you don’t have any cuts on your hand, Davey. Neither do I. So... Maybe not? Or maybe just licking?” She smelt her hand again. “It’s her saliva. That’s how she put it on me. That must be why they keep separate beds. You can’t fall asleep to this. Brent would break Cadence in half fucking her every night. It explains how her nasty ass gets free room and board though. One lick.”

  “Look. This has gone far enough. If you want to get off, I’ll go in the other room, think of another girl and take care of my own business, and you can do whatever you need—”

  Juno smacked David across the face. “Isn’t it killing you? Why aren’t you naked and fucking me yet? Is this fun for you? Seeing me like this? Do you want me to beg for it, you fuckin’ bastard?” she asked, her breathing becoming more choppy by the second. “Look at your... Jesus.”

  He didn’t need to look, because he could feel how excited he was becoming as she pushed the back of the hand Cadence had chewed on against his nose. “But, then aren’t we both—?”

  “Just, please?” she begged. Wanting to undress him and put him inside her, but both of her hands too busy making sure she remained drowning in Cadence’s natural perfume. “It’ll be a two person three-way. I don’t care. I’m sorry if I upset you before. You can pretend I’m your teenage crush. Or you can pretend I’m Cadence. You can call me both of their names while you fuck me. I’ll stop calling you Mr. Strange. Just, for God’s sake, fuck me. Okay?”

  David’s
face flushed a deeper shade of red as he sniffed the back of his hand again. Not wanting to give in to having sex with the one woman on the planet he’d thought he loved before they quit using. The one woman who had already torn his heart to shreds and laughed at his suffering. The one woman in the world he knew didn’t have any real interest in a relationship. But growing so intensely aroused his mind couldn’t think about anything else.

  “Come on. How much more do I have to humiliate myself before you’ll just fuck the shit out of me, you mother fucker?”

  “Look.” He started to breathe heavier. “I’m trying to let you go, like you want. You can’t stand me. This isn’t—” Juno smacked him in the face again, even harder, and began undressing him quickly as he continued to sniff the back of his hand. “This isn’t right. And—”

  “Shut the fuck up, Davey. Start pretending you’re homeless again and that red-headed monstrosity of a dream girl is taking you to heaven, because this shit is happening whether you like it or not.” The phone began ringing and David’s head turned toward the kitchen, only to be rocked by another blistering smack across the face. “Forget about Ricky and Paulie. Fuck them. I mean fuck me. Now.”

  Juno wrapped her arms around David, pulled him to the floor on top of her, spread her legs and they joined together as the phone continued to ring. She made sure they both remained intoxicated, and he just made sure he didn’t collapse and crush her. Their bodies made love to each other furiously and violently. As if they weren’t in control of their own actions. Taking each other without exerting any effort, as overwhelming pleasure controlled their every incredibly fluid and intensely passionate movement.

  When she’d orgasmed more times, in more ways, than she could ever recall, and he’d released inside her, they still writhed on the floor. Their bodies continuing to love each other, beyond their own endurance. Driving them to continue to pleasure each other, as they floated in Cadence’s scent, until Juno dropped from exhaustion and her hands flopped to her sides.

  David continued to love her limp body as he dropped to one elbow to keep his hand to his nose. She watched him with wonder as he remained erect and continued to pleasure her for longer than she ever imagined possible, with a fervour she could no longer match. Ejaculating again. Then nearly again. Staying hard. Ravaging her long after she’d passed out and her body went limp, before he collapsed.

  He fell asleep, exhausted, on top of her moments after. Both of them lay unconscious, looking completely wasted. Muscles loose, faces pale, eyes rolled back, twitching under their lids, and their expressions vacant. As if no life remained in their bodies.

  Richard woke to the sound of the phone ringing next to his bed. Looking at the clock, he noted the time was 2:47.

  “Paulie?” he asked as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

  “Who?” the voice on the other end asked. “Want to try again?”

  “Who the fuck is this?” Richard sat up and kicked his sheets to the side. “Do you know what time it is?”

  “Do you? Why would that matter? You’re asking the wrong questions,” the voice replied. “Ask the right ones instead. You’ll get much more helpful answers that way.”

  “All right. I’m hanging up. If this is one of you neighbourhood kids, I’m going to fix your clock. You better pray I never—”

  “Who would I pray to? Jesus fuck, you’re annoying. Want to try again, or do I have to tell you?”

  Richard waited with bated breath. Not sure what was going on. Not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Who... is this?”

  “Are you listening, Ricky?”

  “Yes.”

  The voice paused for a moment and, as Richard was about to add a little extra, It continued. “Yes? Good. This is Matthew.”

  “Matt? I don’t know any Matt.”

  “You know my nephew well enough, though, don’t you?”

  “Is this Davey? What the fuck is your mother fuckin’—?”

  “Are you ever not pitching a macho fit? It gets boring after a while. The opposite of your intention, I assume. But, back on point, you... couldn’t keep your mouth shut about that diseased whore girlfriend of his, could you? And now I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do.”

  “What the fuck is your problem, Davey?” Richard asked, starting to bead cold sweat.

  “Do I have a problem? And one last thing.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you have Prince Albert in a can?”

  “What?”

  “No sense of humour either? Jesus, forget it. Here’s the deal. You have seven hours, twenty four minutes and twenty five seconds to forget my favourite monkey and the fleshy bag of lethal germs he won’t let go. If you don’t, I’ll be visiting you within seven days. And when I’m done, you’ll be left wanting. At best.”

  The phone went dead.

  Richard hung the phone up on his end and immediately began dialling Paul. Then he thought better of it and hung up the phone for good.

  Clutching his chest and catching his breath, he laid back in bed and closed his eyes. Though he still didn’t believe David’s uncle existed, that voice didn’t sound human. Or faked. That voice reminded him of the things hiding in the dark, or in his closet, when he was younger. And there was no way David knew about that part of his life.

  Still, he let it go. The rational explanation that David was messing with his head when he knew he’d be half out of it, though incorrect, helped him fall fast asleep. Faster than he’d ever fallen before.

  And when he woke an hour or so later and automatically looked at his phone, he had no idea why. Just a nagging sensation that something wasn’t right. And remembering something about David’s fictional uncle.

  A single thought in his head: What’s that shadow in the corner?

  David woke to the sound of the kitchen phone ringing, and he rose to answer it. Juno still lay naked and unconscious on the floor. Neither of them had made it into bed the previous night. Dressing himself quickly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he moved slowly into the kitchen. Every muscle in his body ached. Each step he took required effort, and thought. As if he were learning how to walk again. Like an infant.

  When he made it to the kitchen, the phone was no longer ringing, and he noted the stove’s clock showed it was just turning seven in the morning. Sunday, he assumed, although he felt as if he’d been sleeping for days. And, as he looked back into the bedroom, a feeling of guilt swept over him. How had he let Juno take advantage of him? Or had he taken advantage of her? Nothing made sense. She’d written him off and he’d just begun to accept it. Casual sex was all well and good, but he’d have to talk to her about it when she came to later. They were either together or they weren’t. Staying sober was enough of a struggle without having to deal with emotional whiplash. And, though he might not have wanted to admit it before, Juno was right. They were better off apart, and the previous night’s activity only made things between them more complicated. Perhaps not for her, but definitely for him. Their clean break had gotten messy again.

  The phone began ringing once more, snapping him out of his daze. He picked up the receiver.

  “Hello,” he said. Wishing desperately they had more furniture. But the house was still as empty as it had been when they’d arrived. He sat himself on the counter. “To whom am I speaking?”

  “It’s your mother.” Richard sounded amused. “Who the fuck do you think it is? I’m calling you back from last night.”

  “Oh hey, Ricky. What’s up?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I should be asking you. ‘To whom am I speaking’? Really? Has country living changed you that much, that fast? You sound like old money. And your prank calls aren’t helping your case any.”

  “Look, man. What the fuck do you want?” David yawned.

  Richard sounded irritated. “What do I want? Do you not remember our conversation yesterday? You know what I want. I want you to tell me where you’re going to meet us. I want you to save us the trouble of having to come out there and
get our tape. I want you to do the right thing. So you and your precious little cum dumpster of a—”

  David hung up the phone. Beginning to come around. The memories of the previous evening were starting to return to him, but they were jumbled, confused. All he could remember was a simple cook-out that culminated in wildly depraved, uninhibited sex, the likes of which he’d never experienced before.

  The phone rang again. He picked it up immediately.

  “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Richard asked.

  “I told you. No more trash talking Junie. You can say whatever you want about me or that fat fuck Paulie, but lay off Junie.”

  “Yeah, okay.” Richard’s end of the line sounded muffled as he said something to someone. Something about finishing something. The sooner the better. Then he resumed speaking. “Okay, no more trash talking Junie. Got it. But here’s the thing, Davey. I need to know this now. What’s your answer? Are you going to arrange to meet with us? Bring us our tape? Or are we going to have to come visit?”

  “You can’t come by today,” David said. “The place isn’t ready for company. We still need to go out shopping and decorate. We won’t be ready for guests for a week. Maybe longer.” Though the words kept pouring out of David’s mouth, they didn’t make any sense to him at all. In the back of his mind, he knew Richard meant to have Paul’s goons come out and execute him and Juno. Yet all he could go on about were the sparse furnishings in their new home.

  “So this is a fuckin’ joke?” Richard asked. “That’s how you want to play it? Keep me up all night and fuck with me all day?”

  “No. I just... Look. I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule sucking Paulie’s cock to give us a call, but I told you we’re not going to do anything with the tape. We’ll burn it. There’s no need for you to come and get it. There’s no need for us to bring it to you. If Franky comes out to get it, it’ll be gone. Simple. Everyone can relax and enjoy their Sunday. Chill.”