Nasty Little F___ers-Kindle by David McAfee Read Free Book Online

should be.
    He took another deep breath, inhaling the scent of Janice’s panties, allowing the fabric to brush his cheeks. Just like a lover’s touch. He ran his tongue up and down the inside of the crotch, tasting where she had been and imagining what it would feel like to put his face between her legs. Would she be soft? Wet? Would she smell like lilacs? How long would it take her to come?
    Moretz shuddered at the image, then reached down and began to stoke himself for the second time that day. He kept one hand on his shaft and the other on the panties, holding them under his nose and breathing deep as he stroked faster and faster.

Chapter Five

    Bock was supposed to wake him up two hours before sunrise so he could take another shift, but the next morning when Colby woke up, the biologist was nowhere to be seen. Colby glanced at his watch. 6:15 AM. Almost an hour past sunrise. He stepped out of the tent and checked the big rock where Bock pulled guard duty, then checked behind the tent. Finding nothing, he checked inside the tent to make sure Bock hadn’t snuck in last night and gone to sleep when he was supposed to be taking watch. In his hurry to get out of the tent, he could have missed him lying there. Unlikely, but not impossible. Yet there was no sign of him anywhere.
    “Bock!” he yelled. “Bock, you there?”
    “Yeah,” Bock’s voice came from the trees to the right. “Just had to take a leak.”
    “You could have said something.”
    “Sheesh, cut the umbilical, would you?”
    “That’s not funny.”
    Bock stepped through the brush and into the small clearing, zipping as he went. “I know, sorry. I’m just tired.”
    “Why didn’t you wake me for my shift?”
    Bock looked at his shoes, and didn’t answer right away.
    “You fell asleep, didn’t you?” Colby asked.
    Bock nodded.
    “Damn it, what if Harper came back while you were out cold? Or worse, Jared?”
    “I couldn’t help it. I was tired.”
    “Shit.” Colby looked around the clearing. There wasn’t a grub in sight. In the firepit, some of the coals still glowed in the early morning light. “We were damn lucky. At least the fire didn’t go completely out.”
    He looked back to the spot where Jared died, then out in the direction where Harper went to pee. Both gone, now. Men under his protection. One dead, the other…who knows? Colby looked at his boots, which still held bits of dried bug guts. His mind went back to Kuwait, to another time when he failed to protect people who counted on him. The constricting pain in his chest, which had mostly left him alone for the last five years or so, was back, and all too familiar. Two men gone, now. Not just one. God damn it, Anzer was going to shit a brick.
    “Fuck him,” Colby said.
    “Fuck who?” Bock asked.
    Colby looked up, surprised to realize he’d spoken aloud. “Nothing. Let’s just get back to the others.”
    “We’re not going to look for Harper?”
    “You can look for him if you want, but I’m getting the hell out of here.” He started packing up the camp, wanting to move out as soon as possible.
    “What about breakfast?” Bock asked.
    Colby started to tell him where to stick breakfast, but a rumble from his belly reminded him that he hadn’t eaten yet, either. Not good. The first order of survival is sustenance. “All right,” he said. “Let’s have a quick bite and then get going.”
    Bock nodded and sat in front of the fire. When he turned toward the fire and started poking the coals, Colby noticed something moving around on the man’s neck. He leaned over to get a better look and swore under his breath. A fucking grub!
    “Hang on, Bock,” he said.
    “What? What is it?”
    Colby reached over and plucked the thing from Bock’s neck. Like before, it took a small piece of flesh with it.
    “Hey,” Bock said. “What the hell was that?”
    Colby showed him the grub, then squished it between his fingers. “This thing was chewing on your neck.”
    Bock