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

stared at the flatted grub. “Weird,” he said. “I didn’t feel a thing. They must have some sort of anesthetic properties in their saliva.”
    “Must have.” At the time, it didn’t occur to Colby that one of those same grubs had bitten him the night before, and he certainly felt it. It hurt! Just one more little detail he probably shouldn’t have missed.
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    Janice crawled out of her tent, her bladder screaming. The travel clock next to her pillow read 5:45 AM. She’d just woken from a dream in which she and Colby were running for their lives, but she hadn’t known from what. All she could tell was in the dream, Colby’s bare chest looked huge and strong, like two steel plates over a washboard.
    Even in my dreams, that man is hot , she thought, smiling.
    She walked to the temporary “bathroom,” which wasn’t much more than a Porta-Potty, in a bit of a hurry. Her need to pee had reached an almost painful level, and by the time she got in, slammed the door, and sat down she thought she would piss in her pants.
    Now that’s sexy , she thought. Nothing like coming home to a woman with piss in her pants. At least she made it out of the tent. They didn’t have the equipment to wash the sleeping bags out here, so she’d have had to either live with the smell of her own urine or drag the thing out to the stream and wash it by hand, which would of course have required some explaining.
    Yeah, guys...I peed the bed. Oh, that would go over well. Edison would never let her forget it.
    She finished her business and opened the door to the potty. A dark figure stood in the doorway, looming over the entrance. Janice took in a breath, ready to scream, when the figure shifted and she saw it was Moretz. She let the breath out in one long, relieved sigh. Then she stomped forward and put her face right in front of his.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Moretz? You scared the shit out of mppph!”
    Her tirade was interrupted by Moretz’s lips as they pressed against her own. For a moment her mind went blank. What was going on? Was Moretz really sticking his tongue in her mouth? Then she felt his hand on her breast and it snapped her out of her stupor. She slapped his hand away and pulled back.
    “What the hell? What are you doing?”
    “Shhhh,” he said. “It’s all right. The others are still asleep. It’s just you and me, there’s no need to pretend anymore.” He approached her again, reaching for her waist.
    She stepped back. “Listen, Moretz, I don’t know what the hell you’re on, but you need to back off.”
    Moretz smiled. “Oh, I get it. You like the game. Okay, then. If you insist.” he approached again, this time much faster, and she was not able to twist aside in time. Moretz wrapped his arms around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides, and started to kiss her neck.
    “Moretz,” Janice said. “This isn’t funny.” She struggled to break free, but he held on like a demon.
    “Shhhhh,” he replied, and kissed her throat again. “You don’t want to wake the others.”
    “I’m warning you, Moretz.”
    “It’s okay, Janice. I know you want me.” He ran his tongue along the nape of her neck. “I want you, too. But we’ll play any game you want.” He nibbled her earlobe.
    That does it . She brought her knee up, hard into Moretz’s groin.
    His grip tightened for a split second, then went slack. She shoved away from him, breaking his hold on her and stepping away, her leg ready for another shot if he came at her again. She needn’t have worried. Moretz didn’t come after her.
    Groaning, his eyes clenched shut, Moretz slid to his knees, then toppled sideways into the dirt. His hands clutched his groin, and the veins on his neck stood out in sharp relief. He moaned and she thought she saw tears squeezing out of his eyes.
    “That’s what you get,” she said. “Next time I say stop, you better fucking stop, asshole.” She stepped over him, giving him an extra kick in