Read Hell Bent for Free Online

Ingrid’s face is gorgeous, but when did she get honey-bear brown eyes?
    Cam’s description does not do Susie justice. I am imagining her curvy body, squirming beneath me and fighting me at every turn to be on top. She will be like that, I just know it. I am seeing the way she opens her thighs and how she grins when she thinks she’s besting me. My memory is feeding me images of her like a silent movie. No sound? Why no sound? I realize then it’s because I can barely remember anything she had to say; I can only picture how she moves, smiles, teases, argues, and yes, even bends low so those full round breasts fight to breach the top of her dress. Jesus, but I want them in my hands!
    A nurse, no less. I’ll bet they have whole classes on how to touch you, how to soothe your muscles, and then even how to avoid arousing a man. If she knows that , she will know the opposite. I look down at my legs, splayed across the blankets, the heat making it even harder to sleep. She won’t mind the toe, not her, not the cream-puff. My erection is blocking the view of my toe. No, she won’t mind that either, I think with amusement and some level of pride.
    When is the wedding? A whole fucking month away? Well, let me correct that…unless I do something about it, it will be a whole no-fucking month. Don’t think I can take that. I want her now. I can’t get her body out of my mind.
    “Cam?”
    “Ehahew…” his voice is drugged with exhaustion, and I can imagine Milly is lying next to him. “Who is thish?”
    “Buddy, it’s Bryce. Sorry for the time, but it’s important.”
    There is a commotion on the other end, and I can hear a different, soft voice. Finally the sound of a door closing, and then I recognize a noise I definitely know to be Cam pissing in the toilet. He doesn’t disguise it, flushing with an exclamation point.
    “Bryce? What the hell, man? It’s the middle of the night!”
    “You were getting up to piss anyway,” I say in a mocking voice.
    “What? The hell I was. I was dead, man. I’m exhausted and I have to be up at oh-six-hundred. Father and Sabrina want to see me. What do you want?”
    “Her number.”
    “Who?”
    “The cream-puff.”
    “Who?” His voice is still sleepy, and I know he’s only half with me.
    “The cream-puff. Susie.”
    “Are you fuckin’ crazy? Do you know what time it is?”
    “Do you? The sooner you give it to me, the sooner you can crawl back in beside your woman. Give it up, Cam.”
    “I don’t even have it! Let me call you tomorrow…or today…or later…or whatever…”
    “Nope. I’ll keep callin’ until I get it. Ask your woman. She knows it by heart.”
    “Who?”
    “Don’t bullshit me, man. I know Milly is there, and if she’s not, she will know who is because I’ll go and tell her.”
    “All right, all right…fuck, man, she’s sound asleep.”
    “I don’t think so. Go see.” I hear more commotion and then a woman’s sleepy, yet somewhat irritated voice in the background.
    Eventually Cam is back on the line and mumbles a number. I write it on the palm of my hand with a black Bic I find on the floor. “Thanks, man. Hey, Cam?”
    “Yeah?” he’s still there.
    “Get to bed, man. You need to be up at oh-six-hundred.”
    “Fuck you!” come his well wishes as the line goes dead.
    I stare at Susie’s number. If I was hard before, I could drive nails now. This has to be done just right. I look around at the mess in the room. Somehow, I don’t want it like this. It has to be just so. I leap up and begin grabbing dirty clothes and stash them in the laundry chute next to the sink. I save back a pair of underwear and use it to dust the nightstand and the keyboard of my laptop.
    About then, I spot the background on my phone; Karen. How the hell did that get there? Bitch. Always prying in my business. I can’t stand women who take possession, like I got no god-damned sense at all. Well, Karen is history and cream-puff is about to be served.
    I delete