Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 120

Will

McKenzie fell asleep against my shoulder almost the second we were inside the van. Hank glared at me like I was the antichrist, and I had a feeling he might have heard a bit of what we did through the paper-thin walls of the motel.

Good.

Not that I really wanted him hearing it or anything like that, but I damn well wanted him to accept it was going to happen. And keep happening. My dick twitched just thinking about tonight. McKenzie was right. When it came to her, I was completely insatiable.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” Hank gritted out as I stroked McKenzie’s hair. My eyes were growing heavy but Hank’s muttering kept me from sleep. “Defiling that little girl,” he went on angrily.

I was, actually, rather proud of how many times I’d made McKenzie come last night, but I was getting very annoyed with Hank’s vitriol. And it wasn’t even 7:00 AM. “Wasn’t Hoot going to leave you at the motel?”

“Hoot was. Then Hoot decided it might break McKenzie’s little ol’ heart,” Hoot called from the front.

After our conversation the night before, I wasn’t so sure it would have broken McKenzie’s ‘little ol’ heart,’ but I imagined after a while it would have eaten at her. I sighed. “Listen, not that it’s any of your business, but I care about McKenzie very much. I don’t want either of you to ever worry about that.”

“What you’re doing is wrong.” Jeanie sniffled, and I was sure the wet rag was going to start crying again.

“Oh, stuff the attitude, Mom. You two have already lost three kids because of your little peanut minds. You want to lose your granddaughter, too?” Sam asked, turning around in the passenger seat to glare at his mother.

Hoot frowned at everyone. “Don’t make me pull this van over.”

He sounded so much like a dad giving kids a warning that I had to laugh.

“What’s so damn funny?” Hank demanded.

“We are. Arguing like your opinion is actually going to matter to me,” I said flatly.

Jeanie burst into tears.

“I know them big, fake crocodile tears’ve gotten you a lot of sympathy over the years, Jeanie,” Hoot grunted. “But you’re wastin’ ’em on me.”

“Me, too,” Sam and I said together.

“You’re all completely heartless and devoid of morals.” Hank growled and put an arm around Jeanie.

“Devoid. That’s a big word for you, Dad,” Sam said.

Hoot smacked him upside the back of the head. “Stop stirrin’ up trouble.”

Sam rubbed the back of his head. “Fine. Sorry.”

“Shouldn’t you be apologizing to me?” Hank asked.

“Don’t push your luck,” Hoot replied. “Now, I think Will’s plannin’ to take a nap, and if y’all ain’t got nothin’ pleasant to say, I suggest y’all do the same.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning my head on top of McKenzie’s. A good, long sleep would make the time go faster. I could already feel her tight, wet body sheathing my cock….

There was a loud bang, and McKenzie’s and my heads knocked together as the minivan began to fishtail.

“What happened?!” Sam asked while Hoot swore and fought with the steering wheel.

“I’m hopin’ just a flat tire,” Hoot grunted, managing to wrangle the van toward the right shoulder.

A second loud bang put paid to any illusion I might have had about it being an accident.

“Tarnation!” Hoot managed to bring the van to a stop, but I knew we had two tires out now and only one spare.

Not to mention whatever trouble might be on our tail now.

“Stay in the van. Keep your heads down.” Hoot drew his gun and stepped out of the vehicle.

“Will?” McKenzie asked anxiously as I ducked her head and mine down in the back seat.

“Something’s wrong,” I explained. “Let’s just do what Hoot says.”

I kept my head up just enough to see two cop cars pull up behind the minivan and the officers within drew weapons on Hoot.

“All right, old timer,” one of them said. “We just want the five you’re transporting. They’re wanted for—”

“Please do an old man the courtesy of not lyin’ to him. Y’all want the ransom,” Hoot responded, sounding bored. “And if y’all know who I am, y’all know I ain’t goin’ down without a fight.”

“Fair enough.” The officer who was speaking took aim.

The officer’s head exploded.

“FUCK!!!” the other officers yelled, taking cover behind their doors.

Hoot’s gun was still smoking when he shot through a door and killed another one. I had no idea what kind of bullets he was using, but that door might as well have been a Kraft Single for all the good it did stopping a bullet.

“I’ve got to help,” I whispered to McKenzie.

“Will, no!” she pleaded, gripping my arm. “You’ll get yourself killed!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to just sit tight.”

I looked up and found myself staring down the barrel of Sam’s gun. “Sam, what the fuck?!”

“How much is your ransom?” he asked, his gaze cold.

“Sam, we’re all family here,” Jeanie gasped. “What are you doing?!”

“Family? Don’t make me laugh. You’ve disowned everyone in this car, and I don’t even know those two in the back,” Sam snorted.

Hank, much to my complete and utter shock, put himself between Sam’s gun and me. “Sam, you put that down right now. We can discuss this like men.”

“Dead or alive, right?” Sam asked coldly.

I pressed my lips together, my hand slowly reaching behind me to the waistband of my pants.

“Sam! How can you even joke about shooting your f—!” Jeanie began.

Sam squeezed the trigger and blew a hole in Hank’s chest. The lifeless man crumpled and landed on Jeanie, who screamed.

“God I’m glad I don’t have to listen to that ass ever again.” Sam grinned, and it made him look like a maniac. Something had snapped in his brain.

“Hank! Hank!!!” Jeanie shrieked, shaking the dead body and just causing viscera to get everywhere. His eyes were completely unseeing. There was nothing any of us could do.

“I suppose they still need to be able to identify you, though, if I’m going to get the ransom,” Sam mused. “No matter. There’s still fingerprints.” He pointed his gun at Jeanie.

“Put it down!” I said, whipping my gun out and pointing it at Sam. “You stop this right now, Sam. I don’t know what broke in your brain in the last ten minutes, but—”

Jeanie kept screaming, drowning out some of my words. Sam just rolled his eyes and blew his mother’s head off.

I knew I couldn’t hesitate. I pulled the trigger…

… but nothing happened.

“Safety, Will. The safety’s still on,” Sam explained. He turned his gun on me. “Also, drop it.”

Fuck. I glowered at him and began lowering my weapon.

“No, no. Toss it up here.” Sam gestured with his free hand.

With a low growl, I tossed my gun to the front of the car.

“That’s better. Now, we can all be friends,” Sam said. “I don’t find you nearly as annoying as they were, so….”

While Sam’s attention was on me, McKenzie, pale and shaking, snapped her gun out and fired, getting Sam right in the face.

The explosion of blood and mystery meat against the windows was spectacular.

“Oh God.” McKenzie’s hand shook, still pointing the gun at where Sam used to be. “Oh my God….”

“What in the hell?! I leave y’all alone for five minutes…. Whoa, there, McKenzie. You need to put that down,” Hoot said, eyes widening as McKenzie’s gun swung his way when he poked his head back in the driver’s window.

“I shot him.” Her voice quavered. “I-I shot my uncle. I shot Uncle Sam!”

“And I can’t think of anyone more deservin’ after what it looks like he did to his parents,” Hoot replied. He carefully opened the driver’s door, telegraphing his movements slowly. “You give that gun to ol’ Hoot, okay?”

McKenzie shook, and I didn’t think she was really grasping the situation. For sure she didn’t even remember she had a gun in her hand.

“Honeybee,” I said softly, holding out a hand. “Just give me the gun. Give me the gun. Then I can hold you, okay?”

Her lower lip quivered. “You promise?”

“I promise,” I responded gently.

She slowly placed the gun in my hand, which I immediately passed to Hoot. I gathered her in my arms as Hoot put the safety back on and dumped it on the floor of the van.

“We’ve got to go,” he said regretfully. “Damn, this is some shitshow here.”

McKenzie sobbed into my shoulder. “I killed Uncle Sam.”

“I know, but you saved my life,” I told her, rubbing her back.

“We’ve got to go,” Hoot repeated more firmly. “When we get somewhere safe, y’all can do whatever you need to in order to get through this, but right now, we ain’t got time.”

I nodded and squeezed her arms. “Honeybee, we’re not safe here. We need to go with Hoot,” I said.

She didn’t seem to be able to process that for a minute, but then nodded. “Okay. Okay, let’s go with Hoot.”

I pushed the middle bench forward so we could go out the less bloody side of the van and kept an arm around McKenzie while ushering her out of the vehicle.

Hoot grabbed both of us by the arm and tugged us toward the police cruisers.

“We’re not seriously going to—?” I gaped.

“We ain’t walkin’,” he responded. “Get in the back. I’ll get us somewhere we can switch cars.”

I gently pushed McKenzie into the back of the squad car and slid in next to her. I could tell she didn’t like the trapped feeling of the police cage being there and, frankly, neither did I. But I put my arms around her and whispered reassuring things I wasn’t even tracking to calm her down.

Hoot got behind the wheel and pulled out into traffic, and we were off.

She snuggled into me, gripping my sweater for dear life. “I shot my uncle.”

“Yes, honeybee. You did. But he was going to kill both of us,” I said quietly, rubbing her as though trying to warm her up. She was shivering. “He killed your grandparents right in front of us. He wasn’t going to have any problems killing us, too.”

“I shot him,” she whispered again.

I looked up at Hoot, who was concentrating on driving like a bat out of hell. Still, he spared me one tight-lipped glance in the rearview mirror. He didn’t know what to do, either.

I tipped her tear-streaked face up and kissed her, pulling her into my lap. “It’s going to be okay,” I promised her. “Because I am going to make it okay.”

“This is never going to be okay!” she all but wailed but clung to me just the same. “I… they… Uncle Sam… my grandparents….”

“Honeybee,” I said in my most serious tone. “I’m going to make it okay.”

McKenzie looked me in the eyes, and hers finally focused. She curled into me and buried her face in my neck. “Okay,” she agreed trustingly.

I relaxed, and so did Hoot.

We sped down the highway, putting more and more distance between her dead family and us with every passing second. Exhaustion finally overtook her, which was a good thing, and she fell asleep in my arms.

“How you plannin’ on makin’ it okay?” Hoot asked quietly from the driver’s seat, his eyes glued to the road as we weaved in and out of traffic.

“I don’t know yet. But I’m going to do something,” I said.