Nauti Boy
Page 6“Were there any rapes after Kelly?” He asked.
“Nothing with the same M.O.” Dawg shook his head. “It’s like the son of a bitch just disappeared. I’m hoping he did.”
“Ray keeps us up-to-date on Kelly though,” Natches sighed. “And we take turns being here at the marina when she’s working. She’s retreated so far into herself that sometimes I’ve wondered if we could find the girl she used to be. The closest I’ve seen was when you had her backed into the counter this afternoon.” Natches’s lips twitched at the memory. “She looked real comfortable there, Rowdy.”
“Asshole,” Rowdy grunted.
Rowdy stared at the other two men as he wiped his hand over his face and considered the situation for long moments.
“He’s not gone,” he finally sighed. “I want to believe he is, I really do. But I can feel it. He’s waiting.”
“Are you two free?” He looked at them and knew they would be, whatever it took. “We’re free. We made sure of it.” Natches nodded firmly. “How do you want to play it?”
“I need one of you watching our back whenever we’re away from the house. I can feel that bastard watching her. I felt it today when she was on the boat, like a damned itch just under my skin.”
Dawg frowned at that. “There’s been no sign of him, Rowdy. We’ve been watching her every second that we’ve been able to. No phone calls, no strange accidents. Nothing.”
Rowdy clenched his jaw at Dawg’s argument.
“Rowdy’s right,” Natches muttered over the music. “I’ve felt it all evening, especially since we came up here. That’s a feeling you never forget, Dawg. I’ve had a bead on me in the service enough times to know the feeling.”
“Hell, and here I was hoping it was just my overactive imagination,” Dawg grunted. “But if he’s watching, it’s the first time he’s watched close. I’ve only had the willies once or twice since all this hit the fan.”
The willies. It was the perfect description for that odd, warning tingle at the back of the neck, the knowledge that something, or someone, intended to take your head off if they had the right chance.
“Dawg and I made sure we were both fairly free this summer,” Natches stated. “We’re staying on the boats. We’ll watch for unusual movement or watchers. We haven’t seen anything so far, but with crazies like this, who the hell knows what set them off.”
“I’ve been thinking,” Dawg said, his voice graveled, suspicious, “whoever he is, he has to know her. Kelly’s not a creature of habit. She’s impulsive, unpredictable, and never where you expect her to be. He knew she would be home. He knew she liked to crack her window at night. You can’t tell it’s cracked from the street. He had to have known.”
“He studies his women,” Natches said. “Gets to know them somehow. We’ve been talking about this.” He nodded to the others. “Playing it out. I think he’s local.”
“Why?”
“The rapes are in a four-county radius around Somerset. Until Kelly, Somerset hadn’t been hit. She fits the profile of the other girls, though. The others he’ll call every now and then from what the detectives on the case told me, and ask if they’re being ‘good girls,’ but he hasn’t called Kelly. The only reason he wouldn’t call her, is because he’s close enough to watch her,” Natches pointed out.
“The guy lost it when he was interrupted. The others”—Dawg cleared his throat, fury flashing in his eyes—“he made them beg. First to live, and then for him. Kelly wouldn’t beg—”
“And he was interrupted—Shit!” Rowdy ran his hands over his head.
“But she’s still a ‘good girl,’” Natches pointed out. “When she stops being a good girl, what will he do?”
Rowdy felt his stomach pitch at the thought of that. This was why Ray was so pissed at his son’s return. Because he knew Rowdy had returned to claim Kelly, which was most likely the one thing guaranteed to push her stalker over the edge.
“The redneck code, cowboys,” Natches drawled. “You don’t fuck the good girls unless you mean it. He doesn’t rape them normally, he takes them anally. He’s not serious ’bout them. And he’s not going to ‘dirty’ a ‘good girl.’”
It was sickening, and the truly horrifying part was it all made sense. There were unwritten rules sometimes, a code, a way of dealing with women. Good girls versus “bad” girls and the rules of engagement. This rapist was twisting those rules. Perverting them in ways guaranteed to give a sane man nightmares. He was targeting good girls, or his perception of a good girl.
And Kelly gave the impression of the perfect good girl. But she was his naughty girl. He had seen it in her eyes eight years ago; he saw it there now. She wasn’t a fool, and she might very well be a virgin, but Rowdy knew that his naughty girl was in there, waiting for him. And he was going to claim her, love her, protect her.
No matter what it took.
“Rowdy, you start fooling with her and the bastard is going to come after her stronger,” Natches pointed out. “We can control it if we use it, control him and take him.”
Rowdy stared back at his friends. He heard the question in Dawg’s voice, the suspicion. He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the gas tank as he watched them. He ignored the tightening, low in his stomach, the vague disquiet he felt at the thought of sharing Kelly. Of allowing his cousins to touch her, to hold her. He had waited for six years, ever since she turned eighteen, for the chance to show her just how much pleasure he could give her when he took her to his bed. He refused to remember the arousal she inspired two years before that. You didn’t lust after babies, and sixteen-year-old, wide-eyed virgins were just that. Babies. But the minute she turned eighteen, he had known his days of freedom were numbered.
“I haven’t changed.” He stared back at them with an edge of humor, of determination, as he ignored the odd, unfamiliar tightening in his chest. “Have you?”
Snorts of wry amusement met his question.
“Yeah right, and pigs started flying over the lake when it happened.” Natches laughed. “We’ve been waiting on you, Rowdy, you know that. You think that little girl would have stayed unclaimed if any of us had changed over the years?”
They were unique, maybe. Sexual fulfillment and pleasure wasn’t a game. It was something they took seriously, something they worked at. They all cared for Kelly, in different degrees. She was Rowdy’s life. But the others, hell, they loved her too, and they always would.
Loving Kelly himself didn’t change that. He’d kill any other man who dared touch her, but he hoped, prayed, he wasn’t wrong about Kelly and the fact that her needs would mirror his own.
The need was an enigma, even to the three men. Maybe they were too close, left on their own too much as teenagers—who the hell knew. They didn’t question it, they didn’t fight it. If Kelly didn’t want it, then it was a no-go, but he had a feeling about Kelly. She was a little sex kitten waiting to purr, and they were ready to stroke her.
So why was he suddenly tensing at the thought of Dawg and Natches inspiring that pleasure, that need within her?
He nodded slowly. She was his; there was no contest there. He would fight any man for her, even a friend. But here, there was no need to fight. Dawg and Natches didn’t own her heart, Rowdy did. And the pleasure he knew the three of them could bring her outweighed the subtle warning shifting through his chest.
“Will she agree?” Dawg asked the hardest question to answer.
“Before the attack, I would have said yes.” Rowdy sighed roughly. “Now, who knows?” He shook his head before wiping his hand over his face in a gesture of frustration. “We’ll see. It will have to be her decision.”
They nodded in reply.
“We get her over the attack first, take care of the attacker, then see where we go from there,” Rowdy said. “She’s not ignorant of the rumors, she suspects what’s coming. But”—he swallowed tightly—“she’s going to be scared now. And for that alone, I’ll kill the bastard.”
Ray stepped into the bar the next evening, several hours after Rowdy called to say he wouldn’t be home for dinner after all, with the excuse that he had to take care of business. Ray feared that somehow Rowdy felt he couldn’t come home. And he wasn’t having that. That was Rowdy’s home, no matter what was going on, and he needed the boy to know that.
Ray hadn’t been in a bar in over ten years. Not since he started dating Maria. He had known her forever. She and her husband had been regulars at the marina, their boat docked close to the office. Hell, during their younger days, when pleasure had been all that mattered, he and James, Maria’s husband, had shared Maria at one time. Once, long ago, Maria should have belonged to him, but his own ignorance had been Ray’s downfall.
That was how Ray knew his son had come by his darker passions naturally, how he knew what awaited Kelly if she became his son’s lover. And yeah, he knew Rowdy would never hurt her, but he also had seen the horror the girl had been through. Kelly was a warm, vibrant girl, just as her mother was, with a capacity to love that would humble any man. The thought of Rowdy tarnishing that love with his games, as Ray had once tarnished Maria’s love for him, scared the hell out of him.
Ray’s first wife, Layne, had been an aloof woman. He’d cared for her though, loved her in a lot of ways, and the child they had together was a fine man. Ray knew that. But he was a man, in every sense of the word.
Ray stared around the smoky establishment, looking for the boy. Rowdy was sitting alone at a far corner, a beer bottle between his hands, his head lowered. The weight of the world was settled on his son’s shoulders, and Ray understood why. Rowdy came home expecting open arms and found a mess instead.
Ray stopped by the bar and purchased a bottle of Jack Daniels, snagged two glasses, and made his way across the room. It was time to talk man-to-man, with no shame. That called for an iron backbone. Or plenty of whisky.
He slammed the bottle on the table as Rowdy lifted his gaze. Deep green eyes spat with fury, blazing from a sun-darkened, roughly hewn face. Yep, the boy was pissed off, clear down to his bones, and Ray didn’t blame him.
He pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Some things just call for a good drunk,” he said heavily, uncapping the whisky and pouring two small glasses full. “Childbirth. Your son’s first date. Your daughter’s near rape.” His throat tightened with the pain as he tossed back the dark liquid and poured another shot of courage. “And when a man screws up because he feels helpless, and hurts the people he loves the most.”
He stared straight into Rowdy’s dark eyes, feeling his son’s pain as though it were his own.
Ray sighed. “I swore to her I wouldn’t tell you. And it’s weighed bad on me ever since. While she was all doped up on the pain medication, and hysterical, she told her mom about what happened at the airport with you before you left that last year. She loves you. Always has. We’ve known that.” He swallowed tightly. “And I knew how bad you wanted her.” He paused, glancing away for a long second before pulling his gaze back to his son’s. “I never told you how much pride I had in you when you walked away, did I?”