Chapter Sixty-Three

Havermouth, Five Years Before

“We were arguing,” Aislen explained to the policewoman, watching as the police secured the site for the forensic team coming from Rideten. Cameron was down the road nearer to the police car, talking to a policeman. The sun caught his hair, the bright copper tones standing out more than normal against the greenery. His face was pale and serious as he spoke. “And I stopped, because…”

“Taylor’s Road leads to the lookout,” the woman smiled with understanding. “About the only traffic on this road is teens going to park and make out.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Aislen blushed. “We were going to do that, but then we got into a fight. We fight a lot. He can be a real dick, you know?”

“I know,” the policewoman nodded with the unified empathy of women-kind.

“So, I think I told him that I wasn’t going to keep driving there, or maybe he told me to stop driving there, I can’t remember. We were still arguing when we got out of the car… And then he said to call the police as there was a body on the side of the road. I thought that he was joking at first, they…” Aislen caught herself. “He likes to… joke around, and he wouldn’t let me see…”

“That was kind of him,” the policewoman replied. “It’s not something that you needed to see.”

“What happened?” Aislen asked as a whisper. They had kept her to the side, so that she could not see, but shock had demolished the bubbles and she got flashes of a plastic wrapped object lying in the leaf debris. “To whoever it was?”

“We will find out,” the policewoman replied. “Keep going. Once we have your statement, you and your boyfriend can go.”

“Okay,” Aislen tried to recall where she had been in her story. “We were fighting, I pulled over, he told me that he would drive, we started to swap seats, he said to call the police, I didn’t believe him, so he called, whilst keeping me on the driver’s side of the car because he didn’t want me to see. I started to believe him then, I guess. We waited at the side of the car until you all arrived.”

They had wrapped their arms around each other whilst Cameron had called Heath. It had taken a while to get a hold of him, as Heath and Rhett had been fucking, and Cameron had gotten frustrated, his heart racing in his chest. Aislen had shared his relief when Heath had answered, and envied him the comfort that he got from speaking to his lover.

Heath and Rhett had come to meet them but had been stopped down the road by the police.

“Cameron called Heath,” she told the policewoman. “They’re waiting down the road for us.”

“Yes, I know. Anything else happen?”

“No,” Aislen shook her head. “You all arrived.”

“Alright, just check your contact details for me, thirty-six Wilson Road, Havermouth, is your address? And this is your phone number?”

“Yes.”

Cameron was walking back towards them. “We can go,” he said to Aislen, taking her hand. “Can’t we?” He asked the policewoman.

“Yes, just drive up the road a bit, turn there, and come back by slowly.”

“Go round the front of the car, Aislen,” Cameron told her, releasing her hand. “And don’t look.”

Aislen followed his instructions, to a limit, flicking a sideways glance at the focus of the scene. It was small, she thought. The body was small. A child. She was crying as she slid into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her.

Cameron reached over and touched her hand. “I told you not to look,” he said softly.

“It’s a child,” she said.

“Yeah.” He started the Ute and drove down the road, turning a U-bolt where the road was wider, before driving slowly back down until they reached the police roadblock where Rhett’s car was parked. “Hop into Rhett’s car. Heath will drive for me.”

They both got out of the Ute, and Cameron gave Heath the keys. Neither of them spoke as they got back into the Ute, mainly, she thought, because of the police manning the roadblock.

Rhett was waiting in the driver’s seat of his car.

“Alright?” He asked her, reaching out to turn down the volume of his music.

“I guess,” she replied.

“I’m really, really sorry,” Rhett’s voice was quiet. “Just fucking bad luck for you guys. What are the chances that you would pull over right near a body like that?”

“I know,” she nodded numbly. “That’s what the police said, too. They were suspicious at first, but eventually realized it was just really bad luck.”

“Or good luck,” Rhett suggested. “Who knows how long it might have been there, otherwise. Or how long it has been there?”

“Hopefully, the police will find out what happened,” Aislen leaned her forehead against the window glass with a sigh. “It’s just so sad.” They pulled up at the river house behind the Ute and watched as Heath put his arm around Cameron’s shoulders, leading him inside. “Cameron’s very upset.”

“Yeah,” Rhett nodded. “Come on, let’s take the groceries in.” They retrieved the cooler box from the back seat of the Ute and carried it between them into the house. He led the way down to the bedroom, and they found Heath and Cameron undressing as they kissed.

Rhett set the cooler box down. “Get naked then,” he said to Aislen.

She hesitated. “I’m not really…”

“Not in the mood?” Rhett finished for her. “Okay, we can just lie together,” he took her hand and led her to the mattress. “And watch them fuck.” He pulled her down with him, and wrapped his arm around her, facing towards where Heath and Cameron were naked and entangled.

It was nice to lie with Rhett’s body warm against her back and his arm heavy over her, even though she knew from his thoughts that he was using it as a way to get her to have sex, hoping that watching Heath and Cameron would turn her on enough for her to want to participate. As Cameron had said, no wasn’t an answer that the Triquetra accepted, but Rhett was subtler about how he got her to give in to them.

“I always find it very sexy that Cameron’s pubic hair is red,” Rhett murmured, continuing his agenda. “Most people are dark, even blondes often are dark downstairs.”

How many people had he seen naked? she wondered.

“It’s sort of exotic to see his cock jutting out from all those red curls,” he continued, and she could feel the press of his cock against her. His hand stroked up to cup her breast, stroking the nipple into hardness through her top and bra. “We could lie here naked,” he breathed into her ear.

Heath was under Cameron, his legs spread, and she could see the flex of Cameron’s arse as he thrusted against him, their cocks trapped between their bodies. Rhett’s ploy was working, she admitted to herself, watching all that muscle and skin grinding had her heart pounding and heat building between her legs.

When Rhett opened her jeans and slid his hand inside of her underwear, she didn’t stop him. “Cameron’s going to fuck him missionary,” Rhett whispered. “He likes to hold your eyes as he does it. It’s his favourite position.”

Cameron turned his head to look at them. “I promised I’d suck her clit,” he told Rhett. “You’d better do it for me. Make her come whilst she watches me fuck Heath.”