Chapter 42: Mack

Claire kicked open the door and charged through it holding her gun level, ready to shoot, stopping dead in her tracks as she cased the room for her target. Her eyes met mine, and her jaw dropped open. She froze, seeing me on the bed, naked, nestled between Ellie's legs. I cursed loudly, shifted my position and picked up my boxers off the floor, covering my rapidly shrinking dick.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are you okay, Mack?" Claire asked, lowering the gun, shaking her head in disbelief. She looked over at Ellie, who was handcuffed to the bed, flushed red, looking mortified and probably equally as shocked as I was. I quickly covered her naked body and moved to release her, thinking of how I was going to get the hell out of this clusterfuck.