by Madison Faye
Oliver pushes into me, and I scream my pleasure into his mouth. His huge, fat cock sinks into me—inch after big, thick inch driving deeper and deeper, stretching me wide. My breath catches, and my nails rake down his back until suddenly I’ve got all of him inside of me.
His lips find mine, and I kiss him hungrily as he starts to slide out. His big hands cup my ass, pulling me back into him as he drives forward. His cock drives in deep, making me squeal as I cling to him and kiss him with everything I have. Our bodies rock, grinding and slamming together as we start to move faster. His skin on mine sends me reeling, and his hands on me push me screaming towards that edge.
I grip his hips as I kiss him, pulling him into me, letting him know how hard I want it. And Oliver hears me loud and clear.
“You want more, don’t you,” he growls. “You want this big dick hard and rough, do you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, panting into his mouth. “I want it—oh shit!”
He grunts and drives all the way to the hilt with one stroke, sending heat exploding through me as my breath catches. He growls savagely, kissing me hungrily as we start to move faster and faster, until we’re straight up fucking.
It’s primal, and savage—like he’s breeding me, or mating me. Like he’s claiming me, and rutting into me like fucking animal. I cling to this gorgeous, rough, tattooed man, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cries of pleasure as he fucks me like I’ve never once had before.
The countertop shakes with the force of our fucking, and boxes tumble to the ground as he pounds into me. It’s hot as hell in the small, dark storage room, and sweat drips down my skin and his. We slide together, clawing and panting and hungering for each other as the cliff rushes up to meet us.
His thick, rock-hard cock drives into me over and over, teasing my clit with every thrust and hitting me in places I’ve never felt before with anyone but him. The heat of it all begins to burn through me hotter and hotter, searing me until I’m losing my fucking mind. My teeth sink into his neck, and Oliver hisses as he just starts to pound me with reckless abandon.
And that does it.
I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin, my knees as tight as I can on his grooved hips, and my scream bellowing into his neck as I just lose it. The orgasm thunders through me, and I shatter for him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as my eyes squeeze shut. The orgasm just keeps going, tripping from one climax into another as he fucks and fills me over and over. And then suddenly, he growls savagely and slides every inch of his fat cock deep inside of me, and when his hands tighten on me, I feel it.
His cock throbs and pulses deep inside, and I moan as the hot, sticky jets of his cum burst into me. Rope after rope of him splashes deep inside of me, filling me up as my arms and legs and mouth clamp down on him hard.
Slowly, both of us panting, I can feel our muscles relaxing. Oliver groans, pulling back and kissing his way up my neck, over my jawline, and over to my gasping lips.
“What do you do to me, Delphine?” he purrs, growling as his muscles clench and twitch against me.
“What do I do to you?” I whisper.
“Lose control,” he growls. He pulls back, his eyes blazing with heat as they sear into mine. “You make me lose all control.”
He kisses me softly, but then it grows harder, and hotter, and more insistent, until I’m moaning into his lips. Slowly, he pulls back, and I blush as I slide off the countertop and reach down for the panties that are dangling off one of my feet. I pull them up, and gasp softly as I pull them tight and feel his hot cum already soaking into them.
Oliver dresses too, until we’re both clothed, if not bedraggled looking.
“Who’s going first?”
He grins. “You. I’ll come back around another way to avoid suspicion.”
I frown, looking down. “I hate this.”
“Exactly what every man wants to hear after.”
I giggle, sliding into his arms and leaning up to kiss him.
“No, not that…” I frown and shake my head. “Definitely not that. I mean I hate this whole sneaking around thing, like we’re having an affair.”
“We’re not, though.”
“No, but we still have to sneak around,” I pout.
“Because of Barnes.”
I nod.
“Well that’s easy, I’ll just kill him.”
My eyes snap up to his, and he laughs. “I’m joking, beautiful.”
I rake my teeth over my lip before I sink into him again. “Can’t we just stay like this, right here?”
He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of my head, and I sigh.
“Alright, I’ll go first. I’ll say I was having stomach trouble.”
I pull back and look up into his eyes, and I gasp as he leans down to kiss me slow and deep, until my toes are tingling. He pulls away, and I swallow, my heart racing.
“Where the hell did you come from, Oliver Gauge?”
“Shoreditch, London. You?”
I giggle, rolling my eyes. “You were the class clown in school, weren’t you?”
He chuckles. “Guilty.”
I swallow, losing myself in his eyes. “Alright, I’m going.”
I start to move past him for the door, but his hand shoots out to grip my wrist.
“When am I seeing you again?”
I blush, my heart racing.
“Anytime you can steal me away.”
“Good. Done.”
I turn to look at him, and he moves in to kiss me once more, this time leaving me panting and breathless when he moves away. He reaches past me and opens the door to the storage room, and with a final look into his eyes, I step out.
I head back down the hall, my pulse racing as I will my blushing face away and my heart rate back to something resembling normal. I step back into the main garage just as Ryker, the bearded shop owner, is wiping something clean under the hood of Bryce’s Escalade. He turns when he hears me, and I swear he gives me the faintest, most subtle grin before he turns away.
Barnes looks up from his phone, leaning against the wall, and frowns.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you fall in?”
Class. Class up the ass.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “Stomach was bothering me.”
“Fuck, it’s not that time of the month again, is it?” Barnes whines. As if that has anything to do with or affects him in any conceivable way.
I ignore him and clear my throat. “Sorry.”
Just then, probably way too close to my own return, Oliver comes strolling through the garage doors from around the corner of the building. Ryker frowns, closing the hood to the Escalade loudly, and Oliver stops in surprise.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Finishing up,” Ryker growls thinly.
Oliver’s face reddens slightly, and his jaw grinds.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Ryker rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, you disappeared for twenty-five minutes. I thought you’d gone out for cigarettes and were never coming home,” he mutters dryly.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Or change oil, apparently,” Ryker grunts back. But I can see the faint hint of a grin on his face as he sighs and shakes his head at Oliver.
“Sorry, had to go find some more oil.”
“You mean like that oil?” Ryker growls, nodding at a huge wall shelf full of bottles of motor oil.
“Yeah,” Oliver grunts. “Yeah, like those ones.”
“Alright, we done here?” Barnes snaps, still looking at his phone. Even I can see that he’s on Tinder, and I roll my eyes.
“With the oil change, yeah,” Ryker grunts. “I’m just going to get this thing on the jack so I can get to your wheels.”
Barnes shrugs and waves him off. “Nah, fuck it. This is taking longer than I thought it would and I’ve gotta get to a meeting.”
Right, a “meeting.” His poor, poor Tinder date.
“You sure?” Oliver clears his throat. �
��I can knock it out pretty—”
“I’m sure,” Barnes snaps, glaring at him. But he’d be doing a whole lot more than giving dirty looks if he knew what’d just happened, I know that much.
“Get in,” he barks at me. “I gotta drop you off back in Dark Water before I head out. Let’s move it, c’mon!” he snaps his fingers impatiently, and I watch Oliver’s jaw clench tight as his eyes narrow dangerously at Barnes. I can also see the way Ryker is taking this entire scene in, his look a mix of amusement and frowning concern.
“Um, thanks,” I murmur, blushing. Thanks? Thanks for the oil change?
But Oliver catches my eye, and he grins hungrily.
I get into the Escalade, Barnes revs the engine, and we roar off, my eyes glued to the tattooed man in the side mirror until he’s out of sight.
Chapter Ten
Delphine
“Motherfucker!”
I flinch as Barnes roars and hurls his bowl of cereal across the kitchen. The bowl shatters against the refrigerator, sending porcelain, milk, and Cheerios everywhere.
“What?” I snap, tensing.
“What?” he bellows. “What?!”
Barnes has been worse than usual since he got home last night. After dropping me off from our trip to the garage, he went straight back out, probably to his Tinder date. Hours later, he came to the house drunk, seething, and belligerent, which I’m guess means his limp dick stayed true to form. But of course, that’s somehow my fault, or at least grounds for bringing hell down on me.
This morning, it seems as though nothing’s changed.
Normally, I’d be petrified. Today though, I’m just annoyed. This morning, I just sip my coffee and roll my eyes at the childish outbursts of the man-child who thinks he owns me. And I think that probably has a whole lot to do with getting fucked silly by Oliver yesterday.
I grin into my coffee, letting my filthy little secret burn and smolder inside of me as Barnes rages around the kitchen.
“I fuckin’ hate regular Cheerios!” he screams. “Where the fuck are the Honey Nut ones?”
I roll my eyes. “I have no idea, Bryce.”
“Well what the fuck are you good for?”
I swivel my eyes to him, narrowing them before I look away. No, I refuse to let his bullshit bring me down today, not after yesterday.
“I have to go to work.”
Bryce is silent, and when I look back up at him, I shiver at the fury in his eyes. Oh shit, now what.
“How’s your fucking stomach,” he growls lowly.
I swallow. “Fine, thanks.”
“Seems like it was a big deal yesterday at the shop.”
I nod. “It was. It felt a lot better this morning.”
“I bet,” he growls.
He doesn’t say anything else, but something about his look chills me.
“You remember what would happen if you leave, right?”
The words hit me like a slap, and I shiver as I raise my eyes to him again. Bryce smiles thinly and wickedly.
“Just remember who you belong to, Delphine.”
His voice is cold, and it’s a sharp reminder that as much of a petulant man-child as he is, Bryce is also dangerous. Lethally so. It’s a reminder that as easy as it is to roll your eyes at him, it’s no accident that he’s found himself running this town above all other would-be crime lords.
“Have a good day at work,” he growls. He turns to storm out of the kitchen but pauses at the door. He glances back and scowls at the shattered bowl and spilled milk all over the fridge and the floor. Barnes fishes into his pocket and pulls out a little glass vile of white power. He taps a little bump of it onto the back of his hand and snorts it loudly as I sit still as stone in my chair.
“And clean this shit up first.”
He blows out through the door, leaving me cold and shivering.
An hour later, I pull my truck into the parking lot of the Rosebud Diner. I turn off the engine and pull out my cell phone, and I dial my grandmother’s number.
“Hi sweetie!”
I grin. God do I love this woman.
“Hey, Grams!”
“How’re you doing, my little elf?”
“Elf” still stands to this day as my all-time favorite nickname for Delphine, and I smile.
“I’m good, Grams, just about to head into work and wanted to call you.”
“Ooo, and how’s the Rosebud? Is Mathew still there making those lovely club sandwiches? With the bacon and the garlic mayonnaise?”
I smile. “I wish. Mathew moved back to Florida a few months ago. There’s a new guy working the grill, Jerry.”
“Does he make those same sandwiches?”
“He wishes.”
My grandmother snorts a laugh.
“Well, how’s everything else? Is that roommate of yours still being a bully?”
I love my grandmother dearly—I mean the woman basically raised me. But part of that love is protecting her—protecting her like staying under Barnes’s roof because of his threat against her. Another part of that protection is not telling her about my current situation. My Grams believes that I’m sharing an apartment in Dark Water Falls with “Breanna,” who’s a massive, controlling bitch.
…It’s not that far off from the real-life Bryce, to be honest.
“Oh, she’s fine, Grams. She’s just a perpetual grouch. If I stay out of her way, it’s fine.”
“What she needs is to get laid.”
I erupt in laughter, my face burning hot as I shake my head.
“Grams!”
“What? She does!” Grams huffs.
I shake my head, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye as my laughter tumbles out.
“Hey, Grams, you’re good, right?”
“I’m fine, honey.”
“Nothing strange going on? Nothing weird you’ve noticed…”
She pauses.
“Are you okay, Delphine?”
“Yeah!” I say brightly. “Yeah, of course! C’mon, you know I just worry about you.”
“Well, don’t. I’m fine, sweetie.” She clucks her tongue. “Well, there has been this gardening company parked outside the Robinson’s house up the street for a week now.”
I frown. “Is that concerning?”
“Only that I need to call Joyce and tell her to fire them. Joyce and Tom are visiting their son in Texas for the month, and that gardening crew hasn’t done a thing to their yard! It’s a damn mess over there, and they’ve been there for a week!”
My blood runs cold.
“Maybe get their license plate, just in case, Grams.”
She sighs. “Oh, sweetie, you’ve been reading too many books. I’m sure they’re just abusing the fact that Joyce and Tom aren’t home and that they’re getting paid to sit on their lazy butts all day. I’m sure a call to Joyce will get things moving. Anyways, did you say you were at work?”
I nod, my lips twisting. “About to go in.”
“Well, don’t be late, and see if you can start looking around for a new apartment! I’m telling you, just bring me around and I’ll smack some good manners into Breanna.” She snickers. “That or find her a good man to screw that attitude out of her.”
“Grams!” I balk, cringing as she howls in laughter. “Okay, I’m going now!”
“Have a good day, sweetie! And so great to hear from you!”
“Love you, Grams.”
I hang up and sink back into the driver’s seat. I sigh, glance at the time, and grumble as I step out of the truck and head into work.
“Hey girl.”
“Hey,” I grin at Scarlett as I step into the kitchen, tying my apron around my waist.
“No, Jerry. Jerry!” Scarlett sighs and glares through the pass at our short order cook.
“What,” he grumbles.
“This order says no tomatoes.”
Jerry grunts. “So take them off.”
Scarlett’s mouth tightens, and her cheeks blaze the same shade of red as her hair. “
Okay, you can read that the ticket says allergy, right? The guy is allergic to tomatoes. I can’t just pull them off.”
Jerry scowls. “That’s some bullshit. He probably just doesn’t like ‘em. Just peel ‘em off, he’ll be fine.”
I bite back a laugh and shake my head as Scarlett turns to give me a look, her mouth tight like she’s barely holding back. She takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose before she turns back to Jerry.
“Jerry!”
“Just pull them—!”
“You are the worst cook I’ve ever even fucking heard of.” She shoves the plate back through the pass and glares at him. “Make it the fuck again, and I swear to God, if my customer has a heart attack or seizure or whatever because you suck at your job, I’m going to shove tomatoes down your fucking throat until you shit ketchup.”
I cover my mouth with the crook of my arm to stifle the roar of laughter. Jerry glowers at my best friend, but he also looks flat out terrified that she might actually do that.
And honestly, she might. Dark Water Falls girls don’t fuck around.
“Fine,” he grunts, turning back to the grill.
“Thaaaanks, Jerry! You’re the best!” Scarlett coos in this ridiculously over the top fake sweet voice. She jabs a middle finger at Jerry’s back and turns to me, rolling her eyes. I giggle as she drags me out into the mostly empty diner so we can gab behind the counter.
“So, fun morning shift?”
“What the fuck is that guy’s issue? I mean seriously,” she scowls. She turns and pours herself a cup of coffee and raises a brow to me.
“Yeah, please.”
She nods and pours me one.
“Cheers, baby,” she mutters. She takes a sip and then turns to lean against the counter. With a start, my face reddens as I realize we’re basically standing exactly where Oliver and I… well, you know.
…Yes, I sanitized the counter.
“Cheers.”
We sip our coffees as my eyes move over the two occupied tables. Early afternoon on a workday is always slow around here.
“You okay?”