“Yeah,” I managed to hiss as I leaned against the shower wall, pressing my forehead to the cold tile. I felt his cock get hard against me, pressing against my meaty haunch as his finger plumbed the tiny little hole buried between my ass cheeks. “Oh!”
“Shh, honey. You’ll wake the neighbors.”
He swirled his finger around, pressing it a little more against the tight entrance of my ass. I held my breath as he pushed it in, bit by bit. He never stopped massaging between my legs, marrying the known pleasure with the unknown.
“Yes,” I murmured as my legs started to shake with pleasure. I bit my lip to keep quiet. We had neighbors for the night, I’d forgotten. We were at a little hotel two towns over on the night I was supposed to be at my best friend’s birthday sleepover.
“You’re so tense, baby. Relax. Trust me.”
He bit me softly, nipping the junction of my neck and shoulder where it made me swoon.
Every part of me was on fire. He’d massaged and licked and suckled me until I forgot all about Cash, all about the danger we were in. All about the pictures.
He said he didn’t care, that Cash could go to hell, but I cared. I couldn’t let Jack’s reputation be ruined. I couldn’t let down my family.
He whispered in my ear as he worshipped me with his mouth, saying everything would be okay, that Cash was bluffing, that we’d be together forever come hell or high water… but I wasn’t so sure.
Cash was the type of guy who got his way no matter what. Nothing in his life had ever made him think otherwise.
“Stop thinking, baby. Be with me. Feel this.”
His voice was like a candle in the darkness, drawing me away from the abyss of my thoughts. I followed the heat of his voice, basking in it as he pressed his finger past the rigid band guarding my back entrance.
“Oooohhhh, Jack. Oh my goodness!”
I shivered as he slipped his thick, calloused finger into my ass and swirled it around, waking the nerves inside. I felt full inside, congested. The pleasure seemed to spread until it filled my whole body with heat.
“That’s so… good. Oh my gosh.”
“Mmm. You feel so good, honey. I can’t wait to slip my cock inside you.”
Imagining something as big as his cock inside me made me tense around his finger, which made him laugh. He was dipping it in and out—softly, slowly—waking the hunger inside me.
“Isn’t it too big?”
I gasped as he ran his thumb over the outer skin and slipped it inside too, stretching me a little more. His fingers moved in endless circles over my mound until I was panting and sopping wet, ready for anything.
“You’ll love it, baby. You just have to trust me. Do you trust me?”
I turned my head and met his mouth, letting him invade me with his tongue like he was invading me with his fingers. I gripped the handrail in the shower, holding myself steady as the rhythm of his fingers slowed. He was teasing me, teasing every bit of me with his touches.
“I trust you. Just… go slow until I tell you not to.”
“I promise, honey. I promise.”
A sense of excitement colored his voice as he pulled his fingers free, leaving me gasping and empty. It was strange how quickly I came to crave him inside me, back there. He ran his hands down my back as he kissed my shoulder.
“Arch your back for me, baby. That’s it. Good girl.”
I spread my legs and arched my back, sticking my ample ass out for him to do what he wanted with. He switched on the water again, aiming the stream against my ass as he pried open the cheeks. Hot, throbbing water hit my tender asshole, making me cry out.
“God, you have a gorgeous ass,” he groaned as he went on his knees and buried his face between the hemispheres, kissing and licking and massaging the little knot until I could hardly stand up.
“Jack… that’s so bad. That’s… oh my god,” I couldn’t believe how good it felt having his tongue lapping at my asshole like that.
I was a good girl. Good girls didn’t let men touch them there. I flushed bright red as he slipped his finger inside again and curled it as if becoming me from across the room. It probed around until I felt a strange zing of sensation arc between my ass and clit.
“It’s so bad,” he groaned as he did it again, making me shake. His fingers moved in a slow, languid motion, working me over as the water sluiced between my asscheeks like a hot waterfall.
“Yeah… I can’t handle it. It’s too much.” The sensations were overwhelming. I didn’t know if I could stand it for much longer.
“We haven’t even started yet, baby.” He stood again and wrapped his hand around my front as his cock smacked my ass. I loved that slapping sound. All wet and heavy. “Touch yourself, baby. Keep yourself hot. Trust me.”
I did as he said, stroking myself while he entered me. My heart was pounding. He felt huge. A low, humming groan escaped my throat as my body opened to accept him.
“Oh god, it’s too much. It’s way too much.”
Jack gave a low groan and stayed still, letting me get used to the newness of him inside, but I could sense he was having a hard time holding back.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he whispered in my ear.
The throbbing inside me was multiplied by a thousand. I was starving for him.
“Don’t stop…”
He pulled out and eased back in, slowly and softly and steadily. He slipped all the way in with a groan of pleasure I’d never heard before.
“Oh, goddamn, that’s good. You can tell me to stop… just say it.”
“No,” I gasped. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming and new, totally alien to me.
He gripped my body and held it in place as he rolled his hips.
“Get ready, baby. I can’t hold back any more.”
He ground into me as his fingers sought out my mound. His thrusts were slow, more a swirling of his hips than pounding. We moved together, riding the new sensations. The groans and guttural moans he made sent an endless gush of honey from me. I was getting the rhythm, learning what this was all about, matching his movements.
“A little harder,” I whispered over my shoulder. He complied, gripping my hips and bending a little further over to get a better angle. “Harder…”
He complied, throwing his first hard thrust into me. The heat and friction were almost too much to bear.
“You feel so fucking good, Cass.” His thrusts were getting harder now, filled with the singular purpose of climax. “Yes. Take it, baby… that’s it…”
“Oh, god!” I sobbed as I started to cum. It shot through me like a sweet arrow, making my hips flick and tense around his his hot, meaty cock. “I’m cumming—make me cum! Cum inside me! Yes!”
I felt him tense up and shudder as I did, as my body clenched around his hardness like a fist. He held me upright as the pleasure swallowed me up.
“That’s it, Cass. Let it out.”
He plunged his finger inside me, filling me up while his cock swelled with pleasure in my ass. I throbbed all over as I came. Sweet, scintillating waves of pleasure washed over me, making me gasp and moan.
“Oh, god, it’s so good… I had no idea.”
I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life. I shattered and my mind went into a million pieces. I could hardly keep my eyes open and I was aware of parts of my body I’d never dreamed existed.
Little aftershocks rocked me, wringing me out completely. My nerves danced and my blood felt like it was sparkling in my veins as I fought to remain upright.
“Hold on, baby. Hold still,” Jack whispered as he eased himself from my tight back entrance.
When Jack pulled free, I felt empty. Incomplete. He washed me sweetly, rinsing me off and drying me with a big, fluffy towel before carrying me to bed.
Oblivion took me and I fell asleep in Jack’s arms, all worries forgotten for the night. I woke early to birds singing outside and a pang of fear in my chest.
What we were doing was so wrong that I just
wanted to run. I wanted to run away from everything and everyone and start again where no one knew me, where I wasn’t a debutante or a chubby rich girl or the lover of someone I shouldn’t be in love with. I wanted to run away from this place where I was being forced into a relationship with someone I despised, someone who’d torment me forever just for the fun of it.
I shivered despite the warmth of the bed and Jack’s body.
“Honey, you awake?” Jack’s sleepy voice ripped my heart out, it was so precious. He pulled me close and nuzzled my hair. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I lied with a smile as he kissed me. I felt him harden against my ass, and the hunger inside me welled up again as strong as ever. “Everything’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing about you for anything. I love you. You’re mine. You’re my everything.”
The heat of his breath melted me. I rolled over and slipped him inside me, riding him as the rising sun filled our motel room.
“Tell me you trust me. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I gasped as the pleasure took me in its embrace. “Yes…”
Chapter 9
“This is it.”
Cash threw the pickup into park and pointed ahead. Cypress forest stretched out in front of us. Beyond, the warm, brown river water shone like foil in the evening light, glinting copper and gold and silver. A long-legged egret stepped cautiously through the reeds then took to flight, skimming over the rippling water on broad white wings.
I nodded and smiled politely, thinking When will this be over?
“It’s pretty.”
“It’s rich. Right now, it’s barren and useless, but before long it’ll be home to one of the most productive oil derricks on the coast.”
I looked again at the serene landscape, trying to imagine it dominated by a tower of steel and crawling with men. The noise and filth of it all. He’d ruin this piece of land, the land that Jack loved so much, just to line his already deep pockets. It was a hateful thing.
“Congratulations.”
I offered nothing else. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to hear about his success and arrogance, his privilege.
“Congratulations implies luck. Ain’t no luck in this, Cassidy Peterson. I’ve earned every penny. A little debutante like you wouldn’t understand. All you have to do is spread your legs and the money comes raining down.”
A bark of laughter escaped my lips. “I don’t think so.”
“Right, I forgot. You’re only interested in your daddy, isn’t that right?” He scoffed and hung his arm out the window, pointing at a stretch of muck at the river’s edge. It glistened with a blackish residue; oil seeping from the earth. “See that there? That shit is better’n your daddy. Worth more. More useful.”
“You’re an awful shit, Cash Jackson. A pathetic waste of breath.” I smiled and turned toward him, facing him fully. I felt oddly calm inside. Untouchable. Love does that to you—it’s armor against most hurt. “If Jack is worth less than that shit, what does that say about you? Huh? I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on Earth. No sane woman would. Guess that’s why you try to take what’s not offered, you pathetic piece of trash.”
The engine roared to life, sending a flock of birds soaring into the dying light of day. He didn’t say a word, he just swung the pickup around and barreled off into the dusk, taking corners too fast and gunning it on the open stretches. I clung to the door, holding myself steady as he raced toward town.
“You know what, Cassidy? You’re the pathetic piece of trash. You and that mother of yours. You don’t think she came sniffing around my house after your daddy died? She did,” he laughed and swerved around a blind corner, clipping a shrub that was hanging over the road. “You’re all alike. Cock teases and gold diggers.”
“Slow down, Cash!” I shrieked as he floored the truck down a narrow, one-lane stretch of road crowded with oaks.
Dark had fallen and the headlights were of little use in such close quarters. At any minute, someone could slide from one of the little hunting trails and we’d smash right into them.
“Slow down, Cash,” he echoed back with a sneer. “You said that before, didn’t you? After you met me in the gazebo the night of the ball. Fucking tease. You know what? My daddy’s always said—and I remember it every day—that a woman can run faster with her skirt up than a man can with his pants down. You wanted it, you slut! But I guess you wanted your daddy more, you freak of nature.”
Tears streamed down my face as he spat his hateful words at me, but it was all from fear. He didn’t care what happened to me, to us in that truck. He’d been charmed all his life and why would tonight be any different?
He laughed and slammed his hands against the steering wheel again, then pressed his foot toward the floor.
“Stop it! Just stop and let me out!”
I screamed as the engine whined and the woods slid past in a green and black blur.
Please, God. Please, God. Please, God, I chanted in my head as the truck skidded around a corner, fishtailing in the wet red dirt. Keep me safe.
“You want me to let you out?” He yelled back over the roar of the wind streaming through the window. He reached across, fumbling for the door handle. “I’ll let you out, you fat bitch!”
“Are you crazy?” I cried out as I gripped his hand and twisted it, forcing him back onto his side of the cab.
For once I was grateful beyond words for my weight, for the force I could muster against his weak, rich-boy body. He struck out at me, slapping me across the face with a growl of frustration.
Stars danced in front of my eyes—I’d never been struck before, never slapped. I reeled from it, blinking hard to clear the lights sparkling in the darkness before my eyes. The world moved in slow motion, flickering like a reel in an old movie projector.
Second by second, breath by breath, I came to reality. Cash lit a cigarette as we sped into the darkness. The match flared between his fingers, lighting his face with a soft orange glow before a cloud of silver-blue smoke obscured it.
I blinked and gripped the dashboard, my jaw aching. He seemed completely unaware that I was there, completely lost in his own little world.
“Look out!”
A truck stretched across the road ahead, blocking our way. Cash cursed under his breath and braked, the wheels skidding in the oily muck. When it came to a halt, he laid on the horn, blasting it into the still woods. The truck ahead was empty, idling with its lights shining off into the trees.
“Get the fuck off the road!” Cash yelled out the open window. A grimace bent his features as he blasted the horn again. No one came. No one answered. “Goddamn it.”
He threw open the door and stepped out into the night. I reached for the door, easing my fingers into the handle. I waited for the right moment. The right instance to throw the door open and bolt into the night. I was miles from anywhere, miles and miles from town, but being out in the woods alone was preferable to riding in that truck with Cash.
I pulled the handle and eased the door open slowly, trying not to make any loud noise to draw his attention. My heart jumped into my throat with each beat, making me shake. My eyes fell on Cash where he stood in the noonday brightness of the headlights.
He looked back and forth, his eyes scanning the woods while sticky black muck stained the pristine white bucks on his feet.
“Hey—hello?”
His voice startled me, making me fall against the door. He was calling out into the darkness, calling the other driver. Only silence answered.
The other truck idled rough, sending plumes of exhaust into the air. It seemed so strange to come across a truck like that out in the darkness, idling all by itself. It felt dangerous.
What’s going on? I wondered as I squinted my eyes and studied the truck. It took very little looking to see what it was. A tow truck. I know that truck.
“Jack…” I whispered.
His name fell from my lips l
ike a benediction, a prayer. He was nearby and his power gave me strength.
“I’m gonna ram your truck off the road if you don’t get your ass out here and move it,” called Cash. He swore again and kicked the mud before turning back to his pickup. His eyes fell on me. “Cassy, get back in the truck. I’m taking you home.”
“No,” I stepped sideways toward the bushes, keeping distance from him. Out here, he could do anything to me and get away with it. And I truly felt he was capable of anything.
“Goddamn it, Cassy.” He strode toward me, a look of resolve on his face. “Get over here.”
“Hey!” Jack’s voice rang out like a shotgun blast, echoing off the trees and stopping Cash in his tracks. “The lady said no.”
“Oh, hell,” said Cash with a bitter laugh as he turned to face Jack. My lover, my everything. Every bit of fear I felt melted away at the sight of him standing tall and resolute in the glaring light. “The lady doesn’t know what she wants.”
“Sure she does, Cash. I’ve never known anyone who wants something less than she wants you.”
He moved closer, ambling toward Cash with a body that showed no fear. Looking at them, I saw a man and a boy. A boy shrinking in the face of real power.
“Well, she doesn’t get to decide that, does she? I mean, she’s pretty much bought and paid for. All I need to do is slip a ring on it, and she’s mine. Tell her folks she’s not. I’m sure they’d have something to say about it. And about this,” he said as he pulled an envelope from his pocket.
“More photos?” laughed Jack. He spat to the side and shook his head, then locked eyes with Cash. I saw the fire inside them, banked and burning dangerously hot. He moved a little closer and I saw Cash flinch. “Hell, son, we’ve got those photos, too. I also have a few of my own.”
Cash’s easy smile faltered, and I saw a look of doubt cross over his face. Jack moved closer still, never losing eye contact with Cash, never wavering in his path.
“Yeah, I’ve got loads of photos. That pretty little Jaguar you wrapped around the tree in Barkersville, and the Corvette you drove into a ditch at Benton Bend. And more.” He hooked his thumbs in his belt and sauntered forward, closing the gap between him and Cash. “I towed every last one of them. Pulled you out of the wrecks stumbling and blind drunk a couple times. I even drove you home to your daddy, not that you’d recall. ”
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