by J. L. Beck
Quiver For Me
J.L. Beck
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Copyright © 2018 J.L. Beck
Quiver For Me
Editor: B.L Elliott
Book Design & Formatting: Wicked Muse
About The Author
J.L. Beck is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind. She play's mother and wife by day, and lets all her dirty fantasies come out at night. Her heart belongs to alpha males who love to take charge, and sassy heroines that give said alphas a run for their money.
She's addicted to coffee, is constantly swearing, and has a rather expensive obsession with makeup. If she's not writing then you can probably find her chilling in her sweatpants, and t-shirt watching some crappy reality tv.
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Chapter One
Cara
“Harder…fuck me harder Adam.”
The sounds coming from my bedroom inside my apartment weren’t ones I wanted to hear after working a double at the diner down town. I was barely making ends meet and now, I had to deal with this. I could feel the tears sting my eyes.
That bastard. He had a lot of nerve cheating on me in my apartment. Setting my purse down on the counter I counted back from ten in my head, exhaling and inhaling so I was calm enough to handle the image I was about to see. The sound of the bed squeaking as he fucked her, whoever she was, filled my ears.
The door was cracked open the light from the bedside lamp escaping through the crack and into the dark hall.
“Fuck yes Bridget. Fuck that cock…”
I blinked realizing just exactly whose name he had just spoken.
Bridget? As in my best friend from the diner? I pushed the bedroom door open without thinking of the consequences, my eyes taking in my best friend, her long blonde hair flowing down her exposed back as she moved up and down on my boyfriend’s cock. My mouth opened a fraction as if I was going to say something but the words were lost when Adam’s panicked gaze met mine over Bridget’s shoulder.
“Oh shit.” Adam muttered under his breath pushing Bridget off of him. She tumbled to the mattress with a squeak, a compliant second’s away from slipping from her perfectly painted lips when her eyes connected with mine. Horror resonated in her gaze and yet I still stood there, staring at the mattress where she laid, in my bed.
“It’s not what it looks like Cara,” Adam confessed, reaching for me.
His movements caused me to take a step back and then another just to escape his grasp. “I don’t know how it can look like much of anything else. You literally just told my best friend to fuck your cock. If that’s not what it sounds like then I’m not sure what else it could be?”
Bridget wrapped herself up in a blanket, my blanket and walked out into the hall, sadness on her features. How could she be sad? It’s not like she found me fucking her boyfriend of almost a year.
Adam threaded his fingers through his hair, frustration filling his features.
Anger, and pain registered somewhere inside me. This asshole was cheating on me, with my best friend, and for who knows how long?
“It’s been a year Cara. I have needs. I’m a man…”
I shook my head, and turned on my heels walking back into the kitchen to grab my purse off of the counter. “Needs are having a roof over your head, or electric. Sex isn’t a need Adam, and fucking my best friend because I won’t fuck you isn’t an excuse.” I growl, anger festering deep inside me. I’d never been so angry before; then again nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
“It’s…. It won’t happen again,” Bridget announced, as if she could fix the problem.
“Right, just like shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” I shook my head, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. I couldn’t stay here with my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend fucking my best friend. I wouldn’t. I was disgusted.
“Don’t be silly Cara.” Bridget huffed.
I dismissed her statement. I couldn’t stay here another second.
“Where are you going to go?” Adam piped in. “You have no one. Only me.”
I ground my teeth together, and tried to hide the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. He was right. I had no one else. My mother had left me to care for myself when I was sixteen. She was off with her fifth husband somewhere in the Caribbean. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself. Rent is due any day now. You might want to get a job or something.” I jabbed before walking out of the apartment, and slamming the door behind me.
The tears fell as soon as I closed the door. I couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. I hustled down the hall, out the front doors and onto the sidewalk. Then I fished my flip-phone out of my pocket and started scrolling through the small list of contacts. I couldn’t call my mother. I couldn’t call her husband.
I hovered over Hawk’s number in my phone while chewing on the inside of my cheek. I needed a place to go, somewhere safe; somewhere Adam and Bridget wouldn’t come looking for me. Somewhere my mom wouldn’t dare to go.
Hawk would be the perfect person to run to. My pulse sped up at the thoughts of Hawk that lingered in my mind. Five years ago, he was married to my mother. She was only with him for his money but I, being the sixteen year old girl I was, had felt attracted to him. The thought of being with an older man turned me on more than I cared to admit. Adam was inexperienced, impatient and at times selfish. Something told me Hawk wouldn’t be that way with a woman.
My stomach twisted into knots, excitement, and fear spiraling out of control. Would he even answer the phone if I called? My mother had left him in such haste I doubt he would. I don’t recall spending much time with Hawk since I was staying at my real father’s at that particular time period but I do remember him being all man.
I contemplate a second longer than I should and turn just in time to see Adam running out of the building, most likely to come and find me. I shake away the lonely feeling, the sadness rippling through me and press the green call button as I hurry down the street and then into an alley way.
As I round another corner, the ringing on the other end of the phone stops and a deep, rich voice fills my ear.
“Hello…” I barely get the word out, my body trembling as I sag against the exterior wall of one of the many buildings I have passed.
“Cara?”
The curious tone to his voice couldn’t be missed and it helps ease some of the tension out of my body. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m in a situation and I don’t have anywhere to go. I was wondering if I could come and stay with you, just till I can get on my feet.”
There isn’t even a pause before he answers, “Of course. I’ll send a car for you. Where are you located?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, wondering if telling him to pick me in the area of town I’m in is a good idea. I don’t exactly live in the nicest apartment.
“The Starbucks on Wallace Street,” I lie, knowing I’ll have to walk at least three blocks to get there.
“Perfect. Harry will be there in a few minutes to get you. Are you okay?”
The tremble in his voice causes butterflies to release in my belly. I don’t know how or why I’m feelin
g these different emotions. I just found my boyfriend of a year cheating on me with my best friend. I should be crying, angry as hell, breaking shit even, but instead I’m fantasizing about my ex-step father. “No. I’m okay… I’ll explain when I get there, and again thank you so much.”
“It’s not a problem. I’ll see you soon.” And with that he hangs up.
I pull the phone away from my ear, my hands shaking with excitement or maybe its fear I don’t know. In less than an hour, my life has been flipped completely upside down and something tells me this crazy ride isn’t over yet.
Chapter Two
Hawk
I could see the tears in her eyes as soon as she stepped out of the car and looked up at me. I was going to find the bastard that hurt her and rip his fucking balls off and then shove em’ straight down his throat. I’d been keeping tabs on her and her mother for years. Cara was an obsession of mine, something I knew I could never have. I’d first noticed her when she was sixteen, when her mother and I first married. She was curious then, watching me for longer than necessary, licking her lips as if she was imagining kissing me.
I knew she was off limits, that crossing that line was taboo but it didn’t stop me from wanting it, from wanting her.
“Thank you.” She rushed across the driveway and up the stairs her tiny arms wrapping around my mid-section.
She was a good foot shorter than me, so her head rested perfectly against my chest. My cock grew impossibly hard at her touch. I’d had numerous women in my life but nothing, and no one made my heart pound like innocent Cara did. Her presence was enough to make me weak in the knees, and yet I knew I had to deny whatever lustful thoughts were swirling around inside my head.
“It means a lot to me. Mom’s off doing God knows what, and with the bomb that just got dropped on me, I can’t really stay where I am.”
I nodded, though I had already known for a month now that her boyfriend Adam was cheating on her. Keeping tabs on her for the last year made it possible for me to know such a thing without her knowledge.
But I didn’t tell her that. I wouldn’t. I was shocked though when her name showed up on my cell phone screen. I never expected her to call me. That was the shock of a lifetime. “It’s fine really. You know you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”
She pulled back, releasing me, and stared up at me with big brown doe eyes.
Fuck me sideways, she was gorgeous now, more gorgeous then she was five years ago. Her body was tone, and her tits had really filled out though I couldn’t really tell how curvy she was with all the clothing she was wearing. Her hair was a golden brown that I wanted to tangle my hands in. God, all the impure thoughts came rushing to the surface all at once.
“Hawk…” My name fell from her lips on a sigh, the look in her eyes showing more than just curiosity. Her eyes roamed up and down me.
Then when she sunk that perfectly straight white tooth into her bottom lip, I nearly came undone. No! No! We cannot do this. “What happened?” I decide a subject change was needed then before I did something insane like throw her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs to my bedroom.
“Huh?” She started but then realized what she said, “Oh, what happened to cause me to end up here?”
I clenched my jaw and nodded my head.
The trance she was in previously slipped away and she must’ve realized she was leaning into me, so she took a solid step back. “Well, I found out my piece of shit boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend. He used the lame excuse of me refusing to sleep with him as the reason why he cheated but he knew I was waiting for the right person and time to give that part of me away.”
Shock formed on my features.
Cara noticed it before I could drop the expression. “Shit, that was dumb of me. You didn’t want to hear about me giving up my virginity. Jesus, I am so stupid.” Her cream colored cheeks turned red in an instant.
I knew she was most likely embarrassed for sharing such a private thing with me. “You’re not stupid, and you’re definitely not the reason he cheated. Any man that refused to wait isn’t a man at all. If he loved you then he would’ve waited. Simple as that.” I kept my voice neutral but on the inside I was raging mad. I knew the bastard was cheating but I didn’t know it was because Cara refused to give him her virginity. Then again, I did feel glad that she’d come back to me just as pure as the day she had left, though I’m certain she hadn’t gotten to the age she was at without being fingered or giving a blow job or two…right?
She couldn’t be that untouched could she be?
I filed the question away for a later date. Maybe I’d find out someday for myself or maybe I wouldn’t. I’d gone five years without taking her; I could manage another five years. Hell, maybe she didn’t even want me.
“You’re right, and I know that. I was just rambling. It’s been awhile since I was able to talk to someone who actually gave a shit.”
I wanted to curse her mother for being a deadbeat but there was no point. I’d been there for Cara when I could be. Paying for her stint in the hospital last winter when she had a severe case of bronchitis. She probably thought it was her mother that covered the bills but it wasn’t.
I noticed then the way her hands wrung together in front of her giving her nervousness away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“I—well—I don’t have any belongings with me right now, and I don’t have any real way to pay for my stay here. I have maybe two hundred dollars in my account until I get paid. I can’t possibly stay here without offering something in return.”
A ghost of a smile pulled at my lips. I could feel the words I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue.
You can drop down to your knees, and suck me off until I come in your pretty little mouth.
I shook my head dislodging the thought from my mind before it took root. I’d have to beat off to that image later when I was alone in the shower. “We can go and get your things later this week if you’d like. For now, you can help around the house, with the cooking, and cleaning. Either way, we will make some type of arrangement and get everything squared away.”
Yeah, and arrangement where you’re tied to my bed, and my head is between your creamy white thighs.
Cara nodded, a smile on her lips, making me wonder if she was thinking the same dirty thoughts I was.
Suddenly, the jeans I was wearing felt way too tight. Fuck, Cara was going to ruin me for any and all women and here I’d gone and promised her a place to stay. Now all I had to do was vow to keep my hands to myself, and my cock in my pants.
But God…. was she ever going to make it ten times harder then it needed to be.
Chapter Three
Cara
My entire body was shaking when I made it to the spare room Hawk had put me in. His scent smelled just like it always did, like expensive cologne and all man. I couldn’t really describe it but he made my heart pitter-patter and my knees weak. I didn’t see him as a step-dad I never could, he was so much more than that.
“Hawk wanted me to remind you that the kitchen is open whenever you’re hungry,” Harry his driver, and assistant for all things reminded me.
I nodded and assured him that I would go downstairs shortly and have sand which or something. He left a few moments later leaving me with nothing more than my thoughts.
I decided a shower was needed even more so after the day I had. I felt dirty and not just because I caught my ex cheating on me. I worked an entire shift at the diner and I was tired of smelling like fried food and coffee.
I walked around the bedroom, which was nearly the size of my old apartment. There was a huge king size bed with four wooden posts against the far wall, a dresser and flat screen TV against the other wall. Then there was a set of French doors that led out onto a balcony. This wasn’t the same bedroom I had when I’d lived here before, even for a short time. I was certain I’d remember the walls being as beautiful as these were. I ran my fi
ngers across the wallpaper certain that flakes of gold had been inserted into it.
As I trailed my fingers along the wall I found myself in the bathroom, a huge glass shower was in the corner, with white marble from floor to ceiling.
Jesus, this place was huge…I thought to myself, feeling pulled towards the shower. I could use a hot shower after the day I’d had. I stripped out of my clothing slowly catching my reflection in the mirror. Was there a chance Hawk might be interested in me? I looked nothing like the chicks he probably dated or slept with. My face was blemish free and I hard wore hardly any make up. My mother often told me I had the perfect nose, and eye shape but I dismissed almost everything she said since most of the time what she told me was a lie.
My eyes moved down the image in the mirror over my perky boobs, which I guess were a decent asset and smooth tummy. Staring at myself it was no wonder why Adam had cheated on me. I looked nothing like Bridget. I wasn’t tan, or tone. I didn’t have huge double D boobs, and my ass while somewhat large was nothing compared to hers when it came to the fact that she put out and I didn’t.
The longer I stood there the angrier I got, and I could feel the tears form in my eyes. Adam wasn’t worth crying over. I would find someone better, someone who wanted me, and would cherish me. Hell, maybe I already had? The thought popped into my head out of nowhere.
I liked the idea of possibly being wanted by a man like Hawk. He was older and knew exactly what a woman needed.
I turned the shower on and let it run for a few seconds before stepping into the hot stream of water. I just felt thankful to have a place to stay. I didn’t need to be having these impure thoughts about a man that was once my stepfather.
Yet… my thoughts twisted and my hands moved south. It had been a long time since I got myself off. Usually when Adam and I fooled around, he would get me off with his tongue or his fingers. Though there was nothing like getting yourself off. You knew exactly what you wanted, how much pressure you needed and what pushed you off the ledge and into climax heaven.