by Lola Newmar
Taylor covered her mouth as a gasp of horror escaped her throat. The salty tears wouldn’t stop coming.
Brody was suddenly at their side, fastening his belt. “Hey, man, don’t talk to her like that! She’s a female, for Christ’s sake.”
“I can say whatever the fuck I want, Brody. Just because you think her pussy is good enough to give up your life doesn’t mean I think it is, too.”
That was it. Enough was enough. “You sunovabitch,” Taylor mumbled between gritted teeth. “You shady douchebag. Don’t you ever talk about me that way!” Her heat of her temper scorched within
her as the reality of her heart shattering came into focus.
Jay took another step toward her. “What’s wrong, darlin’? Not used to being told your cunt is mediocre at best?”
By reflex, Taylor shrieked, and her hand landed hard in a loud smack against Jay’s face. “What the fuck has gotten into you? Are you fucking crazy?” Brody’s fighting words were then followed by more yells, but Taylor was running farther down the country road, their curses fading behind her as she frantically moved to escape them.
How could she be so stupid? Again! They had used her. She thought they were falling in love with her, but she was nothing but a truck-stop receptacle to them, just something to relieve themselves in as they went on their way.
Taylor guessed she had been jogging south for at least half an hour before the Luscious salon sign came into sight. The closed sign was already hanging, but she could see the lights were still on, so it couldn’t have been much past eight. She ran up the steps, swung open the door, slammed it shut, and dropped to the floor as she broke down into a hysterical crying fit.
“Good God! Veronica! Veronica, come quick!” Greta ran to Taylor’s side and knelt down to her, pushing her drenched, disheveled hair out of her face.
“Oh my Lord! Baby girl, what happened to you?” Veronica dropped to the floor with them, grabbing Taylor’s face as she evaluated her with terrified eyes. Beverly was jogging over with a cup of water as Aurora sat beside them and began to dab Taylor’s face with a dry towel.
“Auntie Veronica,” Taylor sobbed. “I ha-hate th-them.” She could hardly speak. The waterfall of tears was stealing her breath.
Veronica gently pressed Taylor’s head against her chest. “Shh, baby, shh.” Veronica rocked her gently, but Taylor’s sobs didn’t slow down.
* * * *
“I’m sorry, Brody, but I can’t do this. It’s completely pointless. I promise you, it’s for our own good!”
Brody’s face was crimson with fury, and his chest heaved with shallow breaths as his fists hung stiffly at his sides. He looked like he was ready to rip someone’s head off. He stepped up fearlessly until he was an inch from Jay’s face.
“You just hurt the one woman we will ever love, you crazy piece of shit!” Brody closed his eyes for a second as if trying to calm himself down. In a more simmered tone, he continued, “If you fucked this up, Jay, I swear to God, I will never speak to you again. You’ll be dead to me, and so will the last twenty years of our friendship. You have my word.” Brody grabbed his shirt from the car then turned and began to jog in the direction Taylor had run.
Jay sunk down in the driver’s seat. Heat rose to his face, and he began to punch the dashboard with his right fist. He didn’t stop until a smear of blood appeared against the leather surface. But the pain in his heart was too distracting to feel the pain of his knuckles being split open.
Brody just didn’t get it. He had to say those things. It didn’t matter that he didn’t mean a word of it. It became obvious that Taylor was in love with them both when she looked over her shoulder and gave him that loving stare. A woman like that wasn’t going to give up her love easily, not unless he hurt her, not unless he broke her heart.
Something sparkly caught his peripheral vision. He turned and saw a tiny silver high-heeled sandal lying on the car floor. He had bought them for Taylor while they were at Jacqueline’s after he caught her eyeing them several times during her fittings. He picked it up and stared at it. He imagined Taylor’s cherry red toes sitting pretty in it, thought of when she had looked up from painting those toes to smile up at him and Brody that first day as they rode the four-wheelers in front of her house. Then he thought of her wearing that smile as she walked toward him down a long church isle, dressed in white.
The blood from the open wounds on his hand began to drip on the new metallic leather of the shoe.
“Shit. What have I done?”
Chapter 8
Brody breathed a sigh of relief when he came upon Aunt Veronica’s house and saw a few lights were on. He glanced at his watch. He had been running south for over an hour and a half.
He quietly walked to the side of the house, careful to remain in the shadows of the bushes to keep from sight. And there she was.
Brody ducked down a little as he peered through Taylor’s window. She was sitting at her vanity with her back toward him, but he could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and her bottom lip slightly trembled as if she would break down again at any moment. She was brushing her wet hair, but her gaze seemed far away. She was wearing nothing but a pair of navy boy shorts and a MaleOrderHigh School football jersey that looked like it was from the eighties.
She stood, and still facing the mirror, she lifted the jersey just enough to slather some lotion of her flat stomach. Even from a distance, he could see her nipples had hardened against the jersey fabric, creating two perfect little peaks at the tips of her unconfined breasts. Brody had never seen anything more adorable.
He watched as Veronica opened Taylor’s bedroom door and said something to her. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but they exchanged a few words, then Veronica walked over, gave Taylor a nurturing hug, and kissed the top of her head. When Veronica walked out, Taylor went over to the lamp by the window, turned it off, and pulled down the shade.
Brody looked around the yard, making sure no one was hanging out on their porches to catch him in his pathetic act. After he was certain he was alone, he carefully crept up to her window and tapped it softly, hoping not to startle her. He saw the shade move to the side and a pair of large brown eyes stared straight at him.
Taylor pulled up the shade then the window. “What are you doing here, Brody?” she demanded. “Get out of here before I grab my auntie’s shotgun and blow your head clean off.”
“Taylor, I love you.”
“What in God’s name—”
“I do, I love you, Taylor Ewing. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Taylor narrowed her gaze at him. “Look, I don’t know what you and your friend have been smoking, but ya’ll are nothing but a couple of crazies, if you ask me.”
In an instant, Brody was on his knees in the dewy grass. His dignity was the last thing that mattered to him at that moment, and he reached up and grabbed her hands in desperation. “Please, Taylor, just give me a moment to explain myself. Please.” Hell must had frozen over because he was literally begging a woman for merely a chance to talk, but his need to win Taylor’s heart back pushed away any pride he had left.
“Why, I never heard of such bad taste,” she replied bitterly, a wave of her hand indicating his shameless slave position. Brody held his breath in anticipation as he watched Taylor exhale a frustrated sigh then look to her left and right for any onlookers.
“Well, hurry on in before you catch cold.”
* * * *
The lamp fell to the floor in a loud crash as Brody’s foot caught the bedside table. He fell to her bedroom floor with a heavy thud then sprung back on his feet in the blink of an eye. “I’m okay,” he whispered. “Shake it off, shake it off,” he mumbled to himself as he hopped from one foot to the other, apparently trying to ease his pain. Taylor turned to hide the smile that threatened to peak the corners of her mouth.
Before she had the chance to turn back to face him, she felt his warm breath tickle t
he back of her neck as he ran his fingers lightly down the sides of her arms. “What do you want, Brody?” She tried her best to sound angry, but it was a little difficult when she had to speak in a whisper.
“Taylor, I—”
“Shh! Aunt Veronica is in the next room,” she warned as she turned back to face him.
Lowering his voice, he continued, “I’m sorry about what happened tonight. I don’t know what’s gotten into Jay, but I’m skinning his hide the next chance I get for talkin’ to you the way he did.”
The mere mention of the man’s name had hot tears blurring her vision before she could stop them. “I don’t understand, Brody.” She wiped the falling tears from her cheeks. “He was so cruel, so heartless to—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Brody had her mouth captured with his in a ravenous kiss. Suddenly, the pesky ill thoughts of Jay began to lift from her mind. She inhaled the grassy outdoor smell that had mixed with Brody’s clean, masculine scent. She grabbed the back of his neck in need.
Brody lifted his shirt off, his body a glowing, chiseled masterpiece as the moonlight shone through her window, bathing him in a mystic silver glow. He was absolutely stunning, a true god in human form. “Oh Brody,” she whispered, running her hand across his ripped abs, her fingers tracing down his hips and over to grip his tight ass muscles.
He reached down and lifted the hem of her jersey, throwing it to the other side of the room when she was free from it. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at her face then looking down at her near-naked body. “Jesus Christ, you’re a living dream.”
The charming words and the loving look in Brody’s eyes clenched Taylor’s heart like a fist. Hooking her fingers through his belt loops, she dragged him with her as she walked back until she felt the edge of her bed meet the back of her knees. She lay on the mattress, pulling his large form over her. His gaze traveled down her body, following the slow movement of his hand as he caressed her breasts, her ribs, her hips, and then her thighs. She shuddered as trails of goose bumps formed over the waves of heat caused by his touch. “How could I ever let a treasure like you escape me?” His voice was low and seductive, but it had a touch of sweet affection in it.
Taylor pulled his face so that he was looking right at her. “Brody?”
“What is it, baby?” He grazed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She paused, relishing the passion and desire that swam in his brown, puppy dog eyes. “I love you, too.”
* * * *
As Brody grazed Taylor’s lush bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, he swallowed the tears threatening to leak from his eyes. Her soft, wet tongue slowly stroked his finger, ending with a quiet kiss.
There was still pain in her eyes, left to fester after Jay’s evil words. She still longed for Jay, for he could sense it in the two tears falling on the pillow underneath her head. “Taylor, I know he hurt you, and he broke my heart, too—”
“Stop, Brody,” she interrupted, her lip returning to a quivering state. “Please, I don’t want to think about him right now. It’s just me and you, and we’re not scared to love each other, so that’s all that matters.”
As he lowered his head to kiss her, she began to slowly undo his belt buckle. He knew she was lying through her teeth when she said he was all that mattered. There was no doubt in his mind she was in love with him, but there was also no doubt she loved and needed Jay just as much. But he wouldn’t think about that right now. Right now he would just make her feel better, show her how much he really loved her.
He’d tried to muffle his moan by burying his face in her neck when he felt the cool grip of her hand wrap around his warm shaft, but her smell only intensified his arousal. She didn’t reek of heavy floral or dusty vanilla like the females he had bedded before. He smelled Taylor, the lightly scented lotion that made her skin heaven to touch, the talc powder scent that he had become addicted to.
She was taking way too long undressing him, so he stood up by the bed and completely undressed himself while he watched Taylor peel her boy shorts off, revealing the bare pussy he had yet to have the pleasure of pushing himself into. He eagerly looked her over, not able to decide just what ravishing part of her gorgeous body to settle his sight on.
He slowly climbed over her, resting his cock against her clit and lower stomach as they continued their erotic kissing. He heard her whimper softly as he began to grind against her pink clit, her moisture coating his length and sending her feminine scent straight to his head.
Supporting himself with his elbows, he cupped her breasts in his hands, amazed at the fullness of her flesh as he massaged them in a circular motion, her nipples beading beneath the grips of his thumbs and forefingers while he continued to gyrate against her clit.
When he looked up at her face, Taylor was staring at him, appearing to bite her lower lip in an effort to silence her reaction. The gold flecks in her eyes twinkled in the bright moonlight under lust-heavy eyelids.
“I can’t believe I’m about to make love to the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, or could even imagine.”
Taylor’s eyes widened with surprise. He had to admit he was a little taken aback to see Taylor’s shocked expression. If only she was able to see herself as others did, as he did, she would never suffer from any form of self-doubt.
He felt her body shudder beneath him as he lowered his head and buried his face in her large tits. Much to his delight, Taylor surrendered, begging him as he sucked on her nipples, covering them with his tongue. “Please,” Taylor whispered. “I love you so much. I need you, Brody.”
A growl came from his chest, his patience disappearing with the sound of his name being whispered as he pushed his cock through the lips of her pussy, her wet, hot flesh vacuuming him into a paradise of passion. He painfully bit his tongue very, very hard, hoping to quiet his moans while distracting himself from coming too soon.
* * * *
Taylor fisted the sheets at her sides as Brody impaled her quaking body with his enormous cock. “Ohh, ohh,” she panted uncontrollably. She tried to gather the strength to restrain from being noisy, but despite her best efforts, the moans continued to form in the back of her throat.
“Shut up, baby,” Brody urgently whispered. “You can’t moan like that, or we’ll get caught, okay?”
Taylor nodded apologetically then closed her eyes and tried to focus on remaining silent, struggling to ignore the pangs of sensations coursing through her limbs. But closing her eyes only made her aware of the soft, arousing slapping sounds of his balls spanking her ass cheeks with each forceful thrust. The loud smacking sounds caused another involuntary but inevitable moan to escape from her lips.
“Noisy little thing, aren’t you?” He covered her mouth with his hand.
Taylor didn’t expect the reaction her body had to being lightly gagged. She felt the cream in her pussy drip down to her rosebud at the realization of not being able to make the sounds her voice begged to create.
Brody slowly pumped in and out of her cunt, pushing at the hilt of her channel with each long stroke. Her heels dug into his lower back, and she raked her nails down his shoulders as his dick pumped pure electric ecstasy through her veins.
“Mmm, Taylor, I feel like I’m fucking silk.” Another groan struggled to free itself through Brody’s hand at the music of his whisper. Brody seemed to look around for something, then he finally grabbed the boy shorts that lay beside her. He stuffed the small cotton panties into her gaping, moaning mouth then again covered it with his hand to hold it in place as he continued to thrust inside her. Each thrust brought even stronger tingles to different parts of her heated body. Although she had only worn the panties for a short time after the shower she’d just taken, she could still taste a slight hint of her sweet, musky desire from when Brody was kissing her. The taste drove her wild with hunger for more kink.
Brody breathed heavy in her ear, vowing his love between his exerted pants. “You drive me crazy, Taylor. I could ju
st die right now with my cock buried in this silky little pussy.” Taylor bit down on the bundle of cotton stuffed between her jaws to keep from screaming out Brody’s name.
Taylor breathed harder when Brody began to lightly lick and suckle on her sensitive ear lobe. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Does it feel good, baby? Too bad you can’t make a sound right now,” he teased. The physical control he had over her turned her on beyond belief and had Taylor grinding her clit harder into his pelvis as he roughly plunged into her soaked cunt.
“Lift your arms above your head,” he demanded. She immediately obeyed, loving this game way too much not to. With his left hand still firmly planted on her panty-stuffed mouth, Brody used his right hand to firmly hold down her wrists against the mattress while he continued to thrust his searing rod into her vulnerable body.