by Hamel, B. B.
“Why do you care so much?” I ask her.
“Despite what you may think, our name is worth something. And if that worth is called into question, well.” She hesitates and looks at me for a moment. “But you wouldn’t care about that, would you? You’re too far gone.”
“If you mean, I’m too independent and no longer sucking off the good graces of my parents, then yes.”
She smiles, a vicious little thing. “This is a mistake. That… pathetic girl should be thrown out. But of course, you’ll think with your dick instead of your brain.”
I let out a low growl, unable to help myself, which only seems to please Hannah. She waves and walks out, followed by Collin. He grins at me and shrugs, like he can’t do anything about it.
Lora slips off the couch and walks over. “She’s such a bitch,” she says.
Amber stifles a giggle and I smile. “You shouldn’t say that.”
“I know, but still.” She makes a face. “So stuck up.”
“She’s smart. That worries me.”
“Don’t be worried. Mom and Dad are on your side.”
“For now.”
“Hannah won’t do anything without their approval. Nobody will.” Lora smiles at Amber. “For what it’s worth, I put in a good word for you earlier with Mom. She can be hard to please but she’s not so bad underneath all those layers of upper crust bullshit.”
“Thank you,” Amber says. “Really. I know this is putting you all out and I hate myself for it.”
“Don’t. It’s always so boring around here.” Lora sighs dramatically. “I wish the others would come home. It’s always so much more interesting when we’re all together.”
“You mean, so much more dangerous?”
Lora’s eyes glint. “Exactly. Anyway, see you later.” She waves and walks off.
Her footsteps echo until she’s gone. I turn to Amber, alone in the room with her now.
“Sorry. I know that was… hard.”
“It wasn’t that bad. They’re right, you know.”
“They’re not right. They don’t know you.”
“That’s exactly it.” She puts a hand on my cheek. “You barely know me, too, you know.”
I reach back and take her hair in my fist. “I know you well enough.”
I kiss her softly. When the kiss breaks off, her cheeks are flushed.
“Listen,” she says. “Your family is right. You don’t owe me anything. I’m a liability. I don’t want to… I don’t want to get in the way.”
“They live in a particular world,” I say. “You need to understand that. It isn’t about you… it’s about them. It’s about what they want. Their little bubble.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s their privilege bubble. Nothing touches them there, not normally anyway. And sometimes, something breaks that bubble and forces them to be in the world again. They hate that.”
“I’m breaking their bubble,” she says.
“Right. But they have to learn to deal with that.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine. And I’m here.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I kiss her slow, and this time, I sweep her up off her feet. My heart’s beating hard as I carry her down a hallway. I kick open a closed door and slam it shut behind me, turning the lock until it clicks home.
The room is a lounge. There’s a fireplace, a little bar, and couches with chairs and small tables. There’s a large humidor along one wall. The stink of cigars still hangs in the air, clinging to the fabric.
I carry her to a couch and put her down. I kneel in front of her and kiss her again, tasting her lips.
“Listen,” I whisper. “I’m not letting anything bad happen to you.”
“I’m afraid you can’t stop it, even if you want to.”
I grab her hair again, pull her head back. I kiss her neck. “You don’t know me well enough yet,” I say gently. “But you will. And you won’t think that anymore.”
I kiss her and I can feel her stop resisting.
15
Amber
He slowly slides my jeans off my body and kisses my stomach. The couch I’m on is probably from the eighteenth century or something, based on the way it looks. The whole room is ornate, the only modern thing is the humidor in the corner.
I don’t have time to enjoy the scenery though. He kisses my inner thigh, licks my panties over my wet pussy. “I need you to understand,” he says, pushing my panties aside. His fingers tease me, top to bottom. “I’m not the kind of man to make promises and not follow through.”
“I know. I can…. Ah, I can tell.”
“But you still doubt. I guess I can’t blame you.” He sinks his fingers inside of me and I throw back my head. “But I can change your mind.”
“How?” I groan.
“One day at a time.” He licks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “One orgasm at a time.”
I moan and laugh a little, grabbing his hair. “Okay, this helps.”
He licks me faster, fingers plunging in and out of my tight pussy. I moan as my wet drips down his fingers. He licks it up, lapping me up, licking my clit and sucking it as he fucks me. It feels so good and I can barely control myself as my hips roll. I grab his hair tight and hold on.
He knows what he’s doing. That much is obvious as he makes me feel incredible. I wonder if I’ve ever felt this good before in my life, but I know I haven’t. I’ve never even come close.
It’s not just the way he touches me. That helps, obviously. No, it’s the way he looks at me.
Like I’m all his. Like he owns me.
Like he possesses me.
I like it. I want him to take me, control me, dominate me. I want to be all his.
Because I know he’ll take care of me. Or at least, I know that he’ll try. I believe him when he says he’ll do whatever I need. I believe him and I want more of him, so much more of him.
I groan, my moans getting louder. He keeps going, licking me, sucking me. I want him so badly, I grab his hair and pull him up. I kiss him, tasting my pussy on his lips. I love it, how dirty it is, how filthy. His fingers push deep into me as he bites my lower lip and kisses me some more.
I let him take off my shirt. I let him throw it aside, kiss my neck, unhook my bra. He sucks my nipples, gets them hard, licks them all around. I grab his hair as he fucks me faster with his fingers before I push him back and unbuckle his belt. I take off his jeans, take off his boxer briefs, and take his straight, stiff, thick cock in both hands.
“God, you’re big,” I whisper, feeling stupid for saying it.
He just chuckles and takes my hair. “I know. And you love having every inch of it inside you, don’t you?”
“I really do.” I lick him, top to bottom, before taking him into my mouth.
I suck his cock as he teases my breasts. He growls and groans, and I love the way his baritone voice rumbles his joy. I suck him and taste him, gagging on his cock, trying to take more. I feel desperate and greedy for him, needing every inch, needing him closer.
He grabs my hair and pulls me back. I gasp in pain and he kisses my lips. I stroke him faster with both hands, breasts shaking, body trembling. I’m so tense, so tight. He turns me around, gets me on my hands and knees.
There’s some pain in my leg, but it’s not that bad. He grabs my hair and leans over me. “Tell me if you can’t take it.”
“I can take it.”
He presses his cock against my pussy then sinks himself deep inside me from behind.
I moan as he fills me up. The pain and stiffness in my leg disappears as he starts to fuck me. He’s so big, so massive, and letting him fill me to the brim is incredible. I can barely understand how he even fits.
But he fits, over and over again. He strokes into me, fucking me, teasing my breasts.
“I love your taste, the way you feel,” he whispers. “God, your tight little body. You know you drive me wild. You’re
so fucking sexy.”
“Brent,” I moan. “Oh, god, Brent. Should we be doing this here? Should we be doing this?”
He growls and pulls my hair. “We can do what I want when I want it, my little Amber. You’ll get used to that soon.”
“Yes,” I moan, already giving myself up to him completely. I push back against him, starting to use my sore muscles to flex against his hard strokes. I ride his cock, moving back against him, and he grabs my hips. We fuck in rhythm together, bodies grinding, so wet and gorgeous, so perfect and slick. It feels perfect, his cock buried in between my legs.
He pulls my hair and fucks me. The slap of him against my ass makes me wild and the pleasure of the glow between my legs drives me forward. He gets me closer and closer with each incredible stroke. I don’t know how he does it, but god, it’s so good. He fucks me how he wants it, fucks me and dominates me, gives me what I need without having to be shown or explained. He knows me, knows my body, reads me like I’m a medical textbook.
He slows, teases my clit, purrs in my ear. “Can you take more?” he asks. “Can you handle more?”
“I can handle whatever you give me,” I say.
He laughs and fucks me. He slaps my ass hard, spanks me hard, making me moan with pain and pleasure. He grabs my hair and pushes me down into the couch. He thrusts into me, railing into my tight pussy, taking me, controlling me, holding me.
I moan his name. I say it like a song. I whisper it, pant it, groan it. I need it, need him, every inch of him stroking in and out of my wet pussy, driving me wild, driving me closer.
He pulls back and turns me around. I lie on my back, the tension and pain in my leg disappearing. I let out a little groan of relief. He smirks and licks my pussy, top to bottom, licking and sucking my clit before spreading my legs wide and sinking himself inside.
He kisses me again as he fucks me. I take him nice and deep and moan. He licks my nipples, my neck. He teases my breasts and fucks me faster, gaining momentum. I take him nice and deep and moan his name, groan it. He doesn’t stop, fucking me faster, taking me, grinding into me, making my body tense with pleasure and need and intense desire.
I feel so close. I moan his name, whisper it to him. I moan and grind my hips against his. I let him thrust and take me, fucking me wild, fucking me raw. I bite his lip and he bites a nipple, pulls my hair. I dig my nails into his back as he takes me faster, faster, rougher, harder.
“Oh, god, yes,” I pant. “Oh, god.”
“Come for me, Amber,” he growls. “Come on my big cock. Go ahead. I need it, you dirty girl.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan and I feel it take me over. Every inch of me goes stiff as I come, my body tense, pleasure rushing through me. I can barely control myself as I feel blood rushing all over me, all up to my skull, making me dizzy with it. I come hard, an explosive orgasm ripping through me like waves and waves of pleasure and pleasure.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me faster, growling, an animal in heat. I take him over and over until I feel him spurt inside of me. He fills me up, comes hard, his body tense and beautiful, both of us sweating. He finishes and I end up wrapped in his arms on the couch, a stupid smile on my face.
I feel like I’m floating, like I’m lighter than light.
“Why do you think your cousin hates me?” I ask.
He laughs. “I don’t want to talk about my cousin right after fucking you.”
“I know.” I shift and turn around to face him. He kisses me and palms my breasts. I like that he still wants to look at my body, even seconds after coming inside of me. His eyes drink me in and I can tell he likes what he sees. I feel him stirring against my thigh already. “Easy boy.”
“Can’t help myself. You’re fucking perfect.”
I kiss him. “Answer the question.”
“I’m trying very hard not to think about that.”
“Brent.”
He sighs. “Look, Hannah is just… she’s smart. But she’s also deep in that bubble I mentioned.”
“That doesn’t really explain it.”
“I’m sorry I can’t explain it to your satisfaction then.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously. They’re your cousins, right? They’re not core family.”
“Technically, they are core. Their father is a Lofthouse, just like mine is.”
“But your dad’s the older one, right?”
“True.”
“And he’s sort of like… in control.”
“Well. Sort of.”
I shift against him. I let him look at my breasts for a second, smiling. “Come on. Think.”
“Look, she’s an asshole. What else can I say?”
“You said she’s smart.”
“Yes, she’s smart. She doesn’t want people snooping around the family.”
“But… why?”
“Because… we’re secretive?” He frowns slightly. “I’ve never thought about this before, if I’m honest. I was just brought up not to talk about my family or my family’s wealth. It’s just not done.”
“In particular, I could tell she wanted me out of here. I think something’s up there.”
“You could be right.” He chews his lip as his eyes look at my body again. “You’re really fucking distracting.” He palms my breasts and licks a nipple.
I laugh and push him off. I sit up and grab my bra, putting it on.
He groans. “Don’t torture me.”
“I’m not. I’m putting you out of your misery. It’s for your own good.”
“I’ll just think about it.”
“Then think all you want.” I grab my shirt, put it on, then go about finding my panties. He just lies there, half hard, watching me. I get dressed then sit back down and kiss him, throwing his boxer briefs in his face.
He laughs and puts them on. “You’re the worst.”
“No, I think you are.”
“Please. You like that I’m already getting hard for you. You’re only dodging because you couldn’t take it a second time.” He sits up and kisses me. “But we’ll get that.”
I bite my lip. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
I kiss him. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” I get up and look around. “Unfortunately, you left my cane in the other room.”
He stretches. “Oh, that’s a shame. I guess we’ll have to stay in here and figure out how to amuse ourselves.”
“Nope. Pick me up, big man. I want to shower and take a nap so I can forget about this awful day.”
“Yes, mistress.” He grins at me. “Whatever you wish.”
I wink at him. He finishes dressing then scoops me up again like I’m nothing. He kisses me.
“Your chariot awaits,” he says.
I laugh and he carries me out of the room.
16
Brent
We both sleep like the dead.
It feels good to wake up fully rested with a beautiful woman in my bed. I kiss her gorgeous curving spine and palm her tight ass. She sits and grins at me and I slip out of bed. “Morning,” I say.
“Morning yourself.” She eyes me as I walk to the bathroom.
I’m still naked from the night before.
I smile as I brush my teeth. I take a quick shower. When I get out, she’s still in bed, but wearing an old t-shirt and shorts.
“That’s a shame,” I say.
“What is?”
“You put on clothes.”
She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling. “We can’t be naked all the time.”
“Like I said. That’s a shame.”
She sighs dramatically then gets up to use the bathroom. She showers while I call down to Archie, asking for breakfast to be brought to the room. When she’s out, the tray arrives with coffee, eggs, toast, and jam.
We eat, sitting on the couches. I kick my feet up and sip the coffee.
“Okay,” I say, “I have to admit, I did miss some things about being home.”
“It’s not that bad.” She grins at me. “You
have room service.”
“It’s absurd, I know.”
“But amazing.” She sips her coffee and cocks her head. “So I have to ask. What’s the plan?”
“Plan?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Well, we can’t just spend forever in bed, can we?”
“Oh, darling Amber. I think we definitely could.”
She laughs and waves me off. “Come on. Eventually, we have to deal with my dad. He’s not just going to go away.”
I nod slowly. “I know. I’ve been thinking about that.”
“And?”
“And I’m working on it.”
“So you have no clue.”
I laugh and stretch. “I’m working on it.”
“Okay, okay.”
“For now, we’ll hang tight. I’ll figure something out.”
“I’m just worried we don’t have long.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know how long your parents are going to let me stay here.”
I make a face. “That’s true. But I think we’ll have some more time at least.”
“I hope so.”
He gets up and walks over. He leans down and kisses me when there’s a knock at the door.
He hesitates then answers it. Lora rushes into the room.
“Okay, hi, good morning,” she says, looking around. “This place is a wreck. What did you two do? Never mind, gross, don’t want to know.”
“Lora,” I say.
“Right, hey, sorry.” She puts her laptop on the coffee table and flips it open. “I hate to do this again, buuut…”
She opens up cnn.com and clicks a link.
I read the headline out loud. “Texas Millionaire Searches for Lost Daughter.”
Amber groans.
“There’s more.” Lora scrolls down and hits play on a video.
It’s from a morning show on CNN. The video shows Samuel Gibbins, wearing a cowboy hat and a frown, speaking with an anchor.
“Samuel, your daughter’s missing. Can you tell us about that?”
“Yes, I sure can. She was taken in by a boy, you know, that old story. His name’s Brent Lofthouse. I sure hope folks have seen my ad about it.”