by Harley Stone
I snaked my arm around her and pulled her onto my lap. She curled into my chest and started sobbing. Patting her back, I assured her, “You’re protecting your kid. That’s never wrong. This Nate asshole could very well be responsible for their deaths. You did the right thing by getting out of there.
“If he’s responsible, then so am I,” she whispered.
“How the fuck do you figure?” I asked, pulling back so I could see her face.
She raised her chin and stared me down. “Because I should have told Nate from the beginning that I wasn’t interested in him, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I didn’t want him to hurt me. If he killed Robbie and Becca because I allowed him to think Robbie was cheating on me with my best friend, that’s on me.”
“If he killed them, he’s a goddamn murderer and a psychopath. You can’t possibly believe you’re responsible for some nutjob’s actions. Sorry, dove, but you are not that powerful.”
She stared at me, her expression angry.
I wiped the tears from beneath her eyes. “You need to stop beating yourself up over this. I don’t care if you’re safe, Carly. I don’t care if this maniac shows up on my doorstep. Shit, I wish he would. You and me, we’ve got something here, and you’re not living in fear of this asshole.”
Carly
WASP HELD ME while I cried.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone did that. It was probably Becca, after I’d found out I was pregnant with Trent. I’d felt so afraid and alone, and I didn’t know what to do or how I could be a mom when I’d never even had one. I didn’t know it, but even then Becca was in love with Robbie. She kept her feelings bottled and helped me face the reality of being a homeless, pregnant high school student.
And because of me, Becca was dead.
Regardless of Wasp’s assurances, I couldn’t help but feel responsible for their deaths.
“You haven’t heard from Nate since you left your hometown, have you?” Wasp asked, brushing my hair back from my face.
I was a mess of tears and didn’t want him to see me, so I leaned forward to let it curtain my face once again. “No. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going and haven’t contacted anyone back home since leaving. I’ve been careful. I even told Flint and Mike, my boss at the coffee shop, that I had a psycho ex who worked in the sheriff’s department, so they wouldn’t pull a background check. It felt like a bit much, because I don’t think Nate would drive all this way to mess with me, but I don’t know.”
“How far? Where are you from?”
I hesitated, but I’d already told Wasp enough that he could find out if he really wanted to. I’d chosen to trust him, which meant divulging all my secrets. “Silver City, Idaho.”
“That’s a bit of a drive, but you might have a problem now. That asshole from the parking lot filed a police report.”
“Yep.” And I’d been stressing about it ever since, wondering if Nate would show up on my doorstep. I kept checking his social media every day, and so far, he seemed to still be in Idaho.
“I’m gonna put one of the prospects on you. He’ll hang back and you won’t know he’s there, but I want you to have protection in case this guy shows up and tries something.”
“One of the prospects for what?” I asked.
“For the Dead Presidents. Someone who wants to join the club. We make them a prospect first to see if they’re member material. They’re always looking for shit to do, trying to find ways to prove themselves. Since they’re all trained ex-servicemen, bodyguard duty is perfect.”
“You want to give me a bodyguard?” I asked.
“It’ll be more like a loan, dove.” He smirked. “You can’t keep him.”
“A bodyguard seems like a bit much. I’m not exactly a high priority, Wasp. I’m the kid whose own mom didn’t want her, remember?”
“Stop that.” He squeezed me to him. “You use the fact that you were abandoned like a shield to keep everyone away, but it has no power against me, because I want you, and nothing in your past can change that. All the shit you’ve told me has just proved that you’re a strong, independent, really rad chick that I really want to get to know better. You’re not pushing me away, so you might as well stop trying.”
I was still processing that he wanted me and that he’d used the word ‘rad’ when Wasp’s lips brushed against mine. He was soft and gentle, almost worshiping my lips as if they were sacred. He didn’t take, he asked, his tongue sweeping the seam of my mouth. I knew I should shut him down, should end this before it went too far, but he wanted me, and I wanted him. The past few weeks had been amazing, and I loved the way he made me forget all the messed-up shit in my past and actually enjoy the present.
Wasp made me laugh.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I opened my mouth, inviting him in. His tongue darted past my teeth to tangle with mine. Heat pooled between my legs as his hands rubbed my back before dipping to land on my ass. He stood, cradling me in his arms. Without breaking the kiss, he carried me into his bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he set me down and released my mouth.
“If you don’t want this, tell me now. The spare bedroom is still an option.”
His voice was even deeper than usual, huskier, it made all my parts tingle with anticipation. Throwing my arms around his neck, I replied, “Trent kicks in his sleep.”
Wasp’s hungry gaze made me feel faint as he stripped off my blouse and tossed it aside before his lips found mine again. We kissed, and he undid my shorts and tugged them down. Feeling like I had some catching up to do, I yanked his T-shit over his head and dropped it on the floor before attacking his jeans.
Chuckling, Wasp helped me undress him. Before I knew it, we were both naked, staring at each other in openmouthed wonder. His body was so damn fine, I didn’t know where to look first: his chiseled chest and arms, the sacred V that led down to his giant bobbing cock, or the giant bobbing cock itself. But no matter how hot his body was, what really did me in, were his eyes. His heated gaze set my body on fire, making me feel special, wanted, desired.
I loved the way Wasp looked at me.
But then I remembered the stretch marks on my stomach and dropped my hands and wrapped them around myself.
“Don’t cover up,” he said, gently lowering my hands. “Your body’s perfect.”
I wanted to argue, but he didn’t give me the chance. His lips were back on mine and he was shuffling us toward the bed. My heart leapt into my throat as my nerves kicked in, reminding me how awkward my few sexual encounters had been. Wasp was clearly some sort of expert and my inexperience would be glaringly obvious.
“Don’t tense up,” he said, massaging my back. “Relax. Enjoy this. I’m gonna make you feel really good.”
He lowered me to the bed, lying me on my back, and kissed my neck and collarbone before drifting down to suck a nipple into his hot mouth. I gasped at the contact, arching my back to get closer. The vibration of his laughter only heightened the experience. He switched nipples, softly running his hands down my sides before grabbing my hips.
His magical lips left a trail of heat that zigzagged down my stomach. Wetness pooled between my legs, drenching me in desire for more of him. His lips kept traveling south and as soon as they hit my pelvic bone, I panicked.
“Stop,” I said, sitting up.
Wasp pushed himself up and looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I was just getting to the good part. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I… I want you inside of me.”
He looked disappointed. “Can’t I taste you first?”
My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Rain check?” I asked.
His gaze swept over my labia and he licked his lips. “You don’t want me to go down on you?”
I did, but I didn’t. Certain it would feel amazing, I was too self-conscious to let him try. “Not this time. Come up here.”
Wasp eyed me, but he eventually relented, climbing back up my body until we were once again face to face
. “You don’t have to be nervous or shy around me. Your body is fine as fuck. You should let me explore it.”
“Maybe next time.”
“Holdin’ you to that.” His lips once again landed on mine. His tongue tempted and teased, making all sorts of naughty promises about what he could do elsewhere. Stealing the breath from my lungs, he robbed me of all inhibitions until desperation for friction had me raising my hips to grind against his hard cock.
“You want me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I trailed kissed down his jaw to his chin, once again bucking my hips into him. “Please.”
He grabbed a condom from the top of his night stand and slid it over his cock. I watched, fascinated by the size and the way his dick lurched every time he stroked it. Positioning himself at my entrance he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down, watching as his cock eased inside me. The pressure drew a gasp from my throat.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “It’s been a while.”
“I can tell. You’re so fuckin’ tight, I can barely get in.” He pulled out a little before sliding deeper in. “Tell me if it hurts.”
It did hurt, but it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. “More.”
He went deeper still. He wasn’t even in all the way and he filled me so completely, I was riding the border of pleasure and pain, unable to feel where I ended, and he began. Deeper, he pushed. Closing my eyes, I focused on the desire as I ran my fingers down the hard ridges of his back. Pain ebbed away, leaving behind nothing but pleasure. He felt so good, so welcome, I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him and keep him there.
“So fuckin’ tight,” Wasp breathed, lowering himself so his chest was against mine. “Your pussy keeps clenching me like that, and I’m gonna come.” Holding still, buried deep inside me, he took a deep breath and waited.
I could feel him pulsing. The heady, slightly metallic scent of him flooded my senses, making me crazy. Needing more, I wiggled.
His eyes widened. “Shit. This doesn’t usually happen, dove, but your pussy… It’s taking all my control not to fuck you, but I know the second I start moving, I’m gonna come. So, I need you to hold still. Just give me another minute to adjust.”
Wiggling would make him lose control? Determined to test that theory out, I squeezed him inside of me and shifted my hips.
Wasp hissed.
Sweat dampened his forehead. He was trying so hard to keep it together. I gave him another little squeeze.
“Carly, you’ve gotta stop. You feel too damn good.”
I’d never felt so powerful in my life. Buzzed from the beers and drunk off the idea that I could bring Wasp to his knees, I giggled.
His steel grey eyes locked on me. “Ah, you think this is funny, do you?”
I clamped my mouth shut and tried to shake my head no, but a throaty laugh slipped out.
“You do think it’s funny. Payback’s a bitch, you know. Keep that up and I’ll torture you with my cock until you’re begging me to let you come.”
I squeezed him again. “Not if I make you come first.” More laughter. I couldn’t control myself. It was a competition now.
“Fuck! It’s been months, and I’m not used to going without. Your pussy is so tight and hot it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.”
Giving him another squeeze, I said, “So, come.”
“Nope. Not until you do.”
He dropped his head and took another deep breath. When his gaze met mine, his eyes looked darker, his expression, hungrier. He kissed my neck before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Teeth grazed my skin, heightening my sensitivity. He rolled my other nipple between his fingers, massaging, squeezing, sending more heat between my legs.
“Your body is so responsive,” he said. “I can feel every reaction and it’s all just making me harder.”
Finally, he began to move, slowly pumping in and out of me. I wanted more. I needed him to go harder and deeper. Bucking my hips against his, I tried to force him to speed up.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong? You want something?”
“Yes. Fuck me,” I panted.
He grabbed my right ass cheek, tilting it toward him, and picked up the pace, pumping in and out of me as I was helpless to do anything but lie there with half my ass in the air. He kept at it until I was moaning, and my body was trembling.
“Come for me, Carly,” he said with a grunt. “I want to see you unravel.”
I spread my legs wider, welcoming his assault, taking him even deeper. The spot he kept hitting had sparked my release, and it was only a matter of time before it caught fire and engulfed me.
Again and again, he battered my pussy, the friction burning me from within.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes,” he grunted. “That’s it. Come for me.”
As he pounded into me, my core raged. I cried out, but Wasp’s mouth landed on mine, capturing the sound. His cock pulsed, and he grunted as he came, collapsing on top of me as we both fought to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” he said against my skin.
“Is that good or bad?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Your pussy is like a drug. It’s like crack, one hit, and I’m addicted. I gotta go clean up and grab more condoms because I’m gonna need to hit that again.” He pulled out of me and headed toward the bathroom.
I stared after his firm, fine ass, wondering if he was being serious. Were pussies really different? Did one feel better than another? I had no idea, but I loved the idea of him being addicted to mine. I could go for more mind-blowing orgasms like that.
Wasp returned and collapsed on the bed beside me. He hadn’t brought in condoms with him, so he must have been joking. I had no idea what to do, so I rolled out of bed. Immediately feeling light headed, I leaned against the bed and waited for the rush of blood to pass.
“You okay?” he asked.
“My ears are ringing,” I replied. “Is that normal?”
He smirked. “With me, it is.”
Shaking my head, I bent to retrieve my shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting dressed. I should probably go sleep in the other room.”
He bolted upright, his expression unreadable. “Why?”
“I don’t know. This is your bedroom and Trent could wake up in the middle of the night.”
Wasp rolled out of bed and circled around, all his naked glory blocking the path to the door. “Stay. Please?”
His hands landed on my shoulders, and I was powerless to resist his touch. I leaned into it, and he settled me back in bed and stretched out beside me, one leg over mine as if he was holding me in place and making sure I didn’t leave. The calloused fingers of a mechanic gently swept over my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“I meant what I said, I want more of you.”
I wanted more of him, too, so I nodded.
“Why wouldn’t you let me taste you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m just not into that.”
He snorted. “Then you haven’t had it done right.”
Actually, I hadn’t had it done at all.
Wasp must have heard my silent confession, because he propped himself up on one elbow and met my gaze. “Has anyone ever licked your pussy?”
The way he said it was so hot, it made me almost want his tongue on me. “No.”
“Then how do you know you don’t like it?”
Wasp’s bedroom window was open, and a comfortable breeze barely kept the summer heat at bay. My skin was hot and flush after what we’d just done, but I suddenly felt the need to cover up. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it over myself, wishing I could slink away and not have this conversation.
“It’s stupid.” And it would make me sound even more inexperienced than the question about my ears ringing. “Not even worth talking about.”
“Tell me,” he said, dipping a hand in the sheet so he could tug it down to reveal my breasts. “Your tits are amazing. Don’t hide them from me.”
He bent and flicked his tongue over one nipple. “Now talk.”
I could tell he wasn’t going to let up until I told him. “Promise not to laugh.”
“I never laugh about oral. I’m not a complete monster.”
Right. Of course not. “My freshman year of high school, this senior, Luke, was dating a junior, Ally. Luke told his buddies that he went down on her after one of the games and she tasted like Cool Ranch Doritos.”
He stared at me, barely blinking, before throwing his head back and roaring with laughter.
I socked him right in the middle of his perfect abs. “You are a monster! You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
Capturing my wrists in his big strong hands, he only laughed harder.
I glared at him. “I don’t think you understand how mortifying this was, or how promises work.”
“You didn’t warn me it would be this outrageous. You won’t let me go down on you because you’re afraid you’ll taste like chips. I can’t help it, that shit’s fuckin’ funny.”
“No, it was awful. You know how small-town schools are; that rumor spread like wildfire. The flavor of Ally’s vajayjay practically made the news. Some of the guys even taped chip bags all over her locker. Ally was a total bitch, but I felt bad for her. I mean, her coochie will forever be associated with chips.”
“Stop,” Wasp was holding his side, still laughing. “You’re only making it funnier.”
Now that I said the story out loud, it did sound pretty ridiculous. I’d let high school drama that wasn’t even about me taint my view of oral sex. “It was traumatizing,” I defended. Laughter bubbled up inside me, so I had to close my mouth, trying to keep it bottled.
“You’re trying not to laugh, but it’s funny as shit,” Wasp said. “Cool Ranch Doritos. God, Carly, I’ve gotta tell the guys about this.”
“Don’t you dare!” I said, appalled.
He attacked me with his fingers, tickling my sides until I was shrieking and lurching away from him. “Stop! Stop! We’re gonna wake up Trent!”
Wasp’s lips landed back on mine, silencing my protests. His fingers softened, then started caressing my skin. Sighing, I relaxed and let him have his way with me. And this time, when his kisses drifted down my stomach, I didn’t stop him.