by B. B. Hamel
“It’s not about that,” she said. “This place is just gross.”
She had a point, but I wasn’t going to agree with her.
We got a room from the kid working the desk and headed back up to our room. It was a good spot, in the very back corner facing the parking lot.
We got inside and instantly Piper went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and sighed. “Hot water,” she said.
“We’re not in a third world country.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “But I haven’t had a good shower in too long now.”
“We need to get some new clothes, too,” I admitted.
“We really do.”
“Tomorrow morning we’ll stop in town and get some stuff.”
“Okay. But for now, I’m showering.” I watched as she took her shirt off and stepped out of her pants. She was fucking gorgeous in just a bra and panties and she stepped out of my line of sight toward the shower.
I was hard as fuck before I even knew it. All I needed was one look at her body and I knew what I wanted. She was gorgeous with curves in all the right places, and instantly I forgot about all my issues and problems. The only thing I wanted was her body, and I had to have it.
I stood and walked into the bathroom. I leaned against the towel rack.
“Gates?”
“I’m here,” I grunted.
“You startled me.”
“I guess I make you nervous.”
“That’s not it. I’m just on edge.”
“I know,” I said. “You’re on edge around me. I get it.”
She laughed and looked out from behind the shower curtain. I smirked at her and crossed my arms.
“You’re not so scary, you know.”
“You think so?”
“Nope. You’re a big teddy bear.”
“Didn’t you watch this teddy bear kill a guy earlier?”
“Who knows what I saw.”
“You should be a little afraid of me, Piper. I’m not a good man.”
“Why would you say that?”
“I’ve done things. I’ve seen things. I’m a killer.”
She went quiet for a second then shook her head and disappeared back into the shower. “I don’t care about that.”
“Maybe you should. I’m a bad man.”
“You’re not. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re doing for me if you were.”
“I just want something from you, that’s all.”
“What do you want?”
“You,” I said simply. “I want you. I want your lips wrapped around my cock. I want that wet pussy against my tongue. I want to hear you say my name again and again.”
“Is that all you want?”
“Maybe it is,” I said. “And you wouldn’t complain if it were. Because you’re dripping wet in there right now, and I don’t mean from the shower.”
“Gates,” she said.
“Go ahead. Pretend like you don’t have one hand between your legs right now, touching yourself as I talk.”
“No,” she said, but I heard it, that throaty whisper of pleasure.
“You dirty fucking girl. Go ahead and rub your nice little clit. My cock is fucking rock hard for you.”
“I’m not.” She let out a soft gasp.
“Think about your legs spread wide, your ass up in the air. I’ll take your hips and pin you down, hold you there. I can do whatever I want with your soaking little pussy, and the first thing I do is press two fingers deep inside of you. I fuck your cunt like that, pressing you down into the bed.”
I heard another soft gasp and a stifled moan, and I knew what she was doing. I stripped off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, my own cock hard as fuck. I began to softly stroke myself.
“Just as I get you close, I’ll pull your hands behind your back and make you beg for it. I’ll make you tell me how badly you love cock, how badly you need me to fuck your tight pussy until you scream. I’ll make you admit to all the dirty fucking thoughts you have, because we both know you’re a filthy fucking girl.”
“I am,” she moaned. “I am filthy, Gates.”
“Once you’ve begged enough and you’re a quivering mess under my hands, only then will I let you take my big fucking cock. I’ll take your wrists and rip into your pussy, fuck you deep and break you. I won’t show you an ounce of fucking mercy, Piper, because you’re mine. You’re my fucking girl.”
She gasped and moaned, and I knew she was working herself. Desire surged through my body and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I threw open the curtain. Her back was pressed to the wall, her right hand between her legs, her left hand cupping her breast. She was rubbing herself with this look of pure lust on her face. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her from the shower, pinning her up against the sink. I kissed her hard, my cock between her legs. She dripped water all over the place, and I loved it.
My fingers found her soaking pussy as I pushed them deep inside of her. She gasped as I slowly moved them in and out, fucking her tight pussy with my fingers. She was so fucking tight but so soaking wet that it was easy to make her gasp and moan.
I took her hips and spun her around. She braced herself against the mirror as I lifted one leg. I pressed my cock against her pussy and pushed my lips against her ear.
“Were you touching your own fucking pussy in there thinking about me?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she said. “I was. I was being so dirty.”
“Do you want me to take you and fuck you however I want? Make you mine and destroy you?”
“Yes, please,” she begged. “I’ve been a filthy girl. Please, Gates, fuck me.”
I slapped her ass and pulled her hair. “You need to be punished. You need to have your pussy spread wide open and fucked.”
“Yes,” she moaned, and I knew she was putty in my hands.
That was when I gave her what she wanted.
I pressed my cock deep inside of her, one easy and clean thrust. I filled that pussy up and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. I groaned as I began to fuck her, rough and without mercy.
I was like an animal rutting her, fucking from behind. My body began to sweat in the heat from the shower, but that only made me want to fuck her harder. I put her leg down and bent her lower, slapping her ass. I loved the red palm prints I left on her perfect round cheek. I did it again, and again, until she asked for another.
I took her hair, pulling her head back, and thrust deep inside of her. I was destroying her tight pussy, dominating her small body. She was tiny compared to me, and that was what I liked. She wanted my big cock to take her deep and wide, make her the dirty fucking girl we both knew she was.
I grabbed her and turned her around. I easily lifted her onto the sink, spreading her legs wide. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I pressed myself deep inside of her again. I took her breasts into my palms and squeezed her nipples, teasing her. I bit her lip as I began to slide in and out of her, fucking her deep, her legs spread for me.
“Gates,” she gasped. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close.”
I took her by the chin and slid my hand to her throat. I didn’t squeeze, but I held her there as I fucked her deep. “You want to come?” I asked.
“Please,” she begged.
“You’re not ready,” I said, fucking her rougher. I began to work her clit with my other thumb. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Oh god,” she gasped. “Gates.”
“You dirty fucking girl. You really can’t hold back. You’re too much of a slut to stop yourself from coming on my big dick.”
“Fuck me, Gates,” she said. “Oh shit, fuck me deep.”
My cock rocked deep inside of her, pressing her against the glass of the mirror. “Come for me, you filthy fucking girl,” I said.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, and I felt her whole body tense. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice as her eyes rolled back.
She came hard and I continued to fuck her, working her clit. I
wasn’t going to show her any mercy, wasn’t going to hold back. I needed this, needed to destroy her, dominate her, make her fucking mine. I could feel my own orgasm building up, building as the pleasure and intensity mounted.
Her orgasm slowly ended and she bit her lip, dripping wet and staring at me.
I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my cock back and jerked it fast, coming in thick spurts all up along her chest. I covered her stomach and breasts with my hot cum, grunting and groaning the whole time.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Come for me, Gates. Come for me.”
“Oh fuck.” I came hard, the orgasm destroying my mind, making everything blank except for her.
Nothing mattered but Piper. I loved coming on her perfect fucking tits.
Slowly, the orgasm passed. I helped her down from the counter and we got into the shower together.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her like that as the water washed us both clean. I was suddenly exhausted, more tired than I’d ever been before. We held each other, not saying a word, because we didn’t need to say anything. We both knew what the other was thinking somehow, or maybe we didn’t, maybe it just didn’t matter.
It was comfortable and right. After all the shit that had happened, that was what I needed in that moment. Piper was mine, and Piper was right. She was comfort.
I had to hold on to that.
19
Piper
We finished our shower and I felt more relaxed in that moment than I had in a very, very long time. Even before all of this madness happened, I never really relaxed. Life was always hectic, and my job didn’t make it easy. I was a public personality, and I was constantly judged by people for my looks. It was exhausting, always living up to what people wanted from me.
But with Gates, all of that was gone. None of it mattered. The doubt and the uncertainty in the back of my mind was completely gone. There were no voices, no deep insecurities, nothing. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was at peace.
I sat at the edge of the queen-sized bed with a towel wrapped around my middle. Gates stood in the doorway of the bathroom and dried his hair as I absently flicked through the television channels.
“Anything good?” he asked.
“Never is,” I said. “And I can never find anything at hotels. It’s like they make these channels up.”
“They probably still get it beamed through an antenna.”
I laughed. “Isn’t that, like, illegal or something?”
“Probably, but look around. We’re probably sleeping on an asbestos block.”
“Oh god. Don’t joke.”
“I never joke.” He grabbed his boxer briefs from the ground and slipped them back on, tossing the towel onto the floor in the bathroom.
“This place is grimy, but it’s not that bad.”
“I know. At least I’m here.”
“Not what I meant. It’s not all about you, Gates.”
“Sure it is. What else is there to do around here?”
“I don’t know. Cow tipping? Cow milking? Cow races. Anything cow-related, really.”
“It’s more than just cows around here. There are also pigs, goats, all manner of livestock.”
I laughed. “So exciting. Fortunately, I love animals.”
“You do?”
“Sure. Dogs are the best. I had a lab when I was a kid.”
“I always wanted a lab. They’re such good dogs.”
I felt a little surprised that Gates liked animals, but I couldn’t exactly say why. Just because he was tough didn’t mean he couldn’t like dogs. Everyone liked dogs, or at least they did in my mind.
As I went to make some comment about his love of livestock and all things farming, he suddenly went completely still. I swallowed my comment just as I went to speak it and cocked my head, staring at him.
“Gates?”
He held up a hand and I stopped short. Something was wrong, really wrong. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed his gun, holding it loosely as he crept toward the door. I stood up, holding tightly onto my towel and backed toward the bathroom. He glanced at me and nodded at the bathroom door.
I got the idea. I pulled it shut, though not all the way. I wanted to be able to see what was going on.
He turned his attention back to the door. He was moving in a deliberate and controlled manner, the same way he moved when Randy showed up back at the cabin. I felt a thrill in my stomach watching him, though that thrill was tempered by fear. I couldn’t tell if I was afraid of whatever was out there or if I was afraid of him.
Gates was dangerous. It was so easy for me to forget that when he was protecting me, but the man was wild and deadly. I couldn’t let myself forget that, or else I might risk getting hurt. I should shut the door and close my eyes, hope that he could handle it and pray that whatever happened to me happened fast if he couldn’t, but I knew I wouldn’t step away. I had to see what he was going to do. I had to see him, all of him, even the terrifying bits.
Suddenly, the window exploded in a shower of glass shards.
Gates stumbled back, gun outstretched. It took me a second to realize that someone threw a chair through the front window. The chair was laying on the ground in the middle of a pile of glass. The door suddenly bulged, barely being held on by the chains and locks.
A man jumped in through the broken window. Gates fired his gun, a screaming tear of noise in the small room. I couldn’t pull myself from the door though my heart was beating fast. The man was hit but he kept coming. Gates was knocked back as the man shoved into him, toppling both their bodies to the ground.
Gates’s gun went off twice more before I saw him rear back and smash the butt of the weapon down. I couldn’t see the man on the floor, but Gates hit him again and again, and I knew the man wasn’t going to survive that.
The door finally broke free and flew open. Gates fired at it, but the person there moved back. Gates fired a few more shots before running out of ammunition. He stood and charged the door just as the man stepped through.
The man fired and I saw blood spray from Gates’s arm. Gates smashed into the man, grabbing his gun arm and wrenching it back. The man dropped the gun as they fought viciously.
Gates’s opponent was tall and slim but he looked mean. He snapped out at Gates with deadly punches which Gates seemed to easily block and dodge. Gates was a deadly god, and although there was blood dripping down his right arm, he was forcing the man back.
Gates landed a square punch to the man’s jaw. His head snapped back as Gates moved forward, slamming him against the wall. Gates brought his knee up, smashing into the man’s stomach, and then Gates rammed his skull down against the man’s nose. Blood sprayed out and he screamed.
Gates smashed his head into him again and again then let the man go. The man dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his battered face.
He wasn’t moving, but Gates kicked him hard in the throat anyway.
Gates stood there, surveying the scene. The window was smashed and the door was broken in. One body was bleeding there on the floor, unmoving, and the other was out of sight behind the bed. I assumed he was just as bad off.
Gates seemed to take a deep breath and suddenly come back to himself. He looked around, blinking for a second, and then stalked over to the bathroom door. He pushed it open.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, completely numb. I couldn’t speak.
“Get dressed. I’m pulling the truck around.”
He turned and left the room.
Tentative, I stepped out of the bathroom. The two men weren’t moving. I checked on the one behind the bed and his face was as smashed to bits as I assumed it would be, or maybe worse.
I found my clothes and got dressed. I found my money and made sure it was safe in my pocket. I quickly left that room and didn’t look back.
I’d never experienced violence like that before. Sure, I saw Tony kill those guys, but he shot them. Gates was
like a wild animal, fighting against two armed opponents and winning. He fought them hand to hand and killed them both, using his own skull as a weapon.
Gates was a walking killer. He was a sharpened knife looking for a body to lodge himself into.
That terrified me.
I had to remind myself that Gates was on my side, that he killed to save me. Gates killed those men because he had to do it to keep me safe. No other reason. It was my fault that Gates was even involved in this at all.
He never asked for more violence, and yet he was getting plenty of it. All because of me.
He was sitting in the truck when I got down the steps. I hopped into the passenger side and he peeled out, tearing onto the main road and driving away.
We were silent for a while. I didn’t know what to say to him, and he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk. Finally, I looked at him and noticed the blood still dripping down his arm.
“Gates,” I said. “You’re shot.”
“It’s fine,” he grunted. “Just winged me.”
“You’re bleeding. You need a hospital.”
“No,” he said. “Cops will be looking in the hospitals.”
“We need to stop the bleeding.”
“It’s fine. The bullet just scraped me.”
“Gates. We have to get you help.”
He suddenly pulled the car over. We were on a lonely farm road out in the middle of nowhere. We pulled off into a field with not another soul in sight. I hadn’t even seen another car since we left the motel.
“Fine,” he said. He grabbed his shirt and tore a strip from it. “Bandage me.”
I stared at him and then set my jaw, determined to help. I turned the overhead light on and got a close look at his arm.
He was right, the bullet hadn’t actually gone into him. It just cut his arm fairly deep. I thought he might need stitches, but I wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. We didn’t have a needle and thread.
I wrapped the strip of cloth around his arm.
“Tighter,” he grunted.
I wrapped it tighter and then tied it off. He nodded, looking out the front windshield.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.”