The Accident Curse

by Foster Bridget Cassidy

  I sucked in a breath, and let it out in a burst.

  He entered another finger and I felt a stretching inside. I wanted so bad to see his brown eyes light up as he worked me. I wanted to watch my lust transferred into his gaze. It would have been so much better then.

  A third finger joined the others and I gasped.

  “Too much?” he asked breathlessly.

  “No,” I managed to get out. “Feels so good.”

  His face came close to my ear as he bent over me. “I’m gonna get you ready like this, first. Then we’ll switch it up. I’ll give you everything you want, Marty.”

  His fingers left me feeling empty, but a moment later, the head of his cock pressed at my asshole. He’d done a perfect job of prepping me, and he sank right inside.

  “God,” he said. “Fits like a glove.”

  I grunted in agreement.

  Then he pulled out.

  My eyes popped open and I glanced at him over my shoulder. “What are you…?”

  He grasped my shoulder and spun me around forcefully. Again, I was pressed up against the wall as Colten claimed my lips. I caved before his passion, my hands raising to his hair and taking root.

  Colten put his arms around me and lifted me up.

  I had only a moment to gasp in surprise before his intentions became clear. With the wall for leverage, he positioned me between it and himself. After a few seconds of shuffling me around, he pulled me down onto his cock. From this angle, it felt even better. His hands supported my waist as the wall supported my back.

  “How’s this?” he asked roughly.

  I wrapped my legs tightly around him and my arms grasped his neck. “Perfect. Now fuck me.”

  He complied.

  My shoulders slid against the wall as Colten thrust upward. He filled me up more than I imagined. Though I was tempted to close my eyes and let the sensation overwhelm me, I kept them open. I stared into his, pleased by the intensity I saw.

  There was no finesse to what we did. It was raw and fast and brutal. He rammed me hard and the impact of it pushed me painfully into the wall. I’d never had anything so chaotic before. My senses were overwhelmed by it all, the bright lights, the smell of Colten over bleach cleaner, the sound of his skin slapping on mine.

  My cock was trapped between our bodies, squeezed tight by the pressure he used to push me against the wall. Each pump of his hips sent a jolt of sensation along its length in addition to the pleasure of him nudging my prostate.

  I would have leaned forward to kiss him, but I didn’t dare take my gaze from his. Looking left or right would break the spell. I wanted it to last as long as possible.

  The noises we made would have drawn attention if there were people close enough to hear. I didn’t even try to stifle my cries. With the surrounding area so deserted there was no need.

  “Marty, I can’t hold back any longer.”

  I couldn’t either, so I nodded as best I could propped against the wall. I watched the transformation on his face, the focus in his eyes giving way to release, the way his eyebrows shot upwards, how his lips parted slightly. It was beautiful.

  He kept up the steady rhythm, milking his cock inside me. All I had to do was shift my hips ever so slightly to give me the last spark of friction to send me over too. My cock erupted with pleasure as I pumped my come into the condom. I finally broke eye contact as I launched forward to kiss him greedily. His hands on my waist gripped tighter as he kissed back.

  “Marty,” he whispered, trailing his lips along mine, then down to my chin. He said it over and over, like a prayer.

  I was amazed he could still support my weight. I felt like putty, ready to pool onto the floor the minute he released me.

  Finally, he pulled back and freed himself from my body. He held me as I found my footing.

  Then it was all cleanup. He helped me wipe off the lube’s residue. I was pleasantly surprised at how insightful the double condoms had been. Easy and effective to flush down the toilet. He really had thought of everything.

  A quick wash of our hands in the sink and we snuck out the same way we snuck in.

  After a performance like that, I wasn’t sure the Pittsburgh Pirates could hold my attention.

  Chapter 17

  The next morning, at breakfast, I stared into my coffee. My thoughts swirled like the cream in the dark liquid.

  Could I come back here to live? My work would be easy enough to transfer. I had an office at a local building in Scottsdale, but it wasn’t a necessity. I’d miss my friends, but I could always go back to visit there.

  My heart finally had to admit Colten was taking center stage. I was falling in love with him and I couldn’t simply leave.

  And though he never said it aloud, I knew he loved me. It was apparent from our first kiss out by his truck.

  Fuck!

  What could I do? I didn’t want to stay here—on account of the curse—but I didn’t want to go back to Arizona either.

  “You okay?” Dad’s voice behind me made me jump.

  I turned to him, and in doing so, knocked the cup of coffee with my elbow. It flew off the island and landed on the floor with a resounding crash. Hot coffee splashed everywhere.

  I stared down at the remains of the mug in horror.

  “Mart?” Dad asked, the concern clear in his voice.

  I looked at him, my eyes still wide and terrified.

  “Marty?” he repeated.

  He hobbled closer, jarring me out of my shock.

  “I’m fine Dad. Don’t walk here, you’ll get cut.”

  I grabbed paper towels from the counter and soaked up the coffee. Dad handed me a dustpan and I moved the larger chunks of ceramic into it. I focused on the task at hand, wiping the area then sweeping any leftover debris. It kept my mind free from panic. For the moment.

  “It was just a mistake,” Dad said, and I knew he’d seen the fear on my face for what it was.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, but I didn’t believe it. Was that all it took? Simply wondering if I could come back returned the curse’s ugly gaze on me?

  I pushed the incident from my mind and tried to keep my attention on work.

  Tuesday, I slipped down the stairs on my way to the basement to do laundry. I landed all right, only bruising my butt on the steps. I told myself my socks made it too slippery, and I removed them.

  On Wednesday, Dad’s Tundra got a flat on my way to Colten’s house. Luckily Dad had a spare, but I had to change it myself. No AAA out here.

  Thursday, I broke two letters off my laptop’s keyboard.

  Friday, the power went out due to a tree falling onto one of the lines down the road.

  When the sun peeked over the treetops on Saturday, I refused to get out of bed. I stayed in for the whole weekend, never moving more than twenty feet from where I started. Dad kept peeking into my room, but I still didn’t come out, except to pee. I texted Colten to let him know I was down for the next few days.

  The next Monday was Dad’s follow up appointment at the doctor’s. I had to force myself to get into the shower. The hot water wasn’t working and I had to wash in ice—or so it felt to my skin. Afterwards, my teeth chattered due to the frostbite and I had to put on two jackets to get warm.

  “Marty, I’ll ask Fred to take me to the doctor.”

  I shook my head and sipped on my coffee through a straw. I wasn’t going to break this mug. “I can do it, Dad. It’s why I’m here.”

  “You’re getting too worked up. It’d be better if you rest a few days more.”

  “I’m fine. Let’s go so we can hurry back.”

  Dad looked doubtful as we climbed into the Tundra. The spare tire made it slightly lopsided as I backed out onto the road. And nearly hit another car coming up behind me. It barely honked in time for me to stop. It squeaked by, and the driver flipped me off.

  “Marty,” Dad warned.

  “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

  I drove slowly to Oakland, the near collision fresh in my mi
nd. I didn’t want to injure Dad more, or hurt myself either.

  In the waiting room, my leg bounced nervously.

  “I’m gonna ask Dr. Russell to give you a Xanax, Mart,” Dad commented as he turned the page in a hunting magazine. “It might help your jitters.”

  “It’s not jitters, Dad. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I’m gonna see about getting a work release, kiddo. If he signs it, you’ll have to get me to McHenry.”

  His simple words made my heart skip a beat. He was asking for my help. “You know I can, Dad. Any day of the week, any time.”

  He grinned and I returned one.

  They called Dad back and I almost rose to follow. I stopped myself. He could handle it on his own.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket, still on silent from overnight. I dug it out and was happy to see Colten’s picture staring back at me. I’d snapped this adorable shot of him at the Pirates game. My finger slid the button to answer and I lifted it to my ear.

  “Hey, Colten.”

  “Hiya, Marty. How you feelin’?”

  “Not too much better, honestly. I’m at the doctors with Dad right now.”

  “Maybe you should have them check you out too.”

  “I don’t think they have a cure to what’s wrong with me.”

  “You feel like coming over today? I gotta start getting Lola Belle ready for the fair this weekend. If you don’t have plans on Saturday, I’d love for you to come down with me.”

  “You know I don’t have plans,” I told him. “Let me get Dad back home and I’ll be right over.”

  “Great! See you then.”

  “Bye.”

  I smiled and thumbed through Dad’s discarded hunting magazine.

  Dad emerged twenty minutes later with an exuberant expression on his face. He held up a slip of paper for me to see.

  “He signed it?” I asked incredulously. I hadn’t expected Dr. Russell to give in.

  “Says I can’t lift anything. Or walk far. It should be fine for Randy. I bet they’re missin’ me bad by this point.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “You mind if we stop by on the way home? I’ll turn this is and see when I can get scheduled.”

  “Of course. You all set? Make your next appointment?”

  “Doc says the cast can come off on the twenty-first. Two more weeks.”

  “Sounds good, Dad. Let’s get going.”

  Chapter 18

  I could pick Colten out among the sheep the moment I pulled the Tundra up the drive. His red flannel shirt stood bright against the dull grass in the field. He straightened as I parked and he raised his arm over his head in a wave.

  I let myself inside the pen and walked toward Colten and the group of sheep at his feet. Rex was there too, laying down with the flock. The large sheepdog spotted me and lumbered to its feet. It ran to me; the sudden motion made the sheep scatter.

  Rex made it first—throwing his paws onto my chest—but Colten wasn’t far behind.

  I patted Rex’s head cautiously. Though I’d seen him several times now and he was friendly, I didn’t care for the smell of dog hair.

  Colten reached us and pulled the dog off me and replaced the dog’s paws with his own hands.

  Then we were kissing, right there in the field. Colten’s dad or brother could be staring from anywhere, but I didn’t care. Not seeing him all weekend had been awful.

  When he pulled back, I kept my arms around his waist. “I missed you. Sorry I wasn’t up for anything the past few days.”

  He shifted so his arm rested on my shoulder. He gave a gentle tug and we started walking. “Don’t worry about it. You need time to yourself. Nothin’ wrong with that. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

  “Me too.” I glanced over at the sheep. “Which one’s Martha Mable?”

  Colten followed my gaze. “She’s the second on the left.” He pointed off in the distance to a cluster beside a water trough.

  It looked identical to those around them. “How can you tell?”

  “The shape of her muzzle. Also, her ears are a bit longer.”

  I stared at it again. I still couldn’t see a difference from the others. “If you say so.”

  “Personality also distinguishes them. Remember the Davis twins? I could always tell them apart by the way they acted.”

  “I’d never been able to tell which was which.”

  “I can tell most of the sheep apart. I’ll have names for all of them before too long.”

  I snorted and gave him a tight squeeze.

  We made our way to the barn where Lola Belle and a few other cows lived. The Williams’s had six total, but Lola Belle was the only one they showed. The others were normal dairy cows. And although Lola Belle was a dairy cow too, her milk had a higher quality—apparently. I hadn’t tried it; the idea of raw milk made me gag.

  The cows all glanced at us as we entered their home. Lola Belle even let out a welcoming moo. Colten chuckled fondly and went up the far stall where his prize cow lay in a pile of clean straw. I’d been surprised the first time I came in here, expecting it to stink to high heaven. But they took amazing care of their animals, and it smelled fresh and only slightly pungent from the six cows together.

  Colten grabbed a rope halter off a hook beside Lola Belle’s pen and placed it over the cow’s face. With the rope secured, he opened the gate and led Lola Belle out. The barn was connected to a small turnout where the cows were able to exercise and stretch in a safe environment. Colten got Lola Belle into the turnout, then tied the harness up to a hitching post.

  “So, what do we do first?” I asked. He’d given me a rundown of what he had to do, but I couldn’t remember all the steps.

  “We gotta wash her.”

  It was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done in my life, washing a cow. Luckily, I’d come prepared in an old pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt. My sneakers would survive a trip through the mud, too.

  At least the cow was well trained and tolerated the water and soap. I’d imagined us chasing it around the pen, trying to keep it still. In fact, Lola Belle seemed to enjoy the attention and the brushing.

  “She’s such a good girl,” Colten crooned as he rinsed off the last of the suds. “So, beautiful and well behaved.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed.

  He must have sensed my sincerity because he shot me a glare. I smiled cheekily and his frown deepened.

  “Next?”

  “Dry her.”

  “Dry her,” I repeated as if I did this all the time. I looked around for a hair dryer, wondering how we’d cover so much of her fur and how long it’d take us.

  Colten rolled his eyes. He untied her and led her to a dry area of the turnout. Once she was secured again, he went back into the barn and emerged with a long metal tube resembling a vacuum cleaner.

  “I need you to hold the dryer at a forty-five-degree angle facing down. Don’t blow directly into the ground or you’ll spread dirt into her coat.”

  He placed the nozzle of the dryer into my hand—like the long handheld portion of a vacuum—and showed me how to hold it. It had a condenser cone on the end, and I faced it toward Lola Belle’s coat at the angle Colten indicated.

  “Good. While you dry that side, I’ll get this side.” He ran into the barn and came out with another dryer. Both their plugs trailed through the grass and disappeared inside. They obviously had electricity wired to the barn.

  “You got it, boss,” I told him, adding in a bit of a twang to my words.

  He glowered again, but I saw he was trying his hardest not to smile.

  We got to work.

  Drying a cow, it turned out, was even stranger than washing one. The air came out with great force and it parted Lola Belle’s hair easily, spraying water all over me if I got too close. And I had to get close or else I only dried the surface and not the hide underneath. Colten had to correct my position several times.

  I wondered why I had volunteered for this.


  It took us a whole hour to dry the creature. At the end, my body was exhausted from crouching and my arms weak from holding the hose for so long, I wanted to soak in a hot bath and then take a nap. I couldn’t believe how much of a pussy I was. A half day of farm work and I was tuckered out like a toddler.

  I leaned against the wooden rails of the turnout while Colten finished with a brush. He combed the cow’s hair down, then he brushed it all forward. The last pass along her body, he puffed it up and slightly at an angle. Celebrities didn’t spend this much time getting ready. And if I understood correctly, he had to do this pampering every day this week.

  Ugh! How tedious!

  But it was worth it when Colten stood up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He looked over at me and had the most beautiful smile curling his lips. His eyes danced happily, with pride and pleasure and purpose.

  “She looks great!” he gushed. “I know she’ll win champion this year.”

  “Can I help you do this again tomorrow?”

  “You really want to?”

  “Yeah. I have to take Dad to work at eight, and I’ve got a bit of work to do at home. But I’ll come over after lunch.”

  The glory of his smile increased and my heart fluttered. “I’d appreciate that Marty. It went much faster with your help.”

  “It usually takes longer than this?”

  He nodded. “I bet you’re in need of a shower? Why don’t we head to my place and freshen up?”

  Chapter 19

  “You’ve got your lunch packed?”

  “Marty, I’m not a child.”

  “Don’t let the other guys make fun of you cause of your cast.”

  “Marty.”

  “I’ll be back at four, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

  “You done?”

  “One more.” I put on a simpering smile. “Have a good day and remember I love you.”

  Dad glared at me and opened the passenger door to the Tundra. He got out fine, then reached into the backseat for his crutches. I was surprised he decided to take them along; he’d insisted he could do without them.