Big Mountain Daddy

by B. B. Hamel

  “No fucking drugs,” he growls at her softly. I glance in and watch him pat her body down. “Hear me? Or I will arrest your ass.”

  “Fuck you,” she says softly.

  “I’m not kidding, Kristi. I’ll trump some charges up and make sure you fucking rot for years.”

  “You’re scum.” She looks dreamy, but angry.

  He finishes patting her down. “Play ball and you’ll walk away from this. And I’ll give you back your drugs.”

  That seems to grab her attention. “Really?”

  “Really.” He turns and leaves the room. She shuts the door behind him.

  I stare at him for a second as he goes through her duffel bag. I lean up against the beat-up wooden desk and try to understand what’s happening.

  “Let me get this straight,” I say finally. “You want me to babysit that junkie?”

  “At least until she comes down,” he says. “Just one night.”

  “It’s still early. What are we going to do all day?”

  He shrugs. “I’ll hang out with you guys today. We’ll watch TV, play cards, whatever. But she can never be alone.”

  I sigh. “This is crazy.”

  “I know.” He walks over and leans up against the desk next to me. “But trust me, okay?”

  I look up into his eyes, and I want to do anything but trust him. This is horrifying, difficult, insane. We basically kidnapped this girl, and he’s threatening to abuse his police powers to keep her locked up with us.

  But I know why he’s doing it. He stayed when he meant to leave, and that says a lot more than anything else. He could have left me here to figure it out, but instead he’s here with me.

  At the very least, I can do what he says.

  “Fine,” I say finally. “But I’m not happy about it.”

  He grins at me. “Duly noted.” He walks over to the bathroom and pounds on the door. “Time’s up, Kristi. Come out.”

  And so begins one of the most boring days of my life. Kristi spends the first hour berating Wyatt, calling him every name imaginable. When she turns on me, Wyatt snaps at her, and she looks away. But I can see the hate in her eyes, and the hunger.

  It reminds me of Atticus. Whenever he came to ask for money, he always had that hungry look.

  We pass the hours. Kristi eventually stops complaining. She gets into bed and stares at the television, watching episode after episode of Teen Mom. I go downstairs and buy a pack of cards, and I play a bunch of different games with Wyatt.

  Eventually, Wyatt orders everyone dinner. We eat sitting in the cramped room. It’s tasteless, bland food, but at least it means time’s starting to pass.

  Eventually, night rolls around. Kristi’s passed out in bed. She’s been looking more and more strung out as the day’s wound on, and I think she’s finally just giving up and sleeping it off.

  Wyatt tosses the scraps of our dinner into the trash. “I think it’s time,” he says to me.

  “For what?”

  “Bed.” He glances over at Kristi. “You sure you’re going to be okay?”

  I nod. “She’s harmless,” I say.

  “Be careful. I think she’s more dangerous than she lets on.”

  I follow his gaze, over to the sleeping girl. She looks so young in that bed alone, chest slowly rising, mouth hanging open.

  “I’ll be careful.”

  He nods. “Okay. Good. I’m right next door if you need anything.” He hesitates. “Are you going to be able to sleep?”

  “Probably,” I say, although I don’t mean it.

  “Good.” He lingers for a second. “Well then. Good night.”

  “Night.”

  He leaves the room and as soon as the door shuts, I feel completely trapped.

  I go into the bathroom and wash my face. I use the toothbrush that Wyatt bought from downstairs, although I still feel dirty when I’m done brushing. I don’t have a change of clothes, which is a pain, but I’ll just sleep in them.

  I take longer in the bathroom than I need to. When I’m done, I go back out and turn off the lights. I climb into bed, trying to be as quiet as I can.

  Kristi’s snoring, even and steady. I pull the covers up to my chin and stare at the ceiling, but I know sleep’s not coming anytime soon.

  I don’t know how I found myself here in a cheap room in a casino with a junkie girl and a cop next door. I’m pretty sure we’re breaking some kid of law, like blackmailing or something like that, but I’m trying not to think too much about that part. I keep focusing on Atticus and what Kristi might know about what happened to him.

  Wyatt’s right, I think Kristi knows something. She’s been odd all day, cagey, angry. I can understand that, since she wants her drugs, but there’s also something more.

  I kept seeing it in the way she looked at me. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was just anger and hunger for the drugs. I can’t really know for sure. But there was something happening behind those glassy eyes.

  And then there’s Wyatt. He’s just a door over. During all those boring hours spent talking about nothing with him, I never felt like I was wasting my time, not exactly. I was spending time with him, and that felt good, surprisingly good. The day melted past faster than I thought it would, and all because I got to joke around with him. Anyone else, and that day would have been like pulling teeth.

  Instead, it was more like the kiss we shared last night. Surprising, maybe a little wrong, but it felt so fucking good.

  I keep thinking about that kiss. He tasted incredible, just like I thought he would, like clean linen and grass. His arms were strong and I pressed myself against his muscular body, desperate to feel him closer.

  I knew I should have pulled back, and eventually I did. But not right away. Not until I got my taste.

  I spend two hours lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Eventually, I check my phone, and it’s after one in the morning. Kristi’s still snoring away, steady and slow.

  And so I do something stupid. I slip out of bed. I go to the door and I turn the handle.

  I’m going to get in trouble. Hell, I’m already in trouble. I might as well try and enjoy it while I can.

  14

  Wyatt

  This time, I’m not surprised when she knocks.

  I open the door and she’s standing there, not saying a word. My eyes stray to her body, to the curves under her clothes. She’s not wearing a bra, and I’m betting she left the panties behind as well. I can feel my blood pumping, my desire rising, and I know this is a bad idea.

  We can’t leave Kristi alone in that room. But fuck if I’m going to let that junkie bitch take this away from me.

  I reach out and grab her by the waist. I pull her into the room, turning, letting the door shut as I press her up against the wall. Cora gasps as I kiss her neck and press against her hard.

  I kiss her lips, not bothering to say a word. I don’t think either of us needs to talk. We both know what’s happening here as my tongue slides into her mouth.

  I’m hard as hell as she slides her hand down the front of my pants. I grunt when she wraps her fingers around my hard cock through my boxer briefs. I kiss her neck and tease her ear.

  “I knew you’d come,” I say softly.

  “How?” she asks.

  “You couldn’t let what we started last night wait any longer.”

  She bites her lip and I pull her shirt up and off. Her breasts are fucking perfect, round, and full. I take one pink nipple between my lips as she starts to stroke my cock.

  I pull down her jean shorts, letting them drop to the ground. I smile as I slowly stroke my hand up her thigh. I was right, she’s not wearing any panties, and my cock just gets hard.

  She groans as I find her pussy. She’s fucking dripping wet, and that only drives me wild inside. I pull her hand out of my pants and pin it up above her head, against the wall, my other hand stroking that sweet little cunt. I tease her nipple again, sucking and licking it before kissing her mouth, pressing my fingers deep insi
de of her.

  She lets out this fucking sexy as hell moan right into my mouth as I slowly stroke my fingers in and out of her. I stop and tease her clit and I can feel the shivers run down her spine.

  “This is why I stayed,” I whisper in her ear. “This right here.” I press my fingers back inside of her pussy, making her gasp.

  She looks at me as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, back pressed against the wall, one hand above her head. I kiss her chest and tease her nipples again, getting her soaking wet. She reaches forward and pulls down my pants and my boxer briefs before taking my cock with both hands.

  She strokes me as I kiss her chest. It feels so fucking good and I’m hard as a rock. I bite her lower lip and press my fingers deep, making her groan.

  “You’ve been thinking about me fucking your tight pussy, haven’t you?” I whisper to her. “Dirty fucking girl. I bet you’ve wanted it for years.”

  “Yes,” she gasps. “I’ve wanted it for years.”

  A thrill runs through me. I’ve felt the same way, but I never could understand it or put it into words.

  I pull back and take her by the hair, pulling her back into the room. I keep the lights down low as I press her toward the bed, bending her over, putting her hands on the comforter. I drop down behind her and take her hips in my hands as I start to suck and lick her pussy from behind.

  She tastes so fucking good as my tongue explores every inch of her. The moans she makes drive me fucking insane. I know this is wrong, so fucking stupid. The junkie next door could get up and run away at any point, and if she gets away now, we’ll never see her again. But I just don’t care. I only want this pussy, this girl, everything about her.

  I tongue her faster and deeper, lapping her up, tasting her, making her moan. I love the way she pants my name as I tongue that pussy deep.

  I stand and shed the rest of my clothes. She looks over her shoulder as I pull her head, pulling her back toward me. She reaches behind her and strokes my cock as I turn her head. I kiss her deep, fist in her hair.

  She groans as I press her forward again. My cock teases her pussy slowly before I push myself deep inside.

  I groan, unable to help myself. She’s so fucking tight, warm, and wet. It’s exactly what I’ve been picturing all these years. I thrust deeper and she gasps.

  “Fuck, Wyatt,” she groans.

  “This is exactly what I always dreamed it would be,” I grunt. “Fuck, Cora. You feel so fucking good.” I start to stroke into her, deep and slow.

  She groans in response, moving her hips, taking me deeper. I fuck her harder then, needing every inch of her tight pussy.

  Everything else around me disappears. I’ve never felt this way before with a woman. I’ve never felt so completely out of control and wild with lust and intense need. Maybe it’s this fucked up situation we’re in, but I think it’s just her, just Cora. I stroke deeper, fucking her harder, feeling every single inch of her pussy as I stretch her out rough and hard.

  I slap her ass, pull her hair, and that only makes her moan louder. She responds to every single motion I make, every thrust and grunt. Her moans fill my mind completely, and I know I’m losing myself, but I just don’t care.

  I rip into her. She jerks her hips back. I let her twist around and I push her back down onto the bed, onto her back. I grab her legs, hooking them over my shoulders as I rock my hips into her pussy.

  I feel those breasts in my palms as I fuck her deep and slow. She groans and I can see the sweat on her brow. I kiss her, tasting the salt on her lips as I push deeper, deeper, needing it, pleasure filling me completely.

  I fuck her harder, rougher, deeper. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm, our bodies taking over where our minds just fail to understand. She’s moving her hips in slow jerking motions and I’m thrusting into her, fucking her deep and hard. Her moans fill my ears, and I know I can’t take it anymore.

  She comes first. She comes with her whole body, and it’s absolutely fucking beautiful. I watch as she tightens, tensing and twitching, her face screwed up in total bliss. It pushes me over the edge and I come hard inside of her, exploding deep into her pussy, filling her up completely.

  When we’re both finished, I collapse onto the bed next to her. She looks over at me and laughs, and I can’t help but grin in return. She kisses me and I kiss her back.

  “I better go,” she says.

  I shrug. “You can stay if you want.”

  “I know. But I shouldn’t.”

  I nod. I know that’s the right thing, but selfishly I want her to stay.

  “Go make sure our junkie doesn’t run.”

  She grins at me and stands. I watch, propped up on one elbow, as she gathers her clothes. She gets dressed and I can feel my cock stiffening already at the thought of peeling that clothing off one more time.

  She smiles at me, catching me peeking. She walks over and kisses me. “Don’t get any ideas,” she says.

  I go to answer, but she’s already leaving. I don’t know what she means by that, but it doesn’t matter. As quickly as she appeared, she disappears back out into the hallway.

  I fall back onto the bed. I’m ringing with pleasure, joy, and something else… something harder. Confusion maybe.

  But I don’t let that get to me. I feel good. That’s all I need to know right now. I feel so damn good with Cora.

  15

  Cora

  When I get back to the room with Kristi, I fall asleep almost immediately. I can’t believe how tired I am, but it comes on me like a wave. Kristi’s still snoring away soundly, so I don’t worry about that.

  In the morning, I wake up to the sound of someone in the bathroom. It takes me a second before I figure out that it’s Kristi, and she doesn’t sound good. I sigh and stretch, trying to recall the dream I was having: something about Wyatt, his hands on my body.

  I climb out of bed, get dressed, and go to the door of the bathroom. I knock softly. “Are you okay?” I call out.

  More retching. I realize she’s getting sick. It takes a second before she can respond. “Fucking fine,” she snaps.

  I stand there and wait. I hear the toilet flush, some coughing, and finally the sink water runs. After another couple minutes, she emerges, looking like shit.

  She grimaces at me. “Good morning,” she says. “Fucking asshole.”

  She stumbles past me and over to her bed. She collapses and groans a little bit, but at least she seems sober.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her again.

  “I’m fine.” She rolls over and looks at me. “This is what happens when I don’t get it.”

  It takes me a second to realize she mean heroin. She’s coming down and starting to detox, which is pretty bad.

  “Don’t worry,” she says. “I’ll be functional for the next day. Tonight though…” She just shrugs.

  I look at the floor awkwardly. “Do you, uh, need anything?”

  “Yeah, my fucking drugs.” She glares at me. “But we both know that’s not happening. Your cop boyfriend is really fucking me, you know?”

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” I say stupidly.

  She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. Whatever. Are we almost done with this?”

  “I don’t know,” I admit. “Let me shower. I’ll go get him when I’m done.”

  “Fine.” She rolls over and pulls the covers over her head.

  I go into the bathroom. It smells faintly of antiseptic and vomit, which is pretty unpleasant. I brush my teeth and take a quick shower before putting back on my same wrinkled clothes from the day before.

  When I get out of the bathroom, Wyatt’s sitting on my bed. He turns and grins at me. “Morning,” he says.

  “Morning,” I say.

  Kristi glares at me but doesn’t say anything.

  “We’re getting breakfast.” Wyatt stands up. “You hungry?”

  “Sure.”

  “Good.” He turns to Kristi. “Come on, get up,” he says.

  She groans but does
as he says. He winks at me as he goes to the door and Kristi follows. I can’t help but notice that she doesn’t bother showering or anything, and she’s starting to smell a little bit ripe. I guess she doesn’t care.

  I follow them out the door. We head down to the main floor of the casino and toward the back where we find this diner-style restaurant tucked in behind some slots. The casino itself is already busy, and I’m betting a lot of those people haven’t gone to sleep yet from the night before, but I don’t really care. I’m too busy watching Wyatt.

  He seems energized today. Maybe I can’t blame him. Last night was… incredible. I don’t have another word for it. That just happened, intense and passionate, and it felt so perfect in the moment, even if it was probably pretty wrong. But it was inevitable, I realize suddenly. We’ve been trying to avoid this tension between us, but we can’t just ignore it entirely forever. Sooner or later, it’s going to bubble over and claim us, and last night was just the start.

  There’s more to come, I just know it. I don’t know how, and I know I shouldn’t, but I know I can’t stop it. I can’t stop myself.

  We get a booth toward the back and Wyatt orders everyone coffee. Kristi says she’s not hungry, but Wyatt insists. I get pancakes, Wyatt gets an omelet, and Kristi finally relents and orders cereal with milk.

  “What?” she asks. “I like cereal.”

  Wyatt just laughs. “Whatever you want.”

  She grumbles and looks away, playing with her mug of coffee. We drift into silence as she stares anywhere but at Wyatt.

  Finally, he decides to break the silence. “So, Kristi. Do you know why we found you again?”

  “No,” she snaps. “Because you’re an asshole, I bet.”

  “That’s probably part of it,” he says, laughing.

  “I already told you guys everything.” She looks up at him suddenly. “Come on, man. I’ll do whatever you want. I just need my stuff back.”

  He leans toward her, smiling slightly. “You’ll do anything.”