Sweet Ride

by Moores, Maegan Lynn

  “Wait, Payton, it wasn’t like that. We only fooled around a little until I stopped it. I told her we shouldn’t in the beginning, and then she just kept comin’ at me. Fuck, there’s only so many times I can say no to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You can’t be pissed at me for that. I tried to do the right thing. I really fuckin’ tried.”

  “Yeah, well that’s her choice, but I don’t like it,” I tell him.

  The rest of the night flies by, and we have so much fun. The girls drink more, and I mean lots more, so when I get tired of watching them drink so much and not be able to dance with me properly, I call it a night. I call Jack to come and get us.

  “Hey, baby,” I purr as he gets out of the truck.

  “Look, ma awesome brotha came to claim his beautiful prancess,” Izzy yells, making the rest of the girls crack up laughing. They’re all sitting on the curb because they’re not able to stand. I think Isabelle meant princess, but I’m not really sure.

  Jack grins at me. “You’re damn right,” he directs at his sister. “You’re not drunk?” he asks me.

  “No, I had a few, but that was enough. I don’t have a reason to block everything out now.”

  He looks at me with the most amazing smile, and I know he understands what I mean.

  “Okay, let’s get everyone in and get them home. Then I’m going to get you home, and I’m going to fuck you,” he says softly, for only me to hear.

  “Wow,” is all I can get out and then hurry over to get the girls loaded into the truck.

  We make good time getting everyone to their places and have a laugh at Izzy who keeps drunkenly threatening Jack with cutting of his dick and making him eat it if he ever hurts me. I hope that never happens because I love Jack’s dick, and I would never want him to be without it. That would suck.

  We drop Gia off first. As soon as Jack stops in the driveway, the door swings open, and Kurtis is standing there waiting for his wife to come in. We all scream out in unison, “Don’t forget to give him breakfast in bed!” Gia’s face turns slightly red, but she still laughs and buries her face in her husband’s chest. Curling her into his arms, Kurtis laughs right along with her then places a kiss on her forehead. How sweet.

  “I don’t think he realizes the fine cuisine he’s going to get tomorrow morning,” Ella mutters from the back seat. A round of giggles surround the interior of the truck.

  “Do I even want to know what that’s about?” Jack asks, looking at me quizzically.

  “Oh, you’ll find out tomorrow morning,” I tell him, rubbing my hand up his thigh. His eyes suddenly go heated.

  When we arrive at Ella’s house, Ryder also opens the door when he hears us pulling into the driveway. He’s wearing his usual shit-eating grin on his face when he sees the state Ella’s in. She lets out a high-pitched squeal as he throws her over his shoulder and kicks the door shut. Yep, she’s definitely getting some tonight.

  And last but not least, we drop Izzy and Sofie off at Izzy’s place. Sofie wants to stay with her for the night, so Jack walks them into the apartment and makes sure everything’s secure before leaving. You know the whole overly protective big brother thing. I love that about him.

  By the time we get home, I really have to pee badly, so I run inside, heading directly for the bathroom. Not bothering with turning on the light switch, I unzip my jeans, pull them down and sit on the toilet. I feel the unexpected and unwanted coldness and hardness of water and porcelain hitting my ass, as I fall into the toilet bowl. I scream and push myself back out.

  Cocksucking motherfucker!

  “JACK!” I scream out and hear him running up the stairs.

  “Payton? Are you okay?” he asks, not noticing my pants and underwear around my ankles.

  I glare at him and answer back, “What the fuck? I just fell in the fucking toilet,” I shriek.

  Jack just stands there laughing at me.

  “It’s not funny. You should always put the seat down. You should know that. You grew up living with a bunch of women. I’m sure they never let you leave the seat up.”

  “Sorry, I’m used to being on my own, and I never brought women here so I didn’t have that problem. If I went to someone’s place I really didn’t give a fuck.”

  “Yeah, well I’m going to have a bruise on my ass now, thanks to you.”

  “You want me to kiss it better?” he asks laughing.

  “Eww, fuck no. My ass was just in the toilet. Now I’ve got to get a shower. Thanks, I was looking forward to you fucking me,” I snarl and step out of my jeans, taking off my top and making my way to the shower. I turn around to get a towel ready, but Jack’s standing behind me, naked as the day he was born. Sweet!

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’m going to clean your ass and the rest of your body, then I’m going to kiss your ass and every other part of your body, and then I’m going to fuck you in our shower,” he says, matter of fact. Whew! For a second there I thought he was going to say, he was going to fuck my ass and every other part of my body. I’m so not down with the whole ass-play thing.

  “Works for me,” I say, getting in and turning on the water.

  Jack made good on what he said. Then we spent the rest of the night in bed doing lots of other fun things.

  The next morning I wake up lying on my stomach with my face buried in my pillow. I lazily stretch out my arms and legs. A wide grin slowly spreads on my face as I remember all of the orgasm-inducing activities Jack introduced me to last night. He left me so sated that I had the best sleep ever. I’m a little sore from all of our lovemaking last night, but I’m eager to have another go at him and soon. I turn my head to the right expecting to see his beautiful face, but my smile fades as I see his side of the bed empty. What the hell?

  I roll over on my back and sit up. That’s when the smell of breakfast cooking hits me. Suddenly, I hear, “Babe, you awake?” yelled from downstairs in the kitchen.

  “Yep!” I shout back.

  “Get your gorgeous fucking ass down here! Breakfast is done!” he orders. I love it when he’s bossy like this.

  “How about you get your gorgeous ass up here and serve me breakfast in bed!” I yell back at him as I stretch again.

  “You know as well as I do that if I come up there, I won’t be eating any food! So get your ass down here, now!” he shouts.

  “Okay, I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist!” I return, giggling a little.

  I crawl out of the bed and open the top drawer in my dresser, hauling out a random t-shirt to cover my naked body. Feeling a little naughty, I don’t bother putting on any panties. I make my way down the stairs and walk into the kitchen, leaning my hip against the island watching my man. Jack’s back is to me, and he’s wearing only a pair of faded jeans and all of his sexy-ass tattoos are on full display. He’s plating bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and some sliced oranges. Yum! And I don’t mean the food.

  He turns around, and our eyes connect. I see his dark green eyes fall down my body and his mouth pulls tight. I do a quick body scan of him, and I can’t help but notice the top button of his jeans is left undone. I want him inside of me bad. Who cares about breakfast? Not me. When I manage to drag my eyes back up from worshipping his freaking hot bod, he suddenly lunges at me.

  His hands grip me by my armpits, and he lifts me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of the island with him between my thighs. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. “Where’d you get the shirt, babe?” he asks me, his hands sliding down my sides, stopping at my hips. I look down and realize that I’m wearing the shirt I stole from him when we first met. His finger begins to trace the first M in Mayhem that’s directly over my breast, causing my nipples to harden.

  “Umm. Ryder gave it to me a while ago,” I say, lying through my teeth.

  “Bullshit. The shirt. Where’d you get it?” he repeats.

  “I told you Ryder gave it to me,” I lie again, this time barely able to stop from smiling.

/>   “Payton. Gonna ask one more time. Where’d you get the fucking shirt?” he asks, the corners of his mouth pulling up a little. Oh, I see, he likes this, too.

  “Ryder. Gave. It. To. Me.” I have a huge grin on my face now.

  “Funny thing. I had a shirt like this one, and it went missing. It had a cigarette burn on the left bottom hem. Just like this one,” he points out, fingering the hem with his other hand, finding the burn hole. Totally busted!

  I bite down on my lip a little, deciding whether or not to tell him the truth. I decide to go with the truth. “I kind of stole it from you the first night we were together,” I confess. “It was so comfy, and it smelled like you, so I just took it.”

  A deep growl escapes from the back of his throat as he takes my mouth in a possessive kiss. His hands move, gripping the insides of my knees, pushing my thighs farther apart. They slide up my legs, to my hips underneath the shirt. Breaking away from my mouth, he rests his lips against my neck and groans, “Jesus, no fucking underwear.” He pulls me closer so my ass is hanging over the edge of the counter, pressing me against his hard erection causing a moan to release from the back of my throat.

  Grabbing my hand, he moves it downward, pressing it against the beast. “This is what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard.” The only response I have for him is a moan.

  “Is your pussy wet for me?” he asks.

  “So wet,” I barely get out, grabbing his hand and placing it between my legs.

  “Fucking dripping,” he hisses as he swirls his fingers against my clit, setting me on fire. “Wanna feel you around me,” he says, removing his hand from my aching sex and unzipping his jeans. He pulls them down over his hips and legs.

  I grip the hem of the shirt to haul it up over my head, but he stops me. “Leave it.” It’s not a request, but an order, and it turns me on even more. He pushes me back, so that I’m lying on the counter top. One of his hands wraps around the front of the shirt, pulling it tight to my body baring my flat stomach. He lays his other hand flat on my belly, and then with one thrust of his hips, his cock slams into me.

  “Fuck, Jack,” I grunt out, as he moves inside of me. I open my eyes to look at him. He’s leaning back, and his eyes are locked on his cock moving in and out of my body. By the expression on his face, he likes this. A lot.

  “Jesus, fuck, Payton. Love watching my cock fuck your pussy. So fucking hot.” His dark eyes look away from where we’re joined, and our eyes meet.

  “Jack, please just fuck me harder,” I beg.

  “This is gonna be rough,” he growls.

  “I don’t care. Just do it, now!” I bark out, getting impatient.

  “Hold on to something,” he orders.

  I grip the edge of the counter as he starts fucking my body like he’s out of control. Before long, I feel my orgasm building, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. The hand on my belly moves down, and he presses his thumb against my clit, which takes me over the edge. I scream out his name and arch my back off the counter, as my orgasm takes over my whole body. Jack groans out my name, as he finds his own release and then slumps over me, his hand still tangled in the shirt and head resting on my rib cage. He stays there for a few minutes, still inside of me, as we try to catch our breath.

  “You own me,” I rasp out.

  He stands up, pulling me up with him. His hand releases the shirt and both of them slide up the inside on the bare skin of my back. Pressing his forehead against mine, he whispers against my lips, “No baby. You fucking owned me the moment you asked me what my name was.” Wow!

  Not knowing what to say to that, the next words out of my mouth are, “I guess you like the fact that I’m wearing your shirt.”

  “Like it? No, I fucking love it,” he admits. “But I love you buck-ass naked even more,” he drawls and then his hands are hauling the shirt up over my head. Even though he’s acting like he’s an animal, and it’s mating season, he places butterfly kisses along my sternum and collarbone. I love how he can be both rough and sexy and gentle and sweet at the same time.

  “I love you, Jack,” I say, brushing my lips lightly against his.

  “I love you more, baby,” he returns.

  “Not possible,” I mutter then claim his lips with my own.

  His feet shuffle as he kicks his jeans off from around his ankles, and then he picks me up. I keep my legs and arms wrapped around his body, as he carries me to the living room, throwing me on the couch. Over the next couple of hours, we devour each other, and all thoughts of eating breakfast are long forgotten.

  Chapter 21

  Never leave your intended victim unattended.

  Tonight’s one of the longest nights of my life, and I’m only halfway through my fucking shift. I can’t wait until I’m done and get to see Jack. God, I think I’m turning into Ella. It’s hard to believe that not too long ago I wouldn’t even sleep with a guy more than once, let alone be in a relationship with one. Now I want to spend every waking moment with my man. I’m just glad I get a second chance to figure this thing out with him, and I really hope his heart is truly in the right place. My heart can’t afford much room for error, and if this turns out awful, I’m going to end up a nun. But hey, that might just be for the best.

  Taking a quick bathroom break, I hear Juan call out, “Rocky, get you’re fucking ass in here.”

  Walking into his office, I ask, “Jesus who pissed in your cornflakes?”

  “I don’t know what it is with this night, I have fuck all in sales. You’d be doing me a fucking favor leaving early, so get gone!” Juan spits out. Good enough for me.

  “Later!” I say. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  “Yeah, yeah!” he shouts back to me.

  With that, I head into the employee dressing room and change into jeans and a t-shirt. I plan on surprising Jack with supper and the treat of a Twilight marathon. Hopefully he’ll be home when I get there. I’m so looking forward to some quality cuddle time with my man.

  The parking lot’s just as empty as the bar itself. The one light that shows the way is flickering. Just great—nothing says creepy like a walk through a dark and dingy parking lot with an unstable light. Deja vu. I glance over the area, and everything seems fine. No stranger than usual. I keep my keys in my left hand and reach into my bag with my right to grab the replacement pepper spray Jack got me when I so kindly dispersed the last one on Juan. That man always looks out for me.

  I’m no more than twenty steps away from my baby when I hear faint footsteps behind me. I freeze. With my finger on the pepper spray, I turn around. Nothing. I squint my eyes as I double check to make sure I see nothing. This is starting to seem like one of those paranormal shows. I head back toward my car again. I manage to make it to the door before I hear another sound. This time I swear I can hear whispering. I’m not in the mood to be messed with tonight, or any night for that matter. I put the keys in the door to unlock her, wishing I had invested in remote locks. I make shifty eyes to both sides trying to find out where the noises are coming from. I still see nothing. Fuck! Am I being haunted? Or am I going crazy? I quickly open the door, jump in, and rev the engine. As I start to pull out of the lot, I swear, in my rearview mirror I catch a shadow in my taillights moving. Maybe I need an exorcism. This shit is freaky.

  I’m about half way home when I hear the familiar Divinyls song. I pull over to dig my phone out of my purse. It’s times like these I wish I could be one of those girls that can get away with just carrying a clutch. But fuck no! You never know when you might need deodorant, a brush, or an extra pair of pants. Really, though. I try to locate the stupid phone by sound and end up giving up and just dumping my bag out onto the passenger seat. I hit the answer button on the screen and am about to say a sexy hello to my man when my door’s yanked open.

  “What the fuck?” I scream.

  I feel myself being jerked out of my car. I keep screaming into my phone for Jack to help me. I throw it to the floor just before everything goe
s black.

  * * *

  I feel like I’ve been on a weeklong bender. My vision’s blurred, and I can barely lift my head. From what I can make out, I’m sitting in a chair—a very uncomfortable one at that. I can’t seem to move my arms or legs. I hear a voice before everything goes black again.

  This time it’s the voice that wakes me. I can’t seem to understand what’s going on. Why can’t I move? I can lift my head a little more, but everything’s dark.

  “Boss, she’s up,” I hear a gruff male voice say. I can vaguely hear another guy speaking, but can’t pick up on any details. For some reason, the voices sounds oddly familiar, but I can’t seem to place them.

  “Where am I? Why can’t I see? Why the fuck can’t I move?” I start to shriek.

  “Oh, she lives,” another voice says, followed by chuckling in the background.

  “Cocksucking motherfucker!” I yell. Like I said, I’m not up for any shit tonight or any night. I’ve had enough of people fucking with me.

  “Babe, you don’t want to get me excited again. I have no problem giving you another shiner. Hope you invest in good make-up because you’re going to need it to cover up the mess you’re going to be. Now I have some questions for you, bitch. Answer them, and maybe we’ll take it easy on you,” he threatens.

  “I think you have the wrong motherfucking person, asshole!” I screech.

  “Think again, girlie.” That’s the last thing I hear before I black out.

  “Wake the fuck up! We need answers, cunt!” the voice yells so closely to my face I can feel some of his disgusting spit spray.

  “Maybe if I could see who I was talking to, this would go a lot easier. And Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t need another fucking shower today. Haven’t you heard the expression, ‘say it, don’t spray it’?” I bark out. This earns me a smack across the face—nothing I haven’t felt before from some skank in a bar fight.