March Heat

by Chase Jackson

  “You’ve read?” he asked breathlessly.

  “Yep. Books are all I’ve had to educate me, so I’ve tried to read on lots of topics.”

  I dipped my lips down to the tip of his cock and slowly wrapped them around him. His hand tightened around my cheek, causing me to stop. Then his hand drifted to the tendrils of my hair and tangled up within them. There was something primal that cascaded through my system. Something that sent electricity shooting through my gut again. I sucked on his tip and ran my tongue around it as his legs tightened, a small groan falling from his lips.

  “Take in more,” he said.

  I slipped more of his cock into my mouth, adjusting to the taste. I sucked and licked, hollowing out my cheeks and trying a few things I’d read. I traced my tongue around the edge of the head and felt his leg jolt. He groaned again, his hand tightening in my hair as I smirked.

  I did it again and his hand came down onto the top of my head, pushing me further down his cock.

  “More. More. Take more,” he said.

  I could feel my spit traveling down his cock and hitting the outside of my hand. I started moving my hand, pumping the base of his dick as his hips began to roll. I gagged a bit at his length, causing him to stop his motions.

  But it didn’t deter me. The sounds pouring from his mouth were just too good.

  I looked up at him and saw his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure wafting over his face made my tits rise to painful peaks. More of that clear fluid leaked from his cock, gracing my tongue with its saltiness. I took as much of his cock back as I could, stopping just before my gag reflex. I pumped my hand faster, feeling his fingers coil tighter within the tresses of my hair.

  “That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop, Ava. Keep going.”

  I picked up the pace, pumping faster and squeezing my palm around him as my tongue got to work. My jaw ached and my lips were swollen. My scalp was on fire with how hard he gripped me. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel what I had just felt at the mercy of his tongue. I wanted him to lose control. To feel the kind of pleasure that had cascaded throughout my body.

  I wanted to hear my name again. And I didn’t even know why.

  I sucked him down one last time, hollowing out my cheeks and gripping his cock. His hips rose off the bed, sounds getting caught in his throat as I felt his cock pulse. Once. Twice. Three times. And that third time I felt my mouth being filled with something.

  “Ava. Shit. Holy fuck.”

  His hips were off the mattress and his body shook. His hand tugged at my hair as my mouth was filled with his hot cum. I tried swallowing it down. As much of it as I could. But some of it leaked out onto my hand as I pulled it away.

  “It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t… have to… shit,” Travis said.

  I allowed the rest of it to leak onto his skin as his cock began to rest between my lips.

  I released him with a pop as his hand fell from my hair. My jaw throbbed and my lips burned, but it hurt so wonderfully. I scooted away from his body and looked up at him, watching a small sheen of sweat glisten on his rippling chest. Travis looked beautiful, sprawled out for me like that.

  I crawled up his body, leaving kisses just like he did me. I got to his lips and hovered over them, his eyes opening to catch mine. His hand grasped the back of my head and pulled me down, my body covering his.

  Then he turned us off to the side as his arms blanketed me, our bodies ready for sleep.

  Twelve

  Travis

  I woke up the next morning with a girl curled up next to me that I hardly knew. A beautiful, vibrant, ignorant virgin who came from one of the most powerful families in all of Washington State. After we had coffee a few days ago— and after feeling as if we had been watched— I dove into her background. I used all the avenues I had at my disposal to research the young woman known as Ava Lucas.

  But I had to look no further than my father.

  I guess I’d kept myself ignorant to the idea that she was related to the Lucas Family because of what they were trying to do. Her father was the man that owned Breathline Energies. He was the man that had tried to slaughter my father’s name to the public just to get their hands on our land. They were the ones wanting to build the gas pipeline through all these beautiful mountains.

  Ava’s father was the one sending scouts into the mountains that my brothers and I were firing off warning shots toward.

  Having her here was dangerous. Having her in my home was dangerous. But having her in my bed? That was treasonous. Ava’s family was powerful, and that was why we never talked about our wealth openly to people around here. Because we never knew who was going to be related to those people. Because we never knew who would just come stumbling up on our fucking doorsteps.

  Having her here was a mistake, plain and simple. But as I rolled over and covered her soft, supple body with mine, it was hard to see it that way. The gravity of last night dawned on my as I kissed along her shoulder. I had brought pleasure to this beautiful stranger of a woman that she’d never felt before. Her lips, virginal in their touch and warm with her desire, had been tainted for the first time with my cum.

  My body sparked at the remembrance of it all.

  She was immobile. Fast asleep next to me with her long, beautiful brown hair in her face. I kissed the nape of her neck before I slid from her body, resigning myself to breakfast. I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and pulled my hair back, then set off for the kitchen.

  I stood at the stove, scrambling eggs and cooking bacon. I pulled everything off the stove and made a fresh pot of coffee. Small footsteps padded down the hallway and I turned, watching as Ava emerged.

  In nothing but my shirt from last night.

  “Morning,” she said sleepily. “What smells so good?”

  Her eyes fluttered up to mine as my cock grew against my pants. I turned myself around, resigning myself to the reality I saw running behind her eyes. I was a new experience. A risky decision. I was a getaway from the life she lived. Possibly a stop on her way to something greater. And I was okay with that. That was enough for me, having her here for a night or two. Even if I could only help her getaway. Even if all I could do was spark the slightest bit of hope and give her the slightest bit of control, that was enough for me.

  Because that was all I could handle after everything I had been through.

  “Eggs, bacon, and coffee. Want some toast?” I asked.

  “Oh, no. That’s fine. I was just wondering. It smells really good,” Ava said.

  “Sleep well?” I asked.

  “I can hear your grin,” she said.

  “As long as you slept well, that’s all that matters.”

  “I did, thank you.”

  “How are you feeling?” I asked.

  When she fell silent, I turned around to find her. She stood against the kitchen counter, her eyes locked onto my body. They danced around my chest, taking in my muscles as I rolled my shoulders back. Her tongue darted out, drawing her bottom lip in as she bit down on it.

  I grinned at the sight before I turned and grabbed us some mugs.

  “You a coffee drinker?” I asked.

  “I am when no one’s looking,” Ava said.

  “How do you take it?”

  “You don’t remember from the coffee shop?”

  “Is that one of my requirements?” I asked.

  “Nope, I’m just picking with you. Cream and sugar, not too much of either,” she said.

  “Sit down. I’ll get you a plate.”

  “Do you need any help with anything?”

  I turned around and noticed her eyes dancing around my kitchen.

  “Ava, look at me.”

  Her eyes found mine once again and her blatant innocence shook my knees. She was beautiful. Untouched until she came bounding up on my doorstep last night. I knew I needed to ask why she was here. I knew I needed to figure out what the hell was going on with her. But something inside of me told me to bite my tongue on the matter
.

  “You are not obligated to do anything here you don’t want to do. If you want to help, help. If you want to sit and stare off, then sit and stare off,” I said.

  Her face crinkled up in confusion. Like I was throwing her some sort of foreign concept.

  And it killed me that I was. To her, doing what she wanted was just as foreign to her as the Tagalog language was to me. Making her own decisions was just as alien of an idea to her as sex. She understood what it entailed. She understood that other people could do it. But when it came to her, she had no idea how the concept personally operated.

  “I’ll… sit down then,” she said.

  “Coffee’s almost ready.”

  “Could I… change something?” she asked.

  I turned my gaze over toward her as she lost herself in thought.

  “Could I just do cream? In my coffee?” she asked.

  I put down the spoonful of sugar and added a bit more creamer.

  “Of course you can,” I said. “All you have to do is ask.”

  Thirteen

  Ava

  I enjoyed being at Travis’ cabin. He was interesting to talk to and a comfort to be around. I felt like I could be myself and make my own decisions without him judging me for them. We ate breakfast together in silence as I studied him, and every once in awhile his eye could catch mine. I enjoyed the way he made me feel. His eyes would rake down my body when he thought I wasn’t looking, pulling from me a desire I hadn’t ever felt before. The pleasure he had washed over my body last night had taken my breath away, but it also started my mind whirling with thoughts.

  Him making me communicate to him about what I wanted got me thinking about other things I wanted. From life, from myself, and from my family. I knew I needed to get away from them, but I didn’t really want to. I would miss my brothers too much, but I had somehow convinced myself that my only course of action was to run. I had other roads. I could stand up to my father and tell him what I thought. I could tell him what I was going to do with my life instead of caving to his every notion. I could make a life for myself that still had my brothers in it instead of casting them aside as I fled to California.

  Plus, I had no idea what I would do when I got to California. I had no formal education and no knowledge of the culture there. I didn’t know what kind of people lived there or what kind of company I could build for myself. But there was one company I was knowledgeable about. One company I had grown up around my entire life. There was one company I knew I could have input in. One I could help.

  One I was born into.

  “Whatcha thinking about?” Travis asked.

  “Honestly? I’m thinking about standing up to my father,” I said.

  “That’s a pretty hefty goal from what you’ve told me about him in passing.”

  “I know, but the road I’m on now really isn’t one I want to be on,” I said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “My car is packed full of stuff. I’ve got this envelope of money my brothers gave me so I could finally get myself to California. But, I don’t really want to be in California.”

  “Then don’t go.”

  “Exactly. But then I had to ask myself what I really wanted. You know, like you did last night.”

  I felt Travis’ eyes on me as my cheeks flushed underneath his gaze.

  “What is it that you want?” he asked.

  “I want to contribute something to the world. I want to do something good. But I don’t want to do it without my brothers. I draw my strength from them, and the farther away I get from them, the weaker and more vulnerable I feel. And maybe that’s not a good thing. But for now, I can identify that about myself. And that’s big for me.”

  “It’s big for anyone, becoming that self-aware,” he said.

  “But having my brothers in my life means going back home and standing up to my father. Telling him I’m not taking his shit anymore.”

  “Are you going to be okay doing that?” he asked.

  “I mean even if I wasn’t, what am I gonna do? That’s the only course of action I’ve got right now.”

  I turned my gaze over to Travis and studied his face. He was thinking about something. I could see it rolling around behind his eyes. I waited patiently on the couch for him to say something about it. For him to mention what it was he was gathering his thoughts on.

  But instead, he only nodded his head.

  “Well, if things go south, you know where I am,” Travis said.

  “Yeah. I do.”

  “Are you going back today?” he asked.

  “No reason in putting off the inevitable. No matter how long I wait, it’s going to start a firefight.”

  “Just stay safe. Okay? That’s important.”

  “I will. I promise.”

  I took a quick shower and changed my clothes, then watched as Travis’ body receded in the background. Having that night with him last night gave me a strength I had been waiting to possess. His body and his lips instilled within me a confidence I had yet to explore within myself. I was a little closer to establishing what I wanted for my life, with no help at all from my father, and now it was time to put my foot down.

  The only control he had over me was the control I had willingly given him for the last twenty two years of my life.

  I barreled up the driveway and saw my brothers in the yard. Their faces paled as they ran toward me, their arms flagging me down. Hunter had this surprised expression on his face as he opened my door, but Lorenzo interjected before Hunter could say anything.

  “What the hell are you doing here? Father’s fucking pissed.”

  “Why did you come back?” Finn said. “We gave you the money you needed.”

  “Why don’t you give her space and let her explain,” Hunter said.

  “I can’t leave you guys,” I said. “I thought that getting away from Dad was the solution, but it’s not. I want my brothers in my life. Which means I had to come back here. I can’t take you guys with me, but I can try to stand up to Dad.”

  “This isn’t going to end well,” Finn said.

  “We can’t cover your ass this time,” Lorenzo said.

  “Don’t worry. You don’t have to. Just walk with me inside,” I said.

  The four of us entered the house and my mother rushed to my side. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as she cried into my hair. She covered me in kisses as I stood there, my brothers all watching from the foyer.

  Then, my father came around the corner with his face red with anger.

  “Where the hell did you go?” my father asked. “And don’t tell me Cassie’s. Because I went there myself this morning!”

  “I didn’t go to Cassie’s,” I said. “I was on my way to California.”

  I heard my brothers groan in the corner as my father shot them a look.

  “You were going where?” my mother asked.

  “California,” I said.

  “And why the hell did you think you could just run off to California?” my father asked.

  “Something could have happened to you!” my mother exclaimed. “You could’ve been in a car accident. Or taken! Your father’s a wealthy and important man. Someone could’ve held you hostage somewhere!”

  “You watch too many soap operas, Mom,” I said.

  “You will not speak to your mother that way,” my father said. “She has earned your respect for trying to raise you to be a proper woman despite your insolent behavior!”

  “I am my own woman and I can do as I please,” I said.

  My brothers gawked from the corner as my father clenched his fists. He was two seconds away from slugging me just to get me to shut up, but I didn’t care. My mother’s face was stunned into silence and I could feel my chest puffing out with confidence. I had said it, and now the cork had been popped.

  “You have tried to get me to subscribe to a life I don’t believe in,” I said. “A life I’m not fit to live. I don’t want to be someone’s trophy w
ife like Mom decided to be with you. I want to be educated on things. Like politics and finances and sex.”

  “Did she just say sex?” Hunter asked.

  “Wait for it. Dad’s head is literally going to blow through the roof,” Lorenzo said.

  “If he hits her again, it’s done. I’m not going to stand by and watch him do that again,” Finn said.

  “I’m sorry I worried you, but I hope I proved my point. Dad, I’m not marrying anyone. I’m not going on anymore of your dates. You’re not going to sell my virginity off to the highest bidder. That is mine to give to whomever I choose,” I said.

  “Is that where you were last night?” my father asked. “Did you spread your legs like some whore for someone?”

  “Honey,” my mother said. “Calm down.”

  “Shut up, woman. You weren’t harsh enough on our daughter, and now look at where it’s gotten us! We did it your way for twenty-two years. Now, we’re going to do it my way,” my father said.

  “Sweetheart, please. She’s just a girl. She won’t respond to the way you raised the boys!”

  I watched my father cock his hand back and I braced myself for the impact. But instead of feeling his hand crack against my skin, I heard a thud as people surrounded me. I opened my eyes and saw Finn in front of me, his hand wrapped around my father’s wrist. Lorenzo and Hunter blanketed me with their bodies, shielding me from the impact if Finn’s barrier didn’t work.

  “What the hell is all of this?” my father asked.

  “I will not stand by and watch you hit the women of this family any longer,” Finn said. “The only thing your daughter is telling you is that she wants to live her own life. Like we get to, in a way. She wants to make her own decisions, and her first decision is that she doesn’t want to get married. And we support her in that.”

  “Sit your ass down, you ignorant child,” my father said. “You leave your sister to me.”

  “Actually, I don’t think we’re going to do that,” Lorenzo said. “Because we were the ones that tried to help her get away.”