by K. Anderson
“I worked for some guys for a while, selling stuff, you know?” She did know, and that wasn’t the end of the world, but more was a little much.
“They had me try and kill a guy to get out of the game, but another guy shot me and I couldn’t make it. They let me out because I took the bullet.” She sighed. She wasn’t completely ignorant. You’d have to be in order to not understand what he was saying, and she loved him, but she had to be sure that she was safe.
“Do you have to talk to them still? Will they ask you to do things for them?”
“I have to call them every few months and let them know if my number changes, but I want no part in it and they understand why I’m leaving. People do leave.”
She was pacing around the room again. This was hard. She could be putting herself in danger. “Why did you leave?”
He sat back on the bed. “Well, it’s scary and it’s weird. People get hurt, and it’s dangerous. I don’t want to deal with it anymore. I mean the things these people do, Marie, it’s not something a man can do his whole life.”
It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. She loved this man, and he loved her. He’d be good to her. That wasn’t perfect, but it was something. “Alright. Shoot the door down and don’t shoot her.”
“Put your fingers in your ears.”
The ensuing crack was so powerful that she jumped anyways and when he rushed out she followed closely behind him. Her mother was on top of them as soon as they reached the end of the hall. “Marie, no,” she whispered frantically as they pushed past her into her room. “He’ll kill you baby. He’ll kill you.” Her eyes were wide and her voice was soft from lunacy. “He-he gotta gun, baby. Look,” she pointed over to the pistol he had pointed at her. “He’ll kill ya.” Her gestures were exaggerated.
“Where the bag?” His voice was calm but poisonous. He’d done this before judging by the way his hands knew how to move.
“No!” Phyllis tried to push at him, but he kept the gun firm and she jumped back. She had the look of a woman who believed she was being persecuted, but in fact was really throwing a fit for nothing.
“Where is it, Mama? He’ll shoot.” Marie wanted to scare her good.
“C-c-closet.” She fell over onto the bed and lay prone with her arms out.
She didn’t even move when they finally left. Instead, she lay their silently. None of them were sure whether or not she knew where she was, and neither of them really cared.
Chapter 7
In the Mojave Desert, the air is dry and you don’t get any relieve from the heat. This is where you will find the hottest temperatures on the planet, along with the Sahara and Gobi deserts. They made their way through there, starting in the afternoon in Arizona, and into California by the time the sun set over the horizon.
Marie held onto his back for dear life, and she got tired sometimes. It was hard but the adrenaline rush was well worth it, especially when they passed over the mountains and into San Diego.
They got a tiny place at Motel 5 near the beach. She couldn’t see it, but somehow she could sense it was there. The air smelled different, like water and salt. It wasn’t as dry as the desert’s, and she felt anticipation every time she looked left. He got her a tiny string bikini with a black thong and he wore a pair of short black shorts. She wanted to grab his cock right there in the room, but he told her she had to wait till they were out on the sand.
“Have you ever seen the ocean before, Marie?” He looked over to her as they walked down the street.
“No. Have you?”
“No. It’ll be my first time too.” They were getting closer. There was one square squat building in the way and then, when they finally made their way past it, and onto the sand, her heart skipped and his hand curled around hers.
The moon had risen just above the water, making the tiny ripples in the waves glow with a magnificent luster that lit up the seascape with tiny sparkles.
The sound could put her to sleep, but what got her on her back was the love of her life turning to her, just above the tide level, with his cock sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. He had his thumb caressing his foreskin as he pulled her in and their lips swam around one another’s. His tongue made its way slowly past her lips as he unhooked her bikini and threw it aside. “I love you,” he whispered.
His thumb was circling her throbbing lips and she gasped as the other thumb was running along the outline of her nipples. A wave of nectar was flowing slowly down her thigh and into the water that was rushing past both of their feet. That was when fell on top of one another and he untied her bottom with his cock in hand. She wanted to feel it again, just like when they’d been together that first time. That was the night when they fell in love and he changed her life forever.
He ran his cock along her lips and she shuddered in desire. His mouth moved from one nipple to the next, and his teeth grazed the tips like little squares of ecstasy. He finger was moving along the slit and her rippling sanctum was screaming and squirting as she moaned hungrily, “Take me, Drake.” He did, instantly.
His think cock drove through her like drill, pulsing back and forth, reaching further for that spot that made her scream so wildly. The sound of the waves couldn’t muffle her frantic cries as he slammed into her over and over again. He reached down and growled loudly as he bit her lip and drove in as far as he could. Their worlds shattered and their bodies melded as the tsunami of pleasure overtook them with waves of bliss.
When it was done, they went up back to the hotel to sleep where they belonged—in each other arms.
The next morning when the sun crept out slowly out of the cheap blackout curtains, she felt the world spinning. She was too nauseous. She hadn’t eaten anything weird had she? She ran to the toilet and dry wretched.
It hit her like a brick wall, but it didn’t hurt. It was simple. Things would be alright. Drake came in to see her and asked, “What is it?”
“Either a girl or a boy,” she responded with a smile. They both laughed. Things were easy and fun. They were filled with possibilities. They’d both escaped terrible lives, and now they were ready to live.
WANTED, Sons of Silence
By: Emily Lovell
WANTED, Sons of Silence
©Emily Lovell, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter 1
Ivy shifted the weight of her backpack on her shoulder as she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Reaching forward she pressed the button for the crosswalk and waited.
“Hey! Wait up!” Noelle came barreling down the sidewalk, her overstuffed backpack bouncing up and down as she ran. Ivy couldn’t help but giggle as Noelle’s ran clumsily in her high heeled boots, her long blonde hair whipping against her face.
“I’m waiting, I’m waiting!” Noelle slowed down and swiped at the strands of hair that stuck to her lips.
“Jesus! God, I think I’m dying.” Noelle came to a stop
and leaning over, she grabbed her knees and attempted to catch her breath.
“You didn’t have to run; I would have waited.” Ivy continued laughing.
“Yeah,” Noelle gasped, “but I didn’t want to miss the crosswalk thingy.”
“You mean the light?” Ivy asked. Noelle nodded her head breathlessly as she stood up.
“Yeah, that’s the word.” Noelle gripped her sides with her hands. “Man, I’m out of shape!”
“I think trying to run in stiletto boots has something to do with it.” The crosswalk light changed and the girls began to cross the street.
“They are not stilettos! They’re just heels. But yeah, I think…” Before Noelle could finish her sentence a pack of motorcycles came roaring through the sidewalk, barely missing the girls.
“Noelle!” Ivy pulled Noelle back to the centerline of the road to stop her from getting hit by one of the bikes. Noelle looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth as the formation of bikes flew past noisily.
“They must have run that red light! What the hell? They nearly killed us!” The girls continued crossing the street.
“They shouldn’t be allowed to ride near campus, they’re always so dangerous. At least twice a week they fly through this crosswalk, although I’ve never seen them almost run someone over before.” Noelle rolled her eyes.
“Must be our lucky day…” As the two reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street, Ivy stopped to sweep her long brown hair up in to a ponytail.
“At least we didn’t get hit, my parents would freak.” Noelle laughed.
“I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t be too happy if I got hit by a motorcycle either…” Ivy joined her in laughter.
“You’ve got a point there.” Pulling her ponytail tightly, Ivy began walking again. “Are you working tonight?” Noelle shook her head.
“Nah, I have a physics final tomorrow so I have to get home and hit the books. I’m not convinced I’m going to pass the class, let alone the final, but at least if I try to study then my parents can’t be too mad.” Ivy sighed.
“I hated physics, I ended up dropping out after the first two weeks. It’s too much math and formulas for me.” Noelle’s eyes widened as she jerked her head forward.
“Right?! It’s required for my major though so I have to take it and I have to pass which means if I don’t make it this time through, I’ll have to take it again next semester.” Ivy scrunched up her nose.
“I’m sorry, that really blows.” Noelle shrugged as they came to a stop outside Ivy’s dorm.
“I take it you’re working tonight?” Ivy nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t have any finals tomorrow and I could use the cash anyway. I sort of hoped that you’d be on shift too though, finals week is always awful for the drunk college boys.” Noelle leaned over and pulled Ivy in to a tight hug, stroking her back for effect.
“There, there, you can handle a drunk college boy or two…at least that’s what I’ve heard.” Noelle pulled out of the hug with a smirk and Ivy slapped her arm playfully.
“Liar!” Noelle looked surprised.
“Have you forgotten Jaimie Vanderbeck at the beginning of the semester?” Ivy frowned as she remembered the skinny fraternity boy who had drunkenly seduced her to accompany him home.
“No,” Ivy lied, “I don’t and anyway, let’s not get started on telling stories about our conquests because I’m pretty sure you’d come out looking worse than me!” Ivy laughed and Noelle pouted before bursting in to laughter,
“True, true. Anyway, I’m headed home to start studying, if I take a break later I might drop in to work for some wings or something?” Ivy nodded.
“Deal! Good luck!” Ivy turned and walked in to the dorm.
Ivy had spent all three years of her college career living in the dorms, but Noelle hadn’t been so lucky. During her freshman year in the dorms she had been busted for underage drinking and since then, her parents had insisted that she live at home. Ivy didn’t think that she would particularly mind the hot meals and free laundry that came with living at home, but the interference of her parents was something she could live without.
Since Ivy was born her parents had treated her as though she was breakable. Not in the precautious first-time-parent way that might be endearing, but in the overprotective neurotic way that gave Ivy a rather warped view on what it meant to be loved. Had they been able, Ivy was quite convinced that her parents would have wrapped her in bubble wrap and led her around on a leash. She was an only child and they were the type of parents who never could and never would cut the umbilical cord.
“Hey!” Ivy threw her backpack on the floor beside her built-in desk as she greeted her roommate who was stretched out on her own bed. “Can’t stop, I have to pee really bad and then I’m off to work!” Her roommate waved a hand and went back to reading the oversized hardback textbook that she had balanced on her lap.
“Hi, bye!” Felicity said as Ivy ran back out of the door and down to the communal bathroom. Moments later as Ivy sat in a stall in the bathroom she heard someone else come in. “Hey?” Felicity’s familiar voice came through the stall door. “Are you working late tonight? Cause my boyfriend wants to come over and…well, you know…” Ivy laughed.
“Yeah, I’ll be there until close so you guys can have the room. I’ll be back about 12:30 or 1.”
“Great! Thanks!” Felicity turned to leave.
“Just do me a favor and stick something on the door handle when you’re…umm…busy so I know if it’s safe to come in when I get back.” Felicity’s nervous laughter echoed around the bathroom tiles.
“Sure, no problem.”
Felicity had been a quiet, shy girl when she and Ivy had been paired as roommates during their freshman year. As the years passed however, the shy eighteen-year-old had discovered the joys of sex and Ivy had watched her transform. There had been a few disagreements, mostly stemming from Ivy’s walking in on Felicity and her first boyfriend more than once, but since then things had been settled with a few simple rules. Ivy hadn’t been as eager to explore her sexual awakening. Sure, she imagined what it would be like when she found the perfect guy, but she wasn’t entirely sure that she had yet. Felicity had tried to convince her to ‘jump in’ as it were, to get the first time over with so that she could enjoy the ‘best days of her life,’ but Ivy still approached the topic of sex with some trepidation.
Chapter 2
The restaurant was already packed, something that wasn’t unusual for five o’clock in the college town. Everyone wanted their early dinner special and plenty of them wanted to take advantage of their 2-for-1 beer specials until 6pm. Heading in to the back, Ivy clocked in.
“Hey girl!” LaTisha flashed her a smile as she walked past in her short orange shorts.
“Hey!” Ivy tugged on her tight white shirt, making sure that her plump breasts looked presentable. Tugging down on the bottoms of her short orange shorts she made her way to the bar to check in.
Ivy had never imagined that she’d end up working at a restaurant like this, one that exploited women by making them dress in tight fitting clothes showing off their breasts and barely covering their asses. She had imagined that she would work on-campus at the bookstore or maybe the sandwich shop, but when she found out just how little those jobs paid she had had to think outside the box. Of course, her parents still believed that she was working in the campus bookstore. For the past two years she had let them believe the lie, not willing to risk her freedom to tell them that she was working at “Busties.”
“Hey doll, I’ve put you on section three tonight, I hope that’s okay?” Ivy hated working section three because it covered the back section of the restaurant where the pool table stood and where most of the drunks convened.
“Don’t you have anything else?” Ivy pleaded with LaTisha.
“Sorry hon, Sierra got in early and she took your section so all we have is section three.” Latisha gave her a look of apology as one of the other wa
itresses handed her a check.
“Table six,” The waitress said. LaTisha took the credit card and the check and ran them through the computer. Ivy took a steadying breath as she turned around to face section three.
The back section of the restaurant was always dark and dingy and all of the tables had a permanent film of sticky beer over them. More than once waitresses had quit over having to work the more questionable customers back there, the ones who took the short uniforms as free license to play grab-ass. Fortunately for Ivy no one had tried those games with her yet, but she dreaded the day that they did and LaTisha had promised her that the day would come.
Most of the tables in section three were already well stocked with food and drink, just leaving two for Ivy to tackle immediately.
“Hi guys, I’m Ivy, I’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything I can get to start you off?” The group of six younger students continued to talk over Ivy as she gave her spiel. Ivy stood at the side of their table impatiently. “Hello?” Again, the kids ignored her as they continued talking noisily. “Fine.” Ivy turned around to head to the second of the two waiting tables and as she did one of the college boys grabbed her wrist.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? We’ve been waiting five minutes to get someone to take our order!” The guy had obviously been drinking, Ivy could tell as he slurred his words together. She tried to pull back her wrist from his grasp. When she realized that the boys grasp was too tight to pull out of, she grimaced.
“Let go! You’re hurting me!” The boy sneered at her and turned back to see if his friends were watching as he put their waitress in her place.
“Guys, she says I’m hurting her!” There was uproarious laughter for thirty seconds until a large pair of hands slammed down in the middle of their table.
“Let her go.” The college boy faces turned to face the owner of the two large hands on the table. “NOW!” The voice boomed. Ivy felt her wrist come free and with her other hand she rubbed it gently. “Now,” the gravelly voice said, “you’re going to leave and you’re not going to come back in here again.” The boys all looked at each other in protest but when the large hands slammed down on the table once again, they all jumped up nodding.
