Stupid, stupid me, I really shouldn’t have talked to the big man—Breech, they call him. He was nice to me, helping me do my job, which no one else around this place would do. I normally tried to stay invisible, otherwise it just brought Drake’s wrath upon my head and face. Breech had noticed the bruises on my face and I had to think quickly so he wouldn’t get suspicious. He seemed to accept what I said and had moved on when the pretty girl called his name.
How I would love to have someone look at me the way Breech looked at Jiji.
Unfortunately, I also saw the lascivious way Brom was looking at Jiji. The man was an animal, immoral, and no woman was safe around him.
He had extreme tastes. On more than one occasion, I witnessed a girl being escorted off the property under cover, usually not under her own power, either. His lechery was only known to those closest to him, as they procured the women who ‘entertained’ him at night.
Drake knew of his proclivities and kept me in the barn—or stashed in the loft. He demanded I dressed in loose, baggy clothes, kept my hair in a braid up under a hat, and that I stayed out of sight as much as possible. I tried not to anger him or I usually got to see the back of his hand. At least I was fed and warm, so I stayed out of his way as much as I could.
I hid whenever Brom was around. I knew Lane knew about me; he was aware about everything that happened at the farm. What I didn’t know was why he let me slide under Brom’s radar for so long.
Two nights ago, all that changed.
Drake was in the office when Lane appeared. I didn’t pay much attention until Drake raised his voice, shouting at Lane, who remained impassive. Creeping closer to the slightly open door, I listened to the men talking.
“You should have quit while you were ahead, Drake. You are so far in the red now that the only thing of value you have left is Gia. She will settle your debt and Brom will be satisfied with her ‘til she’s all used up.”
Drake was shaking his head no. “Lane, there has to be another way. I promised her dad before he died that I’d look out for her. She’s not my kid, but I wouldn’t wish what you’re proposing on any woman, no less someone as innocent as Gia.”
Drake shrugged. “You have a week to figure out how to pay what you owe. The girl he’s with now will probably last that long. If you can’t come up with it by then, you will hand over Gia and your debt will be paid—and that’s the end of the story.”
Crawling away from the door, I scrambled up the ladder to the loft. My time at the farm had come to an end. No way would I let Drake hand me over to that madman, to be used in the obscenest ways. Drake thought I was innocent. He had no idea I was not the dumb teenager he thought I was. I fooled him and I’m glad I had. I gathered my few possessions together, ready for a quick getaway. If the opportunity to escape came, I was taking it.
With my mind made up, I made my bed in the fresh straw I had brought up earlier and, with one ear open, tried to get some sleep.
Fourteen
Driving down the road with Jiji at my back, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt since I got out of the Marines and landed with the Devil’s Wind. Having my best friend’s approval to date his sister meant the world to me.
My attraction to her was such that I didn’t know if I would have been able to stay away from her even if Fighter had been against me pursuing her. She made me feel things I’d never felt before. Having her on the back of my bike was the best feeling in the world to me.
We made a quick stop at the hotel, gathered what we needed for the picnic, and were back on the road again in less than half an hour. Jiji was directing me where to go and I drove along with her voice in my ear, talking about some of the places we saw and what she had done as a teenager living in the area. She was giving me a glimpse into her life and I soaked it in, wanting to know everything about her.
We turned into a state park after about a half hour ride. I pulled into a parking space and shut off the bike. Jiji was off the back quickly, handing me the helmet while she collected the things we had brought with us from the saddlebags.
Taking my hand, she led me down through the parking lot to a path that threaded through the trees. We walked along in companionable silence. We came out of the trees into a meadow and she stopped when she found a flat spot to spread the blanket.
Dropping to her knees, she started arranging things to her liking. She had pulled out a Bluetooth speaker and connected her phone. Luke Bryan was singing about drinking a beer, which sounded like a good idea. As if she had read my mind, she handed me an ice-cold beer she had just taken from the chest next to her. She winked at me and I laughed.
Sitting down next to her, I stretched out my legs, leaning back on my elbows, the beer dangling from my fingers. There was a slight breeze ruffling my hair, the air smelled crisp and clear, and the meadow was alive with color from the surrounding trees and flowers dotted throughout the tall grass. I watched Jiji as she puttered around setting up lunch; she was humming along to the song on the radio, completely oblivious to how adorable she was.
Reaching over, I wrapped my fingers around her neck, pulling her gently into my lap. She squeaked as she toppled backward, but laughed up at me.
“Umm, your lap seems to have gotten bumpy,” she commented.
My erection was straining the zipper of my jeans; it seemed to be a permanent condition when she was around. She sat up, twining her arms around my neck and bringing my lips down to hers for a searing kiss.
She broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against mine. “You make me so crazy with wanting you; I don’t remember or care where we are. I’ve never had sex outside, but the other night on your bike was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. Now, here we are, in a meadow in the middle of the day and all I want to do is tear your clothes off and ride you like the stallion you are.”
Reaching up, I cupped her face. “Babe, sex is not an indoor sport. I see you and I want you. I hear your voice on the phone and I want you. I dream of you and I want you.”
As I said each word, I pushed the buttons of her blouse through their holes. Slipping my hand inside, I pushed one cup of her bra down, and the heavy weight of her breast spilled into my hand, her peaked nipple stiff against my palm. She moaned when I tweaked it.
Leaning forward to nuzzle my neck, she nipped at my throat; her position pushed her silky flesh deeper into my hand. Shifting positions, she swung her leg over my lap, straddling me. Shrugging a little, the blouse fell from her shoulders. Never releasing my gaze, she reached between her breasts and unclasped her bra, peeling the other cup away from her aroused nipple before dropping it.
Raising her arms brought her luscious breasts up and forward. She threaded her hands through her hair, lifting it into a ponytail high on her head, and then slid a hair tie from her wrist over it.
Leaning forward, I sucked a stiff nipple into my mouth. Her hands fell from her hair to mine. Rocking against my jean-covered erection, she moaned as I sucked harder then nuzzled between her breasts. Her motions grew more frenzied; she started rocking against me harder, telling me she was ready for more.
Sliding my hand down to the waistband of her jeans, I quickly unsnapped and unzipped them, pushing my hand inside her panties to her slick, wet, warm pussy. She greedily sucked in my finger so I added a second, stretching and pumping inside her—making sure my thumb rubbed across her clit each time. She arched her back, groaning as she absorbed the new sensation. I released her nipple, kissing my way across her smooth skin ‘til I found its twin, drawing it into the depths of my mouth as I sucked hard. She responded by grinding her pussy harder against my fingers. She maneuvered her hand between our bodies, finding my zipper, and released it, shifting my hips to pull my jeans down, allowing my cock to spring free.
I was hot and hard, pulsing—a bead of pre-cum appeared, which she spread around the broad head with her thumb.
Lifting my head off her breast, she cupped my face between her hands. “Breech, I’m on the pill and it’s the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant. Let me feel you skin-to-skin.”
Instead of answering her, I lifted her body ‘til she was above me, allowing her to grab my cock and lift it to her opening. Slowly I pushed up, breaching her body with the blunt head of my dick. I watched in fascination as my thick shaft disappeared inside her slick channel. Her body was primed, her juices helping her body accommodate my penetration. I didn’t stop pushing ‘til she was fully seated and I was balls-deep.
She pushed at my shoulders ‘til I was leaning backward on my elbows. Putting her hands on my abs, she lifted her body up and started a sinuous dance. Her breasts shook as she moved up and down on my cock, her tight sheath holding me snugly in her warm, wet depths.
The look of enjoyment on her face, the smell of the grass and flowers around us, the feel of the soft blanket under my naked ass, it all coalesced into one perfect moment of clarity.
I was in love with this woman. I would do anything—be anything, go anywhere—as long as she was with me.
In a swift movement, I circled her waist and turned, bringing her under me without breaking our connection. She let out a frightened squeak, grabbing for my shoulders, but allowed me to roll her onto her back.
Looking into her eyes, I pulled out slowly ‘til only the head of my cock remained inside of her. Her hips rose off the blanket, trying to get me to come back into her welcoming heat. I resisted her attempts to draw me back in, and her eyes turned questioning.
“Jiji, I think I’m in love with you.” I said. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Slowly I pushed in, watching her expression change from wide-eyed to heavy-lidded with carnal knowledge, but I didn’t stop ‘til, once again, I was fully seated inside her.
Lifting those lashes, she said, “I’m in love with you too, Breech.” We smiled at each other, both enjoying the moment of harmony. It didn’t last long; my cock was pulsing inside her, my body wanting me to move, to conquer, to ravish the beauty under me. Pushing her thighs down and out, she was wide open for me.
I began a hard, pounding rhythm, hitting her sweet spot on every downward stroke. She responded by lifting her hips, matching me perfectly. We moved in unison, each straining to reach the peak, but I refused to get off before she did. I felt her pussy tightening around my cock, and her back bowed off the blanket as her climax hit, almost strangling my cock in a tight embrace.
I pumped in a few more times, feeling the tingle spreading up my spine. I didn’t want to come; I wanted to stay in her welcoming body forever. Knowing that wasn’t possible, I pulled out, splatting her stomach and upper thighs with my come. Breathing hard, I rolled onto my back, covering my eyes with my forearm while I fought to catch my breath.
She lay next to me, breathing deeply, totally boneless in post-coital bliss. Rousing, I reached into the basket for a couple of napkins, cleaning us both up. Standing, I stuffed my junk back in my jeans then reached down, clasping hands with and pulling her up into my arms. “I’ve never told another woman I loved her before you.” Lifting up on her tiptoes, she kissed me gently on the lips.
“I didn’t know what love really felt like…until you, Breech. This all-consuming emotion is new to me, but I wouldn’t change it for a thing.”
Winding her hair around my fist, I pulled ‘til she was bent back over my arm. Leaning over, I kissed her hard and deep, pouring every ounce of emotion I was feeling into the kiss. She gripped my forearms, giving as much as she was getting.
We kissed until we had to come up for air, and she put her head against my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. My throat closed up, and I felt my eyes well up with tears for this tiny slip of a woman I held in my arms.
“Breech, you’re smothering me.” Immediately I eased my grip, letting her go. Bending down and picking up her shirt and bra, I handed them to her.
Shyly she took them, turning her back to put them on. I smiled. We had just been as intimate as two people can be, and she had to turn her back to put her bra on. She was a walking contradiction.
We needed to pack up and get on the road, as it was starting to get late. She set to work, immediately repacking the uneaten food while I stowed the blanket in the saddlebags. She walked up to me, handing me the cooler which I strapped on the back while she put on her helmet.
Pushing her visor up, I lifted her ‘til I could kiss her lips. She giggled when I put her back on her feet. Waiting ‘til I took the bike off the stand, she hopped on the back, wrapping herself around me.
Driving us back to the hotel in the waning light, I thought about the afternoon and its revelations. I realized there wasn’t any place else I’d rather be in this point in my life—or anyone else I’d rather be with. I knew she was young, and she had plans for her future, and I’d be happy to help her reach her goals. I wanted her to succeed and as long as her plan included me, I’d be happy.
Fifteen
The next few days flew by as I took Breech on a tour of my old haunts. I borrowed a Jeep from an old friend and we went to the drive-in for a double feature; sitting in the car munching on popcorn and stealing kisses while watching the movie was a blast. We spent every night in bed tangled up in the sheets and each other.
Brom called every day inviting us back to the farm, but I declined as graciously as I could each time. The guy gave me the willies and I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible without making him angry. Day by day, his calls became more frequent and his manner less and less welcoming and more menacing. I didn’t tell Breech which, in hindsight, was stupid. But I felt like we were just feeling our way and I didn’t want to ruin it considering Brom hadn’t done anything. It was just a feeling, my gut was telling me to watch out, I had no proof to back it up with.
The day we were supposed to leave dawned rainy and dreary, just like my mood. I had packed the night before and there really wasn’t much to do but have breakfast and get on the road to Brom’s farm.
Loading the saddlebags, I mounted behind Breech, settling in for the short ride. It was misty and a fine fog had settled over the road, making it difficult to see. Breech was one of the best riders in the Devil’s Wind so I had no fear. A chill settled in my soul, though, an ominous feeling that something was amiss.
We got to the farm in no time and were once again met by Lane on the porch. He invited us inside and I was grateful to get out of the rain that had just begun to fall heavier than a drizzle.
He excused himself when Brom came out of his office just off the great room, followed by a servant rolling a coffee cart. He offered us both a cup, which I accepted gratefully, warming my hands on the mug.
Lane returned, telling us the foals were being loaded and the rig would be ready to roll shortly. Breech turned to Brom. “Your driver and handler will return the trailer to you after they drop the animals at the farm Sandra has arranged to take care of them.”
Brom brushed off the comment, saying, “It is no consequence. They will stay as long as they are needed.” There was definitely a chill in the air between the two men, but we would be leaving soon, so I didn’t pay it any mind. I heard the rumbling of the trailer on the driveway coming from the direction of the barns. It stopped in front of the house, idling, ready to go.
“The driver’s name is Manny, and the handler is Dave,” Lane said. They are both experienced and should have no problem with the delivery.”
I handed the housekeeper the empty cup. “Gracias,” I said.
“De nada,” she responded. Brom gave her a look and she slunk away like she had done something wrong. Again, I got a cold chill being around him and I was happy we would soon be leaving.
Walking to the bike, I reached for my helmet when Breech stopped me. “Jiji, why don’t you ride in the truck for a while; it’s
a double cab, so you’ll be comfortable. Why should both of us be wet and uncomfortable in this weather?” I really didn’t want to be apart from Breech, but I understood what he was saying just from the short ride over from the hotel. He had changed into his foul weather gear, but I knew it would only protect him so far. Giving in, I nodded my head and turned towards the truck.
Before I could take a step, he swept me into his arms, tipping my head back and kissing me soundly. When he released me, I was a little dizzy, but pleasantly so. Brom had been watching from the porch and before he could wipe the expression from his face, I saw malicious intent. It sent a shiver down my spine and the hair at the back of my neck was standing up.
He smiled a malevolent smile, then, like a chameleon, wiped his expression and a smile appeared. I shuddered, turning away quickly before climbing into the back of the truck. Breech mounted the bike and we rolled down the driveway. When I looked out the side window, both Brom and Lane were gone.
Settling back on the plush seat, I leaned my head back and decided to take a nap. The unsettling feeling I had from Brom wouldn’t go away, so I thought maybe after a little sleep things wouldn’t seem so dour. I felt bad for Breech riding alone in the rain, but the warmth of the cab and the rocking of the truck soon lulled me to sleep.
I woke up when I felt the truck stop. Looking out the window, I saw we were at the pumps at some truck stop. I opened the door and swung down from the cab. Breech was ahead of us, gassing up the bike. I walked over to him, and he smiled at me.
“Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?”
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