by Penny Wylder
Robert still looks pissed, but his eyes are softer now. He strokes his fingers along my cheek. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“It’s my own fault,” I say. “I was too desperate for him to be punished, and I let my guard down. I should have vetted that evidence, and I didn’t.”
“You were framed. That’s not your fault.”
I go back and forth in my head with that argument, but in the end the blame lies with me. If I’d been smarter, I wouldn’t be in this situation. But then again, I wouldn’t be here either.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says.
“It’s kind of nice,” I close my eyes. “I haven’t really had anyone to tell the whole story to until now.”
“Glad I could help.”
We rest in silence for a few minutes, the invisible sensation of closeness binding us together. “It’s late,” he says. “I should have made you dinner hours ago.”
He starts to pull away, and I stop him. “If I told you I wasn’t that kind of hungry, what would you say?”
“Oh?” Robert raises an eyebrow. “I’d say I’m always that kind of hungry.”
The sudden power in his tone makes me go liquid, and I melt back into the bed. Robert reaches behind him and I hear the opening and closing of a drawer. He reaches between us, rolling a condom on. There’s nothing fancy about the way he takes me. He doesn’t even move except to drape my leg over his hip. And then he’s pushing inside and I let out a moan. I’m still sensitive from the brutal way he took me earlier, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want to remember that. But even in the few short hours since he last fucked me, I’ve forgotten how big he is. He’s sliding in and in and in and he’s finally in to the hilt and I’m so full that I can’t breathe.
I move with him, pushing back against him, and our rhythm is smooth and slow. He puts his hand on my ass, guiding me, moving me in exactly the right way so that he hits all of me. Every. Single. Time. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet, because it doesn’t quite feel like the time to be loud.
It doesn’t make sense how good this feels. He’s so deep and pressing deeper, faster, and I can feel my orgasm approaching from far away. Like a little spark on the horizon of a wildfire that’s racing towards me.
Robert’s hand grips my thigh and holds me still as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder, and I’m already well on my way to coming. His breathing is short and ragged, and I know neither of us are going to hold out for very long. I squeeze down on him and he groans, driving into me harder, and suddenly I’m there. He rolls his hips, and the tip of him hits that spot deep inside, and my pleasure breaks open. I have to hold onto him, shuddering and shaking as I come, loving how deep this pleasure goes.
I feel him come too, and he moans against my throat. “I want to fuck you everywhere,” he says.
“Where?” I ask, catching my breath. “In the garden?”
“As fun as that would be,” he says, “I don’t want to kill my plants.” Rolling over so he’s pinning me to the bed, he’s looking down at me again like he’s a wolf and I’m the prey. But it doesn’t scare me. I like this wolf. The gentle man who comforted me has stepped into the background, still there, but now filled with the powerful fire that ignites my own. I’m still impaled on his cock and he knows it, moving his hips to remind me. “No,” he says. “I want to take every part of you. I want to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours. I want you to come screaming while I’m buried in your ass. I want to see my cock bulge in your throat. And most importantly, I want that sweet cunt of yours every night.”
He can feel how my pussy clenches at his words, and the way my breath hitched at the carnal way that he said those things. “That’s a lot of ground to cover,” I say, swallowing. I’ve never down some of those things. But with Robert, I’d be willing to try.
“We’ve got twenty-six days left before you drag me back to prison,” he says. “We can make the most of them.”
“Two orgasms,” I say.
“What?”
I let the corner of my mouth tip up into a smile. “Guarantee me two orgasms every day.”
He laughs. “If you want to aim low, that’s your choice.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in months, and I haven’t come more than once a day for a long time. Today was an exception.”
“You have some catching up to do. And in that case I’ll do you one better,” he says. “I’ll guarantee you at least two orgasms a day.”
I squeeze down on his cock and watch his smile falter with the feeling. “You have a deal,” I say.
10
Robert
The ride down the mountain is usually tedious, but I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes on the road because watching Anna is so funny. She doesn’t like the bumps or the steep road, and every time we hit the smallest gully she grabs for the dashboard. I have a mind to pull her into my lap and fuck her while sitting in the front seat of my truck. That could be fun.
I haven’t given Anna either of her orgasms today, so everything I see is a possible way to make her moan. I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of…preoccupation with someone. At the same time, it doesn’t feel that way. I like seeing her happy. I like seeing her flushed and out of breath with my name on her lips. And I want her to have her life back. I was gritting my teeth so hard that my jaw ached, and it was only the fact that Anna was in my arms that I didn’t jump out of bed, track down this David Morris guy, and kick his ass so hard he’d never sit comfortably. I don’t ever want to see those kind of tears in Anna’s eyes again.
Those weren’t nothing. Those tears came from deep pain, and I’d be a fool to think otherwise.
The tiny town at the base of the mountain isn’t anything special. They have a general store, a bar, and one clothing store that sells mostly flannel and jeans. But Anna can’t keep washing the same pair of panties every night, and we need some food essentials. There’s only one stop light in this town, so you can park almost anywhere and walk. I send her over to the clothing store while I hit up the general. I need milk and cheese and pasta. I may be off the grid, but I’m not that kind of hermit. I’m not about to buy a cow because I don’t want to worry about feeding it or milking it. Buying the milk is just simpler.
I grab what we need and head over to the clothing store, but Anna is nowhere in sight.
“She’s in the dressing room,” the bored teenage girl behind the counter says.
“Thanks.”
The ‘dressing room’ is a single stall in the back of the store. I can see Anna’s bare feet under the door. I knock softly. “Any luck?”
The door opens and she pulls me inside quickly. “I don’t know. I don’t usually wear this kind of stuff.”
“This kind of stuff?” I ask. “What kind of stuff is that?”
“I don’t know,” she says, gesturing to the blue flannel shirt that she’s wearing. “Mountain stuff.”
The shirt fits her well, even if it’s tight in the chest. I touch the button that’s about to burst, and it pops open. “I like this.”
“Of course you do.” She laughs, but that’s probably not very practical.
“I don’t know,” I say, undoing the buttons on the shirt slowly to reveal her bra—a tempting black lace concoction and that makes me hard just looking at it. “I think it’s very practical. I can pop these buttons open in seconds.”
“I’m trying on the jeans too.”
I look down, and I get even harder. The dark wash jeans hug her hips snugly, and damn it’s a pretty sight. “If you’re looking to get work done in those jeans, it’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
I back her against the wall of the dressing room. “Because all those jeans make me want to do is peel you out of them.” I pop the button on the jeans and slip my hand inside, down and into her panties and she gasps. “Shhh,” I say softly. “You’re about to get your first orgasm of the day, and you wouldn’t want the sales girl to hear.”
“Now?” she squeaks.
“Now. Whenever and wherever I choose. I promised you those orgasms. I’m a man of my word.”
Anna’s body has betrayed her. She can pretend that she’s horrified, but she’s soaking wet, and my middle finger slips inside her almost too easily. She whimpers, but presses her lips together. “Good girl,” I whisper, adding another finger. I curl them back until I find the rough patch that’s her g-spot, and press down. Her eyes flutter closed, and my jeans are tight now to the point of pain. I love watching her like this, and I’m going to fuck her hard enough to come, whether or not that sales girl can hear.
I thrust my fingers up into her, and she rises up on her toes. Perfect. Using one foot, I widen her stance, so that she’s on edge, the only thing keeping her balanced is my fingers in her cunt. I add another one for good measure, and then I start to fuck her. I move hard and fast, and Anna’s eyes go wide. She bites her lip, and her face is bright red with both mortification and arousal.
Slow and steady, I work her pussy in smooth strokes. Anna clenches around me. Her pussy grips my fingers like she never wants to let them go. She’s holding her breath, trying not to make the sounds that she desperately wants to. “Let go,” I say. “Let it happen.”
She shakes her head as I speed up my pace. I press her back against the wall of the dressing room, fucking her faster. She moans, and it’s loud and her flush turns an even brighter red. It sends blood straight to my dick, but Anna is tense. Way too tense. I can feel that she needs to come, but she’s not quite there.
I cover her mouth with my other hand, and she relaxes. She trusts me to keep her quiet, and I do. She’s suddenly squirming on my hand, body begging for more as I drive her closer and closer to the edge. I can hear her muffled moans as I rub my fingers across her g-spot, stroking, fluttering, stretching them out as I pull out and push in, overwhelming her pussy with sensation. And then, using my thumb, I press down on her clit, sliding around it in a circle, and she comes. Her orgasm gushes out onto my hand and she’s shaking, the wall of the dressing room trembling just a little.
When she’s finished, I slide my hands out of her jeans. I make sure that her eyes are on mine before I lick my fingers clean. It’s the hottest thing, and now I’m going to die if my cock gets any harder. “Orgasm number one,” I say.
She melts against me, limp and sated. “Damn you.”
I laugh, tilting her head back. “Damn me. But you liked it.”
Anna blushes. “I did.” Then she pauses, and her hand strokes across the erection straining against my jeans. “And it feels like you’d like it too.”
Her clever fingers undo my belt, and my cock springs out, fully hard. The way she sinks to her knees has me instantly ready to come. Her tongue flicks out, licking the underside of my head, and now I’m the one fighting back a groan. The tip of my cock disappears into her mouth and I’m encased in perfect, velvet heat. Anna knows what she’s doing to me. She pulls back, grinning up at me as she licks along my shaft, and she doesn’t break eye contact as she sucks my balls between her lips.
Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
I’ve never met a woman who’s this good at giving head and seems to enjoy it as much as she does. I’m gripping the top of the dressing room now, holding back the sounds I want to make. Payback is a bitch. I’m so close that I’m grinding my teeth together, and as her mouth sinks down onto me I know I’m going to lose it. That’s it. I weave my fingers into her hair, and grab my cock with the other. “Open,” I growl.
She does, and I’m stroking, pulling on my cock, and the orgasm explodes through me, violent and sudden. I watch as her mouth fills with my come, burst after burst until I’m empty, pleasure coursing through my veins with my heartbeat. I don’t even have to tell Anna to swallow what I gave her, she does. Sealing her lips, I see her throat move, and then she licks her lips. “God damn, Anna.”
“I knew you’d like it.”
Tucking my cock back into my pants, I zip them up. I pull out my wallet and hand her a card. “Buy whatever you want. Working clothes, and clothes like that shirt that are so tight I want to rip them off you.”
“You’re leaving?”
I grip her upper arms, holding her still while I take a kiss. I run my tongue across her lips and press it inside her like I want to be doing elsewhere. “If I don’t walk out of this store right now,” I tell her, “I’m going to fuck you so hard this little stall will break. So buy the clothes, and meet me at the bar across the street so I can take you home and fuck you where you can scream to your heart’s content.”
She shivers in my arms, and her pupils go wide. Her lips part just a little, and I love that. She’s imagining what’s going to happen, and so am I. I step away and exit the booth before I change my mind and fuck her right there. Just being around Anna makes me so hard, I can’t believe it. I wasn’t joking when I told her we’re going to cover every base. My imagination is running wild with all the possibilities.
I step into Valley Tavern and take a deep breath. It’s comforting and familiar. I come in a couple times a month and have a beer when I’m in town, and once before I made time to sneak off with a certain blonde bartender. That’s not going to happen this time. But, as luck would have it, Lucy is working today. The minute she sees me, her face blooms into a smile. “Hey, handsome.” She leans over the bar, intentionally displaying her generous breasts. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll take a break.”
I shake my head. “Not today. Just my regular today.”
“Why not?” she asks.
It won’t serve either of us to lie, so I just say it. “I’m with someone.”
She smirks. “Right. The hermit mountain man has found himself a mountain woman? I don’t think so.” She reaches across the bar and takes my hand. “Come on, baby. It’s been a while since I’ve had a ride and I need a mountain man like you to show me how it’s done.”
“Lucy, stop.”
She keeps pulling me toward the door where we went last time—the back parking lot where her car and expectations are waiting. But right now the door is filled with Anna’s short frame. Shit. Her eyes are flat steel. “He told you to let go.”
Lucy’s got a good four inches on Anna, and she straightens, looking down her nose. “Who the fuck are you?”
A slow smile crosses Anna’s face. “I’m the mountain woman.”
11
Anna
The kick of jealousy in my chest isn’t what I expected. The woman in front of me is everything that I’m not. She’s taller than me, skinnier, and her tight shirt shows off a set of breasts that I’ll never come close to. The familiar way she’s touching Robert tells me that they’ve slept together before, but I don’t care about that. I care about the fact that he asked her to let go, and she didn’t.
“Take your hand off of him. Right now.”
The woman—I head Robert call her Lucy—sneers. She looks back at Robert. “Her? You’re with her?”
“I am,” he says. No doubt. No hesitation. Then he takes her wrist with his other hand and pulls her off him. “I think I’ll skip the beer.” He walks straight to me, and leans down to kiss me. It’s deep and fast and I’m so surprised that I almost drop the bag with my new clothes in it. “Let’s go.”
I nod, and follow him, taking only a second to look back at Lucy, who’s staring at the two of us with an open mouth and daggers in her eyes. Robert is walking so fast that I can barely keep up, and he climbs into the truck without a word. It’s only after I shut the door that he pulls me across the bench seat and takes my face in his hands. “I didn’t go in there looking for that.”
“Were you worried I would think that?” He doesn’t have to say anything. The look on his face tells me. “I saw enough to know otherwise,” I say. “Besides, you don’t strike me as a man who would do that.”
“Never.”
“And I’m not the kind of woman who cares that you’ve been with other people before me. I’ve been with other people too.”
He stares at m
e for a second. “I slept with her once. I usually go to the bar when I come into town and one day I just…I needed something. Anything. We had sex in her car. It was a nice change of pace. But I think this one is better.”
“Good.” I hold up the bag of clothes so he can see it. “I got some things. We’ll see how many you decide to destroy before we have to come back.”
“Or you could just go naked. There’s no one around to see you up there.” He starts the truck and heads down the main road of the town back toward the mountain.
I snort a laugh. “I can’t do work naked. There would be a lot of dirt in places it has no business being.”
“Who said anything about work?” he says. “I could just have you there, naked so that I could look at you. Trust me, the work would go faster because I’d want to get it done.”
I make a sarcastic face. “Are you sure you could control yourself long enough for the work to get done at all?”
“Why don’t we try it and find out?”
“Maybe,” I say, “but you’re so close to finishing the sculpture. I think you should finish that first before…anything else.”
“But—”
I place a hand on his arm. “I promise I’ll give you a good show if you finish it first.”
He takes his eyes off the road for a second to grin at me. “What kind of show?”
“What, and ruin the surprise? I don’t think so.”
I can tell he wants to press for more, but he doesn’t. But he does drive a little faster.
“Trust me,” I say. “You’ll enjoy it.”
Robert disappeared into the workshop so fast I swear I saw some skid marks. I unload the groceries and fold my new clothes while I hear the soft sounds of carving. And soon after, I hear no sounds at all. I creep up to the workshop door and peek inside. Robert is staining the sculpture, painting the pale wood a golden brown, the liquid dripping down it like honey and pooling in the tray beneath it.
