Protecting Her Heart

by Chance Carter

  "What's going on?" I asked when we reached the secured door leading out of the prison block.

  "Exactly what I said," he replied, clearly irritated. "You're being released, meathead."

  My jaw fell open in surprise, and I staggered behind him through the door as it opened, then through the next set of doors, until we finally stepped out into the booking area of the prison.

  I ran through the motions of my release in a fog. I was still so in shock that it didn't seem real. I kept expecting someone to jump out with a camera crew and tell me I was being pranked. It would be a cruel prank, but it seemed so much more likely that all this was fake than it did that I was a free man.

  And then I stepped out onto the dusty front steps of the prison and took my first breath of free air.

  Sadie and Melissa were waiting for me by the road, both of their mouths set in wide grins. Sadie ran for me, tackling me in a flying hug and cackling like a madwoman as I spun her around a few times.

  "You're free!" she cried. "I can't believe it! Oh my god!" She pulled back and looked up at my face, wrinkling her nose. "You stink."

  I rolled my eyes and cuffed her on the shoulder lightly. "I'm afraid the weekend spa outing was canceled this week, so I am inadequately perfumed."

  Sadie laughed and backed away, leaving an open path between Melissa and me. She was still a few feet away, probably wanting to stay out of Sadie's way. Our eyes locked.

  "Fuck, you're even more beautiful than you are in my dreams, sweetheart." I strode toward her, wrapping a handful of her silky caramel hair in my fist and using it to tip her head back. "You can't be real."

  My other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against my chest until I could feel her tits squeeze against my chest. My cock stirred, coming back to life after what had been a long couple of weeks. For now, I stared at the lines of her face, the curve of her cupid bow's mouth, the roundness of her creamy cheeks. Her eyes were bright and alive, almost like the color of her irises undulated just beneath the surface.

  "I missed you," she murmured. "And for the record, I don't think you smell."

  I laughed. "Good."

  I brushed my lips across Melissa's, still trying to process my incredible luck. She sighed and lifted up her heels to kiss me.

  I pulled her even tighter as our kiss bloomed into something fiery and sweet. It tasted of fear and desperation, of need and want and desire so fierce I thought my knees would buckle from the force of it. She sighed into my mouth, and I nibbled on her bottom lip. It was so good to have her in my arms again. It took a significant effort to pull away long enough to catch my breath, then I dove in again and slipped my tongue between her lips ,eliciting a groan of pleasure from my perfect, wonderful girl.

  "I worried that I would never get to kiss you again," she murmured.

  I let go of her hair and ran my thumb lovingly down her cheek as we gazed deep into each other’s eyes. "I'm here now, and I promise you I am never going to leave you again."

  She smiled and looked down. "God, I hope you're right."

  "Sweetheart, look at me."

  She did as instructed, her long eyelashes fluttering up from her cheeks. The expression was so demure and innocent that I wondered if I would even make it to the car without sliding a hand in her jeans to see if she was just as wet as I was hard. I already knew she would be.

  "Never," I said. "I am never leaving you."

  She smiled, and I swear I saw her eyes mist with tears. Sadie interrupted us before we could say anything further.

  "Not that I don't love prisons as much as the next chick, but would you mind if we got out of here?"

  Melissa laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me out toward the parking lot while Sadie filled me in on the details of what had gone on since I last saw them.

  "So Donnie is a piece of shit, as we all know, but he really one-upped himself this time. Apparently the night you got arrested he got shitfaced and was bragging to everyone who would listen at the Alibi that bad things happened to people who crossed his family, and how he didn't bend the rules so much as he created them, yadda yadda." She took a breath. "Well anyway, he said similar things to Melissa, and even though they didn't have enough evidence to say he set you up or anything like that, it was enough to get a judge to look into the arrest process. The judge ruled the evidence inadmissible due to the conflict of interest and the lack of proper arrest procedure, and here we are." She raised her hands demonstratively just as we reached Melissa's car. I gave the little beater a tap on the roof, happy to see it again.

  "Only thing is..." Melissa piped up, squeezing my hand. "I had to spend the rest of our savings on a fancy lawyer. Your attorney was useless. Sorry babe."

  The financial blow sucked, but at least it was better than spending the next several years in prison. I had my life back. I had my girl back. I had a second chance.

  "I understand," I said. "You did what you needed to do."

  Melissa parted from my side and slipped into the driver's seat. Sadie gestured for me to take the passenger seat and climbed into the back, scooting over until she was in the middle. She popped her head between the two front seats.

  "I never thought I'd say this," I said, "but I'm excited to get back to Cannon."

  Melissa laughed. "Me too."

  We stopped for some food at a greasy burger joint just off the freeway but otherwise drove straight back to Cannon without even stopping for gas. I was glad we didn't make any other detours. I wouldn’t have even wanted to stop for food if I wasn't starving and if prison food wasn't so damn unpalatable. My first real meal was nothing special, but it tasted fucking divine to me.

  The motel parking lot was just as I remembered it. I wasn't sure what I expected, considering Cannon was the least likely place to change in the whole country, but I still felt like I should should see things through different eyes. It was almost alarming how easy it was to pretend that the past couple of weeks hadn't happened. It was like I'd been on vacation.

  Sadie hopped out of the car first, already pulling her car keys out of her purse.

  I rose from the car and rubbed the bank of my arm over my forehead to swipe away the sweat already beading there. It was a hot day. At least I would get to spend the rest of it inside in the air conditioning, rather than out in the yard with a bunch of sweaty guys. Again, I wondered how I could be so fortunate.

  I glanced over at Sadie, wondering if she was going to stick around for a while.

  "I was going to stay tonight, but I figure you guys probably have some catching up to do," she explained when she saw me looking.

  Oh, did we ever. I loved my little sister.

  "I'm going to visit next weekend," she continued. "And the three of us are going to celebrate properly."

  Melissa came to my side and wrapped her arm around my waist, snuggling in next to me. "Thanks for all your help, Sadie. I could not have gotten through this without you."

  "Pfft." Sadie waved her off. "As if you couldn't have. You're a stone, girl."

  "I mean it."

  Sadie's expression softened, and she bared her teeth in a grin. "I wouldn't have made it without you either. We can buy each other tequila shots next weekend as thanks."

  "Deal."

  I broke away from Melissa and pulled Sadie into a hug. She squirmed, muttering something about "prison stank", but I didn't let go until I was good and ready. Sadie might pretend like this whole experience was no skin off her back now that it was over, but I knew her better than that. We'd both lost so much in life. Before Melissa came along, each other was all we had.

  "Thank you, sis." I kissed the top of her head and let her go. "I can't wait to see you next weekend."

  Sadie waved and got into her car. Melissa snuck back under my arm as we watched my sister leave, neither one of us saying anything until her car rumbled out of sight on the long stretch of desert highway.

  Chapter 32

  Melissa

  My back hit the door so hard I thought it
would crack in two, yet somehow it still wasn't hard enough.

  "Fuck," Jack groaned, slamming his palms on either side of my head as his body pinned me in place. "I've missed you so fucking much."

  I could tell exactly how much he'd missed me just by the hardness rubbing into my stomach. And he would know exactly how much I'd missed him the second he saw my sopping panties. The anxiety and fear that had burned inside of me day and night since his arrest evaporated and left only need in its wake. Raw, primal need. I wanted him inside of me, around me, everywhere and anywhere I could get him. I nearly lost him. His promise to never leave me again was everything I wanted and more.

  His bruising, passionate kiss, was everything I needed.

  Jack grabbed the keys out of the hand balanced on his chest and reached around me to unlock the door without his lips ever leaving mine. We stumbled into the doorway, and he slammed the door shut behind us. I cleaned the room to perfection in anticipation of his homecoming, not that he noticed. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and tore it off.

  “I thought about you every night.” Jack trailed kisses down my collarbone, scraping his teeth over my skin. “I thought about that hot mouth of yours, about your tight, sweet pussy. I thought about all the wicked things I would do to you when I got out and it nearly drove me crazy.”

  He raked his nails down the tops of my breasts and followed with his mouth. I arched back as the sensations turned my core into a puddle of heat. There was no doubt in my mind that he owned my body the same way he owned my heart and soul. My skin was on fire. My thoughts became pictures and feelings instead of words, naughty tableaus of all the things we’d been missing.

  “I came on my fingers so many times pretending they were yours,” I whispered hoarsely. “No matter what I did, though, I was never satisfied.” I looked down at him, kneeling before me and kissing the plane of my stomach with an expression of pure bliss.

  “What can I do to satisfy you, baby?” Jack reached behind me and snapped open my bra. My breasts spilled free into his waiting mouth, and he began to rub his hand between my thighs, moaning when he felt my heat.

  “I need your cock. I need you to split me wide open and fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked me before.” I pulled on his hair to tip his head back, staring down at him intensely. “I want it to hurt.”

  Jack’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

  “I won’t know it’s real unless it hurts,” I explained. “I need to feel something real. This all seems too good to be true.”

  Jack stood and took my chin in his hand, squeezing just to the point of pain. A complementary throb of pleasure sizzled in my core.

  “That’s what you want?”

  I tried to nod, but he was holding me too tight. "Yes," I hissed. "And also…” I slid my hand lightly along the front of his jeans, teasing his hard length. “I want you to take me in whatever way you want to.”

  “You are so fucking hot.” He bent down and slammed his mouth against mine, biting my lower lip with a viciousness I’d never felt before.

  My heart swelled with my love for him and the happiness of the moment. The angst of nearly losing him and my worries about our future faded into the background, just as I knew they would. We both needed this, a wild, uninhibited fuck where we got to lay aside the fucked up world outside our doorstep and just be with each other.

  Jack pulled back from the kiss and stepped back. “I’ll tell you what I want you to do first,” he said in a thick, honeyed voice. It sent a chill of pleasure down my spine. “Get on your knees and show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

  My legs jellified so falling to my knees was easier than ever. I scrambled to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was swollen and thick, a drop of precum glistening enticingly at the tip. I inhaled his musky scent and squeezed my thighs together as my sex throbbed insistently.

  I wasted no more time in getting my mouth on him, licking off the salty precum before swallowing him whole. Jack's powerful thighs quivered. I started to suck, stroking the base of his cock with one hand while kneading his cool balls in the other, just the way I knew he liked.

  Jack's hand slammed against the wall. "Fuck baby, that's so good."

  I hummed along his shaft and took him deeper, gagging a little before pulling back, drool dripping down my chin. I didn’t know how many times I’d fantasized about this exact moment while he was gone, but the reality was more than living up to expectations. It was so hot, so primal. Jack started to thrust his hips into my face, setting a punishing pace that I eagerly matched. My eyes watered with the effort of taking him so deep but I didn’t let up. This wasn’t the only way to show him how much I’d missed him, but it was the most effective.

  “I love feeling my cock slide down your throat while you look up at me like that,” Jack said, stroking the top of my head lovingly as he jammed more of his dick into my mouth. “So innocent but so dirty at the same time. You're a fucking wet dream, sweetheart."

  Oh god, I couldn’t stand another second without releasing some of the tension between my thighs. I dropped a hand and started rubbing myself through my jeans. Jack grinned evilly and pulled away so suddenly that I fell forward onto my hands.

  "Nah ah ah," he tutted, grabbing my forearm and hauling me to my feet. "You said you wanted it to hurt."

  He tossed me face down onto the edge of the bed, holding me in place with a firm hand on my back as he undid and pulled down my pants. I barely had time to register what was happening before the first firm whack landed on my backside. The stinging pain coupled with sparks of electric pleasure that caused me to cry out.

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  Over and over again, Jack’s palm came down on my ass. Over and over again, I groaned in ecstasy. He periodically massaged my smarting skin between smacks but didn't let up until I was nearly numb and I was sure that my butt was bright red.

  The blows stopped. I heard the rustling of fabric behind me and turned my head to see what Jack was doing just in time to see his abs ripple as he pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. He grinned at me. His hair looked boyishly ruffled, and his eyes were bright with lust and excitement. Jack lowered his chest to my back and nibbled along the skin of my shoulder, rubbing his jean-clad erection against the top of my ass.

  “That enough pain for you, sweetheart?” he murmured into my ear.

  The hairs on my neck stood on end. The noise that came out of me was more like a purr than anything else.

  "Such a good girl." His tongue flicked over my pulse, and I shuddered. "I fucking love you.”

  I heard the emotion in his voice, heard the conviction. Jack loved me down to his bones. My heart swelled with the joy of the moment, the sheer ecstasy of being madly in love, especially when that love came with an unlimited supply of delicious orgasms.

  “I want to have a baby,” I blurted.

  It probably wasn't the best time to casually bring it up, but I couldn't help it. Nothing was missing from our relationship, but I knew that bearing Jack's child would make me happier than I'd ever been. I loved him so much that I wanted to build a person with him, and I only hoped if he was going to shoot me down, he'd do it gently.

  Jack lifted up and turned me over, staring down at me with the crease between his eyebrows that always came out when he was thinking hard.

  “You do?” he asked.

  I could only nod.

  Suddenly, Jack’s serious expression split into a beatific smile. He fell on top of me and started kissing me wildly, sloppily, getting every inch of my face before pulling back to smile at me.

  “I want us to have a baby too,” he said. “Everything is a little crazy right now, so maybe we should wait awhile, but…” He nipped the tip of my nose. “Hearing you say that has made me so happy.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded. “You’re my dream, Melissa. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out you were never real, but somehow yo
u just keep getting better and better. If I woke up at this point, I think I’d die.”

  His goofy expression had faded into something more serious, tawny eyes full to the brim with truth and desperation. I took his face in my hands and kissed him, long and slow. I didn’t know how else to say all the things bubbling in my mind. All I could do was show him.

  We rolled on the bed in a tangle of limbs as the kiss grew in tempo. His steady hands unbuttoned and inched off my jeans and panties until they reached my ankles, where I kicked them off. His skin was hot where it touched mine, burning his brand right down to my bones. I luxuriated in the perfection of the moment, of the kiss. I would have waited a hundred years to get him back and feel his touch on my skin again, but the fact that I had him back so soon was incredible. Indescribably so.

  I was slick and ready for him and didn’t want to wait any longer. I wouldn’t be satisfied until our bodies were joined, until I could feel him moving inside of me, bringing me closer to orgasm with every stroke.

  “I want to ride you,” I told him. “Please.”

  Jack moaned. “You know I can’t deny you anything when you ask so nicely.”

  He rolled onto his back, and I climbed astride him, taking his meat in my hand and slowly guiding it inside me. The fit was tight, and I took it slow while my body readjusted to his girth. I sat down fully, and Jack hissed, gripping my hips tightly.

  “That feels so good, baby.”

  I moaned in response and began to ride him. We set a pace together, his hands guiding my hips as they moved back and forth. His cock went deep, filling me entirely, and I leaned back just enough for it to hit my g-spot with every stroke. The pleasure was so intense it was almost overwhelming. The level ratcheted up again when Jack's hands began to wander over my stomach and chest, tweaking and stroking my nipples, squeezing my breasts, scratching down over my stomach. I upped the pace. My breasts bounced with the force of my movements, and Jack swore, biting his lip.