by Michelle Day
During the drive home, Gavin cranked up the stereo and had it belting out some seriously heavy tunes; James scooted down as far as he could in the seat behind Novak and promptly fell asleep despite the music.
Noticing the return of Gavin’s brooding scowl, Novak tried to appease his friend,
“She’s going to be ok you know and she’ll call you when she’s home.”
“I should have insisted that she came home with us, you don’t know Quinn, and he’s not going to accept her dumping him without making a fuss,” Gavin answered.
“But....,” Novak started.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Gavin told him.
Novak shrugged and returned his sunglasses to his face, he pulled the sun visor down and glanced at his reflection in the built in mirror realising as he did so that he had a perfect view of Kiera and the way her breasts jiggled in the minuscule bits of material that served as a bikini top. Novak smiled to himself on noticing both this and the fact that his friend had decided to take the bumpier scenic route home.
Kiera was enjoying the side view she had of Novak. He had been completely charming and attentive throughout the day and she was smitten. She looked down at her chest as the Supra hopped over a speed bump and reached into her top to re-arrange her breasts as they had almost worked their way free. Fiddling behind her neck she tightened the strap then smoothed her hair out of the way. She looked up and saw Novak’s smile, she knew she had his attention.
She had already decided that staying alone in one of the Jensen family’s spare rooms really wasn’t for her. She was incredibly attracted to the tall blond man in the front seat of the car and knowing he had a perfect view of her in the mirror on his sun visor, she decided to have a little fun with him, to make sure she would not be sleeping alone. She reached into her bikini top once again on the pretence of making herself more comfortable, sliding her fingers over her nipples causing them to stand erect. She noticed Novak re-position the sun visor. Laying her head back on the seat, she stretched feline style and ran her hands down her body, unfastening the waistband of the diminutive skirt she was wearing, stroking the soft skin beneath the zipper. Novak reached over and turned on the cars air conditioning, apparently he was getting a little hot, she smiled, she definitely had his attention.
“I need petrol,” Gavin spoke, breaking the tension between them. “Does anyone want anything?”
“Gum please,” Kiera said.
“Water.” Novak croaked.
Gavin glanced over his shoulder at James. “He’s asleep, do you think he’ll want anything?” he asked Novak.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” his friend told him.
Kiera slid a little further down in her seat, the interior confines of the car not in any way restricting her petite form, she parted her legs, moved her hand beneath her skirt and slid the fingers of her right hand into her bikini bottom, pleasuring herself, watching for a reaction in Novak’s face while silently thanking Gavin for his love of tacky mirrored glass.
Climbing back into the car Gavin dropped Kiera’s gum over the back of his seat to her and dumped a pile of crisps, Haribo and water into Novak’s lap. He started the car and turned the air conditioning up a notch, unbeknown to him causing Kiera’s nipples to strain further at the material of her top and Novak’s temperature to rise.
Gavin strapped himself in and moved the car out of the petrol station, murmuring to Novak,
“Open my water for me dude.” .
“Can’t. It’s difficult,” Novak stammered.
Gavin glanced at his friend. “What?”
“There’s a shit load of stuff on my lap,” Novak protested.
“Dump it on the floor.”
“If I do that it’ll blow my cover.” Novak hissed and in reply to Gavin’s questioning look he glanced into the sun visor and then back at his friend.
Gavin shot a look into his rear view mirror and noticed that Kiera appeared slightly flushed. “Ah,” he grinned, he had caught her sucking on the middle finger of her right hand, “I’ll wait,” he chuckled then turned his full attention back to the road.
Novak sighed, the girl in the back seat was driving him crazy and he hadn’t been so turned on in a long time. He smiled to himself, there he was thinking he had her wrapped around his little finger when all along she had him firmly under her thumb and was in fact the one calling the shots.
“Kiera sweetie, can I have a piece of your gum?” Novak leaned to his right to speak over the seat.
“Sure,” Kiera reached forward with gum between her fingers.
“Kinda got my hands full,” he told her. “Put it in my mouth for me.”
“Ok,” she leant further forward and pressed the gum to Novak’s lips pushing it and her middle finger into his mouth, feeling the faintest touch of his tongue on the tip of her finger.
“Oh my god,” Novak groaned chomping down on the gum, tasting Kiera.
“Nice?” Gavin asked, he had caught the charade in his peripheral vision.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Novak confirmed as he settled himself into his seat again and continued to watch the show Kiera was providing for him.
They arrived home a little after six that evening. Gavin reached back and shook James awake as they pulled around the house, taking the Supra off the drive and into the garage.
“I see the Beamer and the Porsche and Suzanne’s Mini, where’s the Jag and your rentals?” Novak asked.
“They have a golf club function thing, it’s for all the local business owners, they’ll be gone for the night. I’ll get the barbecue’s fired up, we’ll unpack the car tomorrow.” Gavin climbed out and stretched before reaching down and lifting the catch to move the driver’s seat forward.
“Uhuh,” James agreed slowly coming out of his slumber. The noise of Kiera’s zip made him look over at her, his eyebrows shooting up to his hair line as Kiera winked at him causing him to think he had got hot and heavy with her in his sleep.
“Move it Novak, I need to stretch my legs,” he pushed at the seat in front of him.
“Wait,” Novak growled, watching as Kiera eased her frame out of the back seat and between Gavin’s seat and the door frame, her pert bottom barely covered by her skirt and bikini knickers.
“Good call,” James grinned on watching the display. “Now move.”
“I’m going to leave you boys to it and go have a shower,” Kiera said as James and Novak got out of the car.
“Hold on Kiera, I’ll show you how the shower works,” he called causing Gavin to turn away from the barbecue.
“Novak,” he beckoned. “Don’t use her as a trampoline, no bouncing on then off ok? She’s a nice girl.”
“If you had seen what she was doing in the back of your car you wouldn’t be saying she’s a nice girl.” Novak grinned. “I have every intention of treating her right, trust me,” he went to go into the house, turning back briefly, “er Gav? You got any condoms?”
“In my bathroom cabinet, help yourself,” shaking his head, Gavin turned back to the barbecue and once satisfied that it was definitely lit, he too headed upstairs for a shower and change of clothes.
In what seemed like no time at all the other beach going teenagers began to arrive, among them two of the members of the band Gavin had auditioned for who on entering the house and helping themselves to drinks, informed Gavin that he was their new front man and that they would have to find some time in the week to start rehearsing some new material.
With James happily taking over the cooking, Gavin walked around to the side of the house checking his mobile to see if he had any messages before looking up to the window of the room currently occupied by Novak. The top of the window was open and he could hear giggling.
“Novak,” he shouted, nothing. He called his friends’ name again adding, “foods done.”
It took a few moments and Gavin was about to walk away when he heard a noise and looked up to see Kiera’s back pressed to the window with Novak’s
arms wrapped around her. “Already eaten,” Novak shouted. “Go away.”
By the time Novak and Kiera finally appeared most of the food had been eaten and a few people had been thrown in the pool amid much laughter.
“Where’s James?” Novak asked reaching past Gavin and grabbing a bottle of beer.
“He’s cosied up somewhere with Gabrielle.” Gavin replied.
“The gymnast?”
“Yeah.”
“Flexible. Lucky bugger.” Novak commented.
“From the display you put on earlier I’d say you have nothing to complain about,” Gavin nudged him.
“There was lots of moaning,” Novak mused. “But no complaining.” He grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the table Gavin was sitting by, noticing that Gavin had his mobile phone in his hand casting repeated glances at it. “No calls from Angel yet?”
“No, it’s getting late, maybe I should call her.” Gavin frowned.
“Leave it for another hour, then call her.” Novak advised.
“I guess they will have a lot to discuss,” Gavin slipped the phone into his pocket. “I’ll leave it for a bit.”
Chapter 9
Angel wrapped her arms around herself as she put her feet on the dashboard of Quinn’s car, wishing she had a jumper with her, but refusing to ask Quinn to turn on the heater. Braving the cold, she opened the passenger window and lit a cigarette blowing the smoke out of the car.
“Put that out, I don’t want you smoking in my car.” Quinn demanded.
“You’ve never had a problem with it before, why do you have issues with it now?”
“I’m told you can’t smoke in his car, you should treat mine with the same respect. I can’t believe you embarrassed me like that today, especially after I told you not to go near him. How dare you disobey me.”
“Disobey you? I’m not a dog,” she screamed. “How dare you speak to me that way, I’ve had it Quinn, we’re done.”
Quinn pulled the car off the road into a wooded picnic area. “We’re not done until I say we are,” he growled.
“We’ll see about that,” she hissed.
They both fell silent as her phone began to ring, pulling it out of her pocket and looking at the screen she saw with relief that Gavin was the caller and slid the phone open to take the call, unfortunately for her, Quinn saw too, grabbing her arm he squeezed her flesh causing her to gasp in pain.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“I don’t fucking think so,” and he threw the phone out of the window.
“You arsehole!” Angel yelled pulling free and getting out of the car to retrieve her smashed mobile. Her hope that it would maybe still be functioning fading as it disintegrated in her hand. Severely pissed off, she pushed the mangled phone into her pocket and stormed off towards the trees.
“Where are you going? You silly little girl,” Quinn called coming around the car and perching on the edge of one of the picnic benches.
“Anywhere where you aren’t,” came the reply.
“Do you have any idea where you are?”
“Yes!” she spat whirling to face him but she had no idea where they were.
“Angel, babe,” Quinn placated. “I haven’t handled this very well, I’m just in shock that you want to end it, can we talk about it?”
“Well, yeah I guess, I honestly don’t think it will change anything though,” she answered.
“I’ve been such a prat, I came on too strong, I’m so sorry, come and sit down, we’ll sort this out,” he pleaded.
Caught off guard by Quinn’s change in attitude Angel took a step forward, further encouraged by Quinn’s smile.
“I don’t want to fall out with you Quinn, I just want to be sensible about this,” she moved closer.
“That’s all I want too,” he encouraged.
Quinn moved so fast that all Angel heard was the rush of wind as she whipped through the air and landed on the table top, cracking the back of her head on the hard wood. Dazed, she reached up to rub her head and that was when Quinn pinned her hands above her with one of his hands. Using his weight to keep her body pinned to the table, he began planting kisses over her face, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, she bit down hard, tasting blood.
“Bitch,” he spat in her face as his free hand balled into a fist and connected with the side of her face. Quinn bent his head and took her t-shirt between his teeth, with help from his free hand, the garment shredded effortlessly followed swiftly by her bra which offered no resistance and left her exposed to his mauling hand and teeth. He punched her again when she screamed as his teeth mashed her nipple. Shaking her head in an effort to clear the fog, Angel began to struggle, panic setting in. She managed to free one of her hands and beat uselessly at Quinn’s shoulder and pulling his hair to no avail.
Taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself enough to think of what would get him off her she felt the bile rise in her throat as she felt Quinn’s erection pressed into her leg. Realising that Quinn wouldn’t stop unless she put up one hell of a fight she swiftly jabbed her finger into his eye making him yell and jump back.
She seized her chance and scrambled off the table holding the tattered shreds of her top over her breasts as she ran but she wasn’t quick enough. Quinn stuck his foot out and tripped her, she fell heavily, banging her head again and receiving further blows to the face as he landed on top of her rendering her almost unconscious.
Rubbing his injured eye and furious, Quinn delivered a blow to her stomach as she lay prostrated in front of him then swiftly dropped his trousers and underwear before grabbing the waistband of her jeans and yanking them down to her knees.
Groggy and seeing stars, Angel began to stir as the cold night air hit her bare legs, she imagined she heard her phone ringing and called out Gavin’s name.
Infuriated beyond belief that she had said his rivals name and convinced that she had given herself to Gavin when he had laid down six months of groundwork and still not succeed in having sex with her, Quinn lost any reasonable thought he had left and put his full weight to the punch he delivered to her groin, it was his turn now. He lowered his body over hers.
Pain. Unbelievable pain pulled Angel out of her stupor to the horrible realisation that Quinn was in the process of pulling her knickers to one side. Scrabbling frantically in the leaves surrounding her, she grabbed the nearest solid feeling object and swung it at Quinn’s head.
Thwack, the branch smashed into his face and shattered into tiny pieces, flying into his eyes causing him to recoil. Angel moved with lightening speed to pull her jeans up over her hips and get to her feet, she paused just long enough to aim a forceful kick to his groin bringing forth a scream of pain before she ran, sobbing into the woods.
“I’ll find you, you fucking whore,” Quinn yelled after her. He slowly got to his feet, cradling his tender genitals in his hands. He wanted to go after her but the pain between his legs was crippling. He eased his bruised appendage back into his trousers and went back to his car deciding to drive up and down the road that edged the woods, positive she would appear at some point.
Angel stumbled blindly through the trees until she couldn’t hear Quinn shouting anymore. She leant against the trunk of a large tree to catch her breath realising that not only was she stranded semi-naked in the middle of nowhere but her phone was trashed and she had no way of getting home. She began to cry again feeling useless, lost and alone, her face and body throbbing from the beating it had taken. She heard a noise behind her and decided to move in case Quinn was getting closer. She was heading in the direction of the road when it started to rain. She looked up toward the sky, silently cursing the heavens for adding more shit to her already crappy day.
Stumbling through the woods, every minute sound and cracking twig making her jump and whirl around. Expecting Quinn to be there each and every time, Angel fell more than once as it was now so dark it was impossible to see where she was putting her feet. Her torn clothing now plastered to her body and rubbing her
skin raw from the ingrained dirt from her many falls, her long hair matted and not helping matters by hanging in front of her face. Relief flooded her when she saw the black surface of the road quickly followed by horror when she saw the white Range Rover doing a slow cruise just in front of where she stood. Ducking behind a tree she waited for the car to pass, Quinn was still looking for her. Would he never give up? She lost all track of time while she waited for him to get fed up of his search. God she was cold, she started to shiver.
She must have nodded off as it was darker and raining even harder when she jolted herself awake by toppling over in her sleep. Edging towards the road, she peeked out between the trees and looked in both directions, relieved when there was no sign of the Range Rover or anything else for that matter.
Gathering the last shreds of her courage, Angel stepped out on to the road, keeping close to the edge in case she needed to dive for cover. Seeing a faint light a little further down the road she made the decision to walk in that direction. Relieved that she had made at least one right choice that day, as an old style red phone box slowly came into view. Yanking open the door to the phone box, she cringed back from the offensive smell inside but then decided the inside of the box was better than standing in the rain and at least she had some light. She struggled getting her hands into the pockets of her sodden jeans and the fight to get them out was harder. Looking down at her open hands she regarded the wreckage of her phone in her left hand and then let out a little laugh of relief when she saw the twenty pence piece in her right.
Trying desperately to control her shivering she pushed the coin into the pay phone and dialled her Mum’s mobile, cursing as it rang and rang, remembering that her mother hadn’t set up her voicemail. She re-dialled, this time her Dad’s mobile which went straight to voicemail. This was really too much and shredded her last nerve, she broke down, resting her head against the cold metal pay phone as her tears flowed, she didn’t know what to do, then she remembered, his number was only two digits different to hers, she lifted her head and began to dial.
