End Detour [The Mystic Museum 4] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Loc Glin

  She hadn’t let anyone get close to her heart since. Danger signals went off and her heart shut down when a man was nice to her in that way. Now, at the high end of twenty-eight, she didn’t think she would ever fall in love, or get married, although somewhere deep inside of her that desire still resided. Sleeping and half dead it waited unobtrusively.

  She lowered her waving hand as the dust settled. She’d have to watch herself. It was easy to get attached to these people, except maybe Harold. What had she done to make him hate her? From the moment they’d met she’d felt his dislike of her. He watched her with barely disguised disgust. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what she’d done to him. Maybe it was her mouth. He’d said he didn’t like women that cursed. He hadn’t even heard her go at it yet. She could watch her tongue, especially now that she had a reason. Billy was impressionable after all. Truth be told, she felt better this week not cursing, less angry and more human. Pretending to be a wholesome country girl seemed to ring true to something in her soul.

  Shamika headed back to the house. She looked over her shoulder. Harold was staring at her from the barn door. His face showed what he thought about her staying. Maybe she should go over there and have it out with him, clear the air so to speak. With that in mind, she changed direction and headed to the barn.

  She was dressed in the bumblebee outfit. Her platform shoes made walking difficult. By the time she got to the barn door she was cursing up a storm.

  Harold turned away, anger plainly visible on his face. “What the fuck is his problem?” Standing on the spot Harold had just vacated, Shamika said, “It isn’t going to be that easy, asshole.” She watched him enter one of the stalls. “I walked all the way over here, it’s not going to be for nothing,” she fumed. She stormed through the barn after him. “That was fucking rude,” she nearly shouted as she reached the stall.

  Every muscle in his body tightened as he straightened and turned. Anger exploded in his eyes. It stunned her to the point that she couldn’t move. Harold reached for her, and she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist. Through her anger and his, she felt something in that touch, something that made butterflies come to life in her stomach. Butterflies had never happened to her before. He yanked her over his knee. Between the butterflies and her reaction to his anger she was pliant in his hands. Something about this man mesmerized her. She felt his hand land harshly, heating up its imprint on her ass. Her very short skirt was no protection. Her thong and garter provided plenty of skin for his hand to connect with. It stung but it was oddly erotic. Butterflies turned into liquid heat. She’d been spanked before, but it had never turned her on. It turned her on now, and that pissed her off. How could she desire someone that didn’t want her?

  His hand connected sharply with her flesh three times, and then came to rest almost tenderly caressing her soft and now warm mounds. That caress felt wonderful, causing her anger to fall swiftly away. She could feel her pussy getting wet. She was caught off guard when he suddenly lifted her off his thighs and jumped up from the bale he’d used as a seat. When he released her she was unsteady on her feet. As she tried to gain her balance, she almost fell into his arms. His hands closed around her upper arms as he supported her. He groaned. She looked up into his eyes, her palms on his chest.

  The angry eyes that had stunned her were now filled with desire and lust. Desire the likes of which she had never seen. Her pussy reacted to it instantaneously. Of their own accord, her hands moved up his chest. Through her fingertips and palms she noted his rapid breathing. Her body betrayed her and moved into his, a silent invitation.

  “Shit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

  Her head tilted back and her lips parted. He growled just before his lips met hers in a brutal kiss. She didn’t fight him, she surrendered and reveled in her body’s response to this man. She was hot and emotionally involved in the act. So what if it wasn’t love. She could do angry sex if this was how it made her feel. Shamika wanted this man. She’d never experienced this kind of desire before, hot and needy, all-consuming. Harold didn’t like her that much she knew, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the fact that he wanted her.

  His stiff, rock hard cock was pressing into her. The kiss changed to something more passionate. It wasn’t trying to punish her anymore, maybe it never had been. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting her now, creating wonderful sensations. Her arms moved around his neck, and she moaned. Large, masculine hands began to explore her body, squeezing her ass, her breasts, touching her everywhere. Barely breaking the kiss, he stripped her in no time, leaving her in her thong, garter, and stockings. Harold stepped back just far enough to give his hands enough room to undo the buttons on his shirt. As he completed that task he was looking at her breasts. She felt her nipples bud and beg for attention. His eyes were devouring her. She was so hot her pussy was dripping. The throbbing pulsations she felt delighted her. Her thoughts scattered as this man captivated her senses emotionally and physically.

  How she wanted to touch him, but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want anything to impede him. If she touched him he might remember that he hated her and stop. The snap and zipper of his pants were opened quickly. He sat on the bale of hay to remove his boots. Still as stone, she stood. It wasn’t fear that held her immobile. It was her desire to see his cock. She wanted to touch it, to suck it. But what would he want from her?

  He stood and grabbed a blanket, then spread it on the loose hay in the stall. A condom was pulled from the pocket of his jeans. So, he wanted to fuck. He put the wrapper between his teeth and pushed his jeans down. After his pants fell to the ground, he stepped out of them. His red bikini briefs barely contained his erection. His dark skin made those briefs come to life. He looked sexy as hell.

  Anticipation filled her as his hands moved toward the soft lobes that had begun to ache with need. He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs across the hard points, circling the areola he bought that to life, too. He licked his lips and his desire became apparent in his eyes. Would he suck on her tits?

  He shook his head as if to clear his mind. A slight frown creased his brow. “Lie down,” he ordered, the condom still in his mouth.

  She obeyed meekly.

  He took the wrapper out of his mouth. “Take that thong off, or I’ll fuck you through it.” The words sounded impatient and slightly rough.

  What the fuck? This was beginning to piss her off. Fuck me with my thong on? Who does he think he is?

  Harold dropped to his knees between her legs. He lowered the elastic band of his briefs over his organ and under his balls. Then he tore the wrapper open and dressed his cock with the contents.

  Damn, he was big. She forgot the insults of a moment before.

  “Have it your way,” he said as he lowered his body onto hers.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Since you didn’t remove your thong I’ll fuck you around it.”

  “What?”

  The tip of his cock found the opening of her pussy. He moved the strip of material to the side.

  “No, let me take them off.” She started to push him away.

  “Too late.” He pushed his cock into her.

  Fuck. He felt so good. Screw the thong, she barely noticed it there anyway. She just didn’t like letting him get away with his attitude. Her hips pushed up into him. She told herself she did it because she wanted to dislodge him. The movement just increased her desire for this irritating man. What was it about him that she found so enthralling?

  “That’s it baby, fuck me.”

  He’d misunderstood what she was trying to do. Just like a man! It didn’t matter. She was hot, wet, and ready to fuck. As he pumped into her and filled her pussy with his heated rod, her annoyance with him changed.

  “No, you fuck me. The thong doesn’t matter anymore.”

  She looked into his face and saw that his eyes were glazed with lust. God, he looked good that way. Her body was matching his rhythm t
hrust for thrust. She wanted this. It may not be happening quite the way she’d have liked, but she didn’t have a problem with it. His cock filled her and his gaze turned her on. She began to pant her excitement.

  “That’s it,” he said softly. “Come, because I’m going to explode. You are one fine woman.”

  His words pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm detonated around his cock, and then she felt him pulse into her, his breath ragged and deep as his body shuddered with its release.

  After a moment of silence, she caught her breath and said, “The next time we do this, my panties are coming off.”

  He pulled out of her and stood up in one fluid motion. He was still getting his breathing under control. His eyes raked over her. She saw the lingering desire and the appreciation of her form before his eyes clouded over. “There won’t be a next time.”

  Was that disappointment she saw flit across his face? He picked up his clothing and left.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Chapter 6

  “What the hell is wrong with me?” Harold asked himself as he zipped up his jeans. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He looked down at his crotch. “Now is not the time to get a mind of your own.” He sat down and pulled on his boots.

  His horse was saddled and waiting outside. He left the barn and mounted. As he galloped away he looked back over his shoulder. Shamika was walking back to the house. What had he done?

  With no destination in mind, just the need to think, he rode and soon found himself at the family cemetery. After he dismounted he began to pace. Agitation and self-recrimination filled him as he slashed his fingers across his head. What a stupid thing to do. What was she going to say? What was she going to do? Jesus, he’d spanked her and he’d been rough with her. He’d never treated a woman like that before. Shit! Had she pushed him away? No, she’d wanted him. She’d kissed him, and had been hot and wet, more than ready for him. She’d wanted to take her panties off, and she’d even said something about the next time. That thought calmed him a little, and some of the tension left his shoulders. She wasn’t his type. There wouldn’t be a next time. He wouldn’t allow it, but God, she’d felt so good.

  He’d been irritated when he heard her cursing, so he’d wanted to teach her a lesson. A spanking, like he would spank an errant child, that’s what he’d intended. He didn’t think it would turn into one of the most erotic and exciting sexual experiences of his life. Her ass was so soft, so round, so hot and sexy in that thong. When he touched her warm just spanked skin he’d lost it. She hadn’t even touched him. God help him. How would he respond to her if she ever did? That wouldn’t happen now. He’d just blown any chance he had with her. Did he want a chance? No, definitely not. He hated her.

  If he hated her, why was he thinking about how good she felt? Why was he getting hard thinking about her? He was going to have to watch himself around her. What would she tell his parents? Would they believe her if she said he’d raped her? They seemed to really like her. Why didn’t he? What was wrong with him?

  The rational part of his brain realized that she had done nothing to make him dislike her. To the contrary, she was good with Billy. She helped out around the house. She’d even started doing a few of his chores, and she never complained. At times she even seemed to enjoy it. Shamika seemed to fit in without any problems.

  So why was he so against her? Because she was a woman? Or, was it because she was more than likely a prostitute? He’d have to ask her about that one day.

  He stood in front of Cecily’s grave. “It’s all your fault, sis. Why did you kill yourself?” After inhaling deeply, he sighed. “I miss you so much.” A tear slipped down his cheek. He fell to his knees at the foot of her grave. “It’s been a long time since I’ve said this.” He closed his eyes. “I love you.”

  He shoved his hands between his legs and rocked. Tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’ve been so angry with you. I realize I’ve taken it out on everyone. Today I stepped over the line. It’s time I got my shit together and let you rest in peace.”

  He sat there a long time thinking and trying to sort through his emotions.

  “I’ll forgive you if you’ll forgive me, deal?”

  He nodded. He knew in his heart she did.

  Billy slumped back in his seat at the dinner table. He crossed his arms over his chest and kicked his feet out. “I hate broccoli,” he complained. His frown and closely knit eyebrows punctuated the words.

  Nadine smiled at her petulant grandson. “Imagine you are a giant and they are trees.” She chuckled.

  Billy thought about that for a moment. “Trees don’t taste good either.” His bottom lip pushed outward.

  “They taste good to giants,” Shamika said.

  “Really?” Billy leaned forward. “Have you seen a giant?”

  “Not one big enough to eat a tree. You would be the first giant I’ve ever seen do that.”

  Billy leaned forward and picked up a broccoli spear between his fingers.

  Shamika popped her eyes open in pretended shock and anticipation. She framed her lips in an O. Maintaining the shocked expression, she said, “Wow.”

  Billy put the broccoli head into his mouth. He watched as Shamika’s eyes opened even wider. In an exaggerated movement he bit down and ripped the bushy head of the broccoli off in his mouth.

  “Oh, my!” Shamika exclaimed, clutching her hands in front of her chest.

  Billy chewed the greenery. His face expressed his dislike, but he swallowed the vegetable anyway.

  “Good boy,” Nadine said.

  “Good giant,” Shamika added and winked. Billy laughed and took another bite. Shamika smiled.

  “I saw you ride out not too long after your father left this morning, Harold. You seemed in an awful hurry. Where did you go?” Nadine inquired.

  “I just needed to get away for a little bit.” Harold seemed a little tense.

  “I hope you enjoyed your ride. Your mother is right. You were in an awful rush. Did something scare you?” Shamika smiled. She seemed to be enjoying a private joke.

  Nadine watched as her son stiffened. What was going on between these two? Shamika seemed to be playing a word game with Harold. What could that mean? Harold wasn’t scowling at Mika either. He looked embarrassed. Nadine felt her eyebrows raise a little as enlightenment dawned. Something had changed between them. Maybe she could arrange for them to spend some time alone. Ever since these two met there had been something going on between them. She decided it was time for them to discover what it is. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. They’re young, so love could be in the air. Lord, she hoped love was in the air.

  Nadine struggled to control a giggle and could barely contain her glee as a plan began to take root. “Mika, can you ride a horse?” she asked.

  Shamika chuckled. “It’s been a while, but yeah, I can ride. I used to be pretty good at it.”

  Nadine felt her smile spread from cheek to cheek. “I’m so glad, because I want Harold to show you our spread. Tomorrow morning we’ll pack a picnic lunch for the two of you. That way you can take your time and enjoy the scenery.”

  Harold groaned. He opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t want to hear it.” Nadine put her up her hand.

  Shamika looked perplexed. She was about to say something when Nadine raised her other hand. “From you either,” Nadine added.

  Male and female mouths snapped shut. Mika and Harold both leaned back in their seats and crossed their arms over their chests. They looked the way Billy had only a few moments earlier. “That’s better.” Both of these two were protesting just a little too much. Nadine had high hopes for the picnic lunch.

  Chapter 7

  Shamika entered the kitchen. The picnic basket contents were prepared and waiting on the table. She looked out the door, hoping to see rain clouds gathering in the sky. No such luck. She looked over her shoulder at Nadine, who was chuckling and shaking her head.

  “Harold already checked the weather statio
n. We’re not expected to get any rain today,” Nadine said with a smile tickling the sides of her mouth.

  Shamika’s shoulders slumped as she sighed with resignation. “I was afraid of that.”

  “Funny, Harold said the same thing when he heard the report.”

  “I bet he did.” Shamika crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

  “He and Nate are saddling the horses now. I told Harold to get the saddlebags Hugo and I used to use. Hugo fixed those bags so we could carry a picnic lunch quite easily. I used to enjoy those picnics.”

  Harold stormed into the kitchen. The screen door slammed closed behind him. Shamika could feel the anger wafting from him.

  “Now, Harold, I taught you better than that. You know how I feel about slamming the screen door,” she said, clucking her tongue.

  “You don’t like it any more than I like being shanghaied into being a tour guide.” He scowled at his mother and glared at Shamika.

  “Don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t my idea,” Shamika said.

  Nate tied the horses to the post outside the kitchen. He opened the door. “I brought the horses over.” He made sure the door closed gently.

  “Well, finally, someone with manners who knows how to enter a house,” Nadine praised.

  “If he’s such a good boy with fine manners, why don’t you have him escort Mika around today?” Harold ground out.

  “I’d be more than happy to,” Nate said with laughter in his voice. He looked at Nadine hopefully, and then his gaze settled on her. He flashed a smile that had probably melted many a heart. Shamika rolled her eyes.

  “That’s very nice of you, Nate, but Harold will do it,” Nadine answered.