by Zoe York
The ride was blessedly quiet for the first few minutes and Biddy was struggling to stay awake
“Stay with me, sunshine,” Doug said as he reached over and shook her shoulder. “You keep falling asleep within minutes of me getting you into the truck. It’s becoming a bad habit, and I may develop a complex.”
Biddy gave her head a little shake and opened her window a crack. Maybe some fresh sea air would help. “Sorry. I guess I’m still pretty tired.”
“There’s a decent coffee shop not far from here. We’ll swing in and I’ll buy you a nice big jolt of caffeine.”
“Sound great.”
“You know, I feel at a disadvantage. I droned on and on about my work, but I still don’t know what you do for a living.”
She should have known he wouldn’t let it go. She was exhausted, but at least she still had enough brain function to keep her from revealing too much. “I’m a session musician.” Not the whole truth, but not a lie. She’d done plenty of studio work before joining Tainted Pearl, and she still did the occasional gig when her schedule allowed.
“Really? What instrument?”
“Stand up bass.” Sometimes.
“That, I’d never have guessed. What kind of music do you play?”
“I’m a musician—I play whatever will pay the bills. Chamber music, jazz, blues, I’m not fussy. Well, I might be a little fussy. I avoid playing that twentieth-century atonal shit. So, maybe I should rephrase that. I’ll play whatever pays the bills provided I can hum it.”
“Fair enough.” Doug downshifted and pulled into the parking lot of a rickety little shack that looked like it should have been condemned in the previous century. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but their coffee is the best on the island and they have wicked doughnuts.” He shut off the engine and by the time Biddy had undone her seat belt, he was opening her door.
She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as she climbed out of the vehicle. “We just had breakfast.”
“Trust me, you do not want to pass up any opportunity for the best doughnuts you will ever eat.”
“Okay. But just one,” Biddy said as they approached the cafe.
It wasn’t until they’d walked in and she saw the glass display case that she understood the reason for his uncontrollable laughter.
It held dozens of the biggest doughnuts she’d ever seen. They looked to be about the size of the wheels on a little red wagon. She was beginning to suspect Doug’s value system was based solely on size, and when he said best doughnuts, he really meant biggest. She had a feeling she might be carrying a bucket of coffee back to the car along with the gigantic doughnut. It was a good thing sex was off the menu because if size mattered, she didn’t stand a chance.
***
He was an idiot and he was going to pay dearly for this later. The stop for coffee hadn’t been optional—Biddy had been losing her battle against sleep and needed a big hit of caffeine right away. The doughnut was a mistake.
She’d taken her first bite before they’d even left the cafe and by the time they’d reached the truck, his self-control was shot. He leaned down and kissed the powdered sugar off her lips.
His cock had been hard from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her at the airport, and it showed no signs of calming down.
He could have taken one of the other girls to bed and fucked her into oblivion, but in the end, the idea didn’t sit well with him. Yeah, he screwed volunteers all the time. There had been no shortage of enthusiastic no-strings fuck-buddies over the years, but he was always faithful until they parted company. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone since he’d arrived, and if he’d taken a fuck-buddy last night, he could kiss his chances with Biddy goodbye. Clearly he was not a decent man.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Doug’s brain was screaming at him to stop kissing her immediately, but his lips were clearly brain-deaf. He wanted to grab her ass and grind his cock against her, and if they didn’t both have their hands full of coffee and doughnut, he would have done exactly that. Instead, he teased at her lips, nipping and licking until they were no traces of sugar left.
By the time he pulled away, his heart was pounding and his dick was so swollen, he was tempted to drop everything and drag her into the back of the truck and screw her until neither of them could see straight. If the speed of the pulse in her neck and the deep flush of her skin were any indication, she’d have been good with that plan. Still, he should try and act civilised—even if he wasn’t feeling it.
“Biddy, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage.”
“No, it’s fine. Really. It’s actually been a long time, and I’d kind of forgotten what it felt like.”
He knew he shouldn’t ask, but his brain appeared to no longer have control of anything. “How long?”
She looked at the ground and mumbled, “About two years.”
The woman was fucking killing him. If she hadn’t been kissed in two years, she probably hadn’t been fucked, either. That sweet little pussy of hers just got a whole lot tighter, and he’d be on a one-way bullet train to hell if acted on any one of the many very bad things he wanted to do to her.
He put his coffee and doughnut on the roof of the truck, fished the keys from the pocket of his uncomfortably tight jeans and unlocked the door. “We should get going. Small communities are all-seeing and have big mouths.”
They were almost at Mistport Lookout when Biddy popped the last bit of doughnut in her mouth. He caught her hand before she reached her face with a napkin. “Leave it,” he ordered as he guided her hand back to her lap. Hell, he’d never be able to look at a doughnut again without seeing her mouth covered in powdered sugar. And he’d never be able to eat another without tasting her lips.
A mixture of relief and apprehension hit him when they arrived at their next destination and found it deserted. He’d never been shy about sex, and he wasn’t about to start now. He undid his seat belt and turned to face Biddy. “I’m going to be frank. I want you in the worst way, but you worry me.” He reached out and dragged his thumb gently along her bottom lip. Fuck, he wanted to nibble and suck on it until it was swollen and deep red.
“I’m a rough, kinky bastard, and I don’t want to break you or scare you shitless. If we were to hook up, you’d be the only person I’d be fucking and I’d expect the same of you. But I’m not relationship material, so if you need more than an itch scratched while you’re here, it’s better we go about our business like I never kissed you.”
“Being petite doesn’t make me fragile and ready to fall apart at the slightest bump. It also doesn’t mean I’m straight up vanilla and expect all my sex to be in the missionary position with the lights out. And two years without sex doesn’t mean I only fuck for love. Now tell me you’ve got a condom.”
***
All Biddy wanted right then was the seat to open up and swallow her whole. She was completely out of control. She was supposed to be here to help save whales, not fuck the first man she laid eyes on. However, she was only responding to his invitation. It’s not like her first words to him when they met were, “Fuck me into the floor.”
“I do have a condom, sunshine, but you’re going to have to wait a while before I use it. You’re going to need a little preparation before I fuck you. I don’t care how slippery and ready you might think you are, it’s going to be a tight squeeze—even if I go in gently.”
Her eyes darted to his crotch. He didn’t appear to be prone to overstatement. Guilt took over and she asked, “Shouldn’t you be showing me around?”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time to play around and finish your tour before we need to get back to REN House.”
Biddy got a bit of a sick feeling in her stomach, and she didn’t think it was from that outrageous doughnut. “Is this a regular thing you and Karen work out? You spot an easy lay and she schedules in a quick fuck?”
He shook his head. “Not a chance, darlin’. When it comes to getting laid, I do just fine making my own arrange
ments. Karen always schedules some transition time for new volunteers before she puts them to work. We can carry on with our tour of the island now, or we can play around for a bit first. What would you like to do?”
Dammit. She was so horny she just wanted him to tear her panties off, bend her over, and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. “Play.”
He leaned across the cab and cupped her face as he kissed all around her mouth. She could taste the sugar as he teased her lips open with his tongue. For a guy who liked it rough, he sure had a good handle on gentle.
As the thought entered her mind, his hand slid behind her head. He grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her head back as he nipped his way down her exposed neck. “Stay here.” He released his hold and got out of the vehicle.
Her panties were soaked and her stomach was flip-flopping in anticipation. If he wasn’t going to fuck her right away, what kind of playtime did he have in mind?
He opened her door and helped her out of the truck. “Turn around and bend over with your hands and forehead on the seat.” He reached around and unfastened her jeans. He slipped his hand inside the front of her panties and slid his finger back forth through her slick folds before easing one finger in just a bit. She canted her hips to take him deeper and he slapped her ass. The sharp sting morphed into a warm tingle. It had been a lot longer than two years since anyone had done that, and she didn’t realise how much she missed it until that moment. She wanted more.
She tipped her hips again looking for either more finger or another slap. She didn’t care which. Of course, both would be better. She got neither—he withdrew his finger. He guided her upright and turned her to face him. He traced her lips, painting them with her own juices.
“Open.” He slid his finger into her mouth. “Clean it off.” She eagerly sucked and licked her tangy essence from his finger as he lectured. “I know you want it, baby. But you need to be patient. I like the idea of you being a little bit sore after I’ve had you. It’ll keep you thinking of me when I’m not buried deep inside you, but I don’t want you too sore for me to fuck. I don’t want to miss a single opportunity.”
He withdrew his finger. “On your knees and hands on my thighs, baby. If you’re that greedy for me to be inside your body, you can have my cock in your mouth. I get tested regularly and I’m clean, but I can wear a condom if you prefer.”
“I know I should, but I don’t want you to wear a condom.”
By the time her knees touched the ground, he’d undone his jeans and had his cock in his hand. “Okay, baby, let’s see how much you can take.”
He thought he had her pegged, did he? She couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. She opened her mouth, relaxed her throat and took him all the way down. He may have the biggest cock she’d ever deep throated, but she’d honed her skill on a pretty sizeable dildo. Funny, she’d never felt the urge to use that dildo in her cunt. Actually, she’d never felt the urge to fuck her cunt with anything that didn’t have a man attached. A few minutes with her Magic Wand and she was perfectly content.
She seized his long moan as her own personal victory. She slid her mouth up and down his considerable length, varying speed and depth until he grabbed her head and held it still.
“I’m about ready to come, baby. Tap my thigh if you don’t want to swallow.”
Instead of tapping his thigh, she sucked harder. Stupid man. She was a good girl, she always swallowed.
“In that case, I’m going to fuck your throat. Tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Tap my foot if you understand.” When she reached down and tapped his foot, he immediately started pumping his hips, sliding his cock deep.
He gave her a chance to catch a quick breath every few strokes, but it wasn’t long before his grip on her head tightened and his rhythm changed. A few short, shallow thrusts later, he was shooting into her mouth. She swallowed the last spurts and licked him clean.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” He helped her to her feet and drew her in for a long, slow kiss. Damn, he was one big, sexy contradiction.
He held her ass in his hands and pulled her hips tight against his naked crotch. Holy hell, he was getting hard again. She wiggled her hips and he ground himself against her. “Baby, be careful what you ask for. I could go again, and second time around always takes much longer.”
Something caught his attention and he swivelled his head towards the sea. “Fuck! Quick, sunshine, get yourself straightened up. We’ve got trouble.” He tucked himself away and fastened his jeans before jumping into the truck.
“Belt up, we’ve gotta move.” He pulled his mobile phone from his jacket pocket and punched in a number. “Karen, we were just at Mistport it looks like they’re trying to drive a pod in at Orness Bay. I’m bringing Biddy back to you before I head down. See you soon.”
“What’s going on?” Biddy asked.
“It looks like there will be a slaughter down in the bay, so I’m going to drop you back at REN House first.”
“Why can’t I come with you? I’ve got my camera.”
“You’re still recovering from jet-lag and you’re not prepared to handle this. It can get tense when this shit goes down, and you need to have all your wits about you. Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of opportunities to take photos.”
— FOUR —
By the time Doug returned that night, the twinge of guilt he had for not taking Biddy with him to the killing bay was long gone. He’d witnessed and filmed the same carnage countless times over the years, and it never failed to turn his stomach. He supposed, in some odd way, that was a good thing.
He could smell supper cooking as he walked through the door and it made him want to retch. He needed a hot shower, clean clothes, and some solitude. He took the stairs two at a time and was relieved to see the bathroom was free. He dumped his gear off in his room and grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants along with his toiletry bag.
Fifteen minutes later, he was lying on his bed. He’d scrubbed up quickly so he’d be done within his allotted ten minutes, but even if he could have spent the entire evening in the shower scouring his skin raw, he wouldn’t have felt any cleaner. Every year it was weeks after the season was over before he felt clean. At least the water had been scalding hot.
Usually after a day like this, he didn’t want to be anywhere near people. He still didn’t, but only because he didn’t want to soil whatever he had with Biddy. Of course, that wasn’t realistic and it wouldn’t be long before she lost her innocence. He had no doubt she’d seen photos and video footage of what goes on in those bloody bays in the name of tradition, but images didn’t come close to the sickening reality of it.
Who the fuck commits such needless slaughter in the name of tradition? He could see maybe taking a few adult whales every year to maintain their tradition, but decimating entire pods, butchering pregnant mothers and calves? Un-fucking-conscionable.
The knock on the door pulled him from his morbid thoughts. For some unknown reason, he ignored his urge to tell whoever it was to fuck off. “Come in.”
As the door opened, Biddy’s sweet face appeared. “Hey. We saved you some supper. Would you like me to bring it up to you?”
“I’m not hungry right now. Maybe I’ll come down for it later.” He looked into her eyes and all he wanted right then was to hold her tight. Of course, that would be a mistake—anything more than sex could easily be interpreted as an emotional connection—something neither of them could afford.
His conscience was losing battle after battle when it came to this woman. He held his arms open and said, “I could use a hug, though.”
She sauntered across the room and climbed on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her against his naked chest as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
“It was bad?” she asked.
He squeezed her a little tighter and whispered, “Yeah.”
Biddy nodded and lightly stroked her fingers along his arm, raising goosebumps. Hell, that wasn’t all she was raising.
Fucking her when he was in this state was not an option. He was too wound up and there was no way her body was prepared to take the pounding he needed to give.
He should make her leave, but dammit, he wanted to feel her warmth, her softness. With her body touching his, he didn’t feel quite so dirty and he was just selfish enough to take advantage of it, because once she’d had a taste of the killing bays, he wasn’t sure she’d have this effect on him anymore.
***
“What the hell?” Biddy sputtered as she landed on her back. They’d been so relaxed—all cuddled up together on the bed. Then boom—Doug had picked her up, flipped her over, and working at the button on her jeans.
“Just hush and lay still, baby. I need to make you feel good.”
He kissed her belly as he slid her jeans down her legs. Instead of pulling them right off, he left them at her ankles. He pulled her legs up so her feet were resting sole to sole on her chest and slid his pillows beneath her lower back. She wondered what he’d have done if she were less flexible. The long, slow lick of his warm, wet tongue along her slit made that thought vanish as quickly as it had appeared.
It didn’t take long at all for Doug’s tongue to prove just how woefully inadequate her sex-life had had been. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the promise of an orgasm that hovered just beyond her reach. Almost was her new mantra.
If it were any one of her previous lovers between her thighs, she’d have assumed he didn’t have the skills to close the deal and she’d have to rely on her superior acting ability to pull a Meg Ryan. With Doug, she was sure he was just getting started and he’d make her happy ending well worth the wait.
He eased a finger inside her as he sucked gently on her clit. Fuck, it had been so long since she’d accommodated anything bigger than a tampon, even a single, solitary man-finger felt kind of big. He slid out and back in again, gradually speeding up. Just when she thought she was going to explode, he pulled out, turned his head, and nipped the inside of her thigh.
