by Lane Hart
“Wow.”
“Yeah. It was either join the military or go to jail for years, becoming a convicted felon. Austin signed up for the Marines because he wanted to earn a living and take care of his family.” With a sigh, I skip over the many years of friendship and three tours of service in the desert. Instead, I tell her how the story ends. “He didn’t make it back to them alive.”
“I’m sorry,” Mina says, reaching over to stroke her fingertips comfortingly over my forearm, and it works. Her innocent touch is calming, more so than any I’ve ever felt before. She’s genuine and sweet. And so fucking sexy with the wind blowing through her jet-black waves.
“Thanks,” I tell her, not sure if my appreciation is for her touch, her words, her presence or just the sight of her that manages to soothe my soul like a healing balm.
“So what happened?” she prods.
I raise an eyebrow at her, silently asking if she’s serious. Not even Alyssa knows the details of how Austin died. All she knows is that it was so bad there was a closed casket for his funeral. She’s never asked for details, maybe because they don’t matter. The end result is the same. He died while I lived without even so much as a scratch. Austin lost his life in a matter of seconds, ones that changed everything. Those seconds continue to haunt my waking hours and the majority of my dreams, reminding me how I failed to protect him.
“It’s too nice of a day to go there,” I tell Mina, because while she does cool the burning ache of the past and my memories, she won’t be able to erase them or beat them back once they start unraveling.
“Maybe some other time?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say, doubting that will ever happen unless I can convince her to ditch her fiancé in the next four days. Otherwise, I’ll be moving back to North Carolina, and she’ll go on to her happily ever after. No, that’s not right either. I’m guessing her life with a man who can’t even make her scream his name would be more like a miserably ever after. Which is why I need to show her what she naturally has with me but is clearly missing with him.
Sex may not be everything when it comes to a relationship, but it’s pretty fucking important. Or at least it should be. How can you be happy if the person you plan to spend the rest of your life with can’t please you in bed? I guess mind-blowing sex isn’t a requirement for marriage, but I wouldn’t want to be tied down to a woman who couldn’t ever manage to get me off.
“So what do you want to do today?” Mina asks.
Fuck your brains out.
“No idea,” I answer instead of the truth.
“Well, it won’t be much fun, but I could use your muscles to help me pack up my bedroom this afternoon.”
“Sure,” I say as soon as I hear the word bedroom. “Sounds fun.”
…
Mina
Patrick and I don’t even make it to my bedroom.
As soon as we pull into the garage, we can no longer keep our hands off each other. When we meet at the front of my car, Patrick yanks me to him and kisses me deeply, igniting a frenzy between us. I start undressing him first, nearly ripping his clothes off, tugging his shirt over his head and shoving his shorts down his legs. He doesn’t waste much time on mine either, seeming just as hurried as me to do this again.
Gripping the fabric along my thighs, he lifts my dress as his palms move up my body until the material is over my head. My bikini quickly gets discarded with a few pulls of the strings. Patrick picks me up and sits me down on his father’s big, metal rolling toolbox. The cool surface is soothing against my bare, still bruised flesh, making me shiver. I couldn’t have steered Patrick toward a more perfect place to do this. I’m so happy about the thought of fucking on that asshole’s belongings, some of which he’s used to abuse me, that I wrap my legs tightly around Patrick’s waist and my fingernails nearly draw blood along his muscular shoulders as I try to urge him inside me.
“Fuck,” Patrick grumbles against my lips after we’re both naked and the swollen head of his cock is rubbing against my wet pussy.
“What?” I ask.
“Need a condom.”
“I’m on the shot,” I tell him. Ever since right before I turned fifteen my bastard stepfather has scheduled the appointments for me himself. “How many women have you, um, been with recently?” I ask Patrick.
“None. Just you since high school,” he tells me, lowering his eyes and looking almost embarrassed by his admission. His honesty is more arousing than the thick cock poised to push inside me.
“Then take me,” I order, grabbing his neck to pull his mouth down, stroking his tongue with mine.
Patrick told me Saturday night that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman. At the time, I thought it might be a line. But now, knowing about his years in the Marines, I believe him. This man has gone so long without being intimate with anyone, and for some reason he decided he wanted me. He’s my new coping mechanism, managing to help me erase hundreds of shitty memories with a look, a kiss, a gentle touch. Now, I need him so much it hurts.
Instead of shoving his cock inside me, I feel his fingertips gently prodding my opening before working me up by teasing my clit with the wetness. I gasp my pleasure into his mouth. This man and his foreplay are gonna be the death of me.
“Lie back. I’m hungry for pussy,” Patrick announces, and I don’t hesitate to stretch out on the top of the cabinet that’s at least six feet long. Glancing around the garage, Patrick finds the small stool and rolls it over so that, when he sits down on it, he’s eye level with my pussy like a naughty gynecologist or a famished soldier sitting down to a coming home feast. It’s so freaking hot.
Lifting my thighs over his shoulders, Patrick lowers his head and flattens his tongue to lick me right up the seam of my lips. “If I’m going in bareback, I want you dripping wet,” he says before he begins his slow torture of making a meal out of me.
“Ah…that’s so good,” I tell him, my words slurred as I squirm with the need for him to lick me harder, faster. “Please, Patrick,” I beg, pressing his head down and lifting my hips to work my pussy on his thrusting tongue.
“Mmm,” he moans, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. When he penetrates me with two fingers while rapidly flicking his tongue over my clit, I scream my release at the top of my lungs. It sounds even louder than it is thanks to the garage acoustics.
“I wanna keep eating you, but right now I need to be inside you,” Patrick says as he stands and straightens, tugging my hips until his cock is impaling me. The waves of pleasure keep rolling through my body as he starts fucking me like a crazed maniac. And I love every second of it. Each stroke of his cock along my slick walls sends pulses of bliss through my body like electricity, causing my back to arch and my hips to buck while I keep chanting his name over and over again.
Patrick slams deep inside me one last time before his masculine grunts and growls, along with his jerking cock, tell me he’s coming inside me. I realize then that not only is he the only man to go down on me, but he’s the only man who has ever come inside me. Derek always uses condoms to be extra safe, and Patrick’s father, well, he likes to finish on my back. Both men are at least clean since I just had all the STD tests done a few weeks ago.
When I’m able to blink my eyes open again, they meet Patrick’s intense gaze, his lips parted as he pants, lips still slick from my wetness.
“Sorry,” he says while still towering over me.
“For what?” I ask in confusion.
“I was too rough. Lost control. It won’t happen again.”
Sitting up, I run my fingers through the sides of his hair and place a kiss to his lips that still taste like my arousal. “Don’t ever apologize for great sex,” I tell him when I pull away.
He starts to grin before his head jerks toward the driveway. “Shit. I think someone’s here.”
“Shit,” I echo as I jump off the cart and try to hastily pull on my clothes while Patrick does the same. If his father decided to come
home for lunch and figures out what’s been going on, he’ll freak the fuck out and probably tell Derek to convince him to cancel the wedding.
Patrick dresses first and then sneaks over to look out the garage door window. “Black sports car with a silver racing stripe,” he says.
“Fuck! That’s Derek. If he finds out…” I fight with the bikini top’s strings trying to get it on.
“Stay in here and hide. I’ll take care of it,” Patrick says before he jerks open the door and walks outside.
Dammit!
Guess I’ve got to trust Patrick not to spill the beans since I’m nowhere close to being dressed. Maybe I shouldn’t have lied to him about Derek and me agreeing to see other people. Well, it was true on Saturday, but now, not so much.
Crouching down at the hood of my car, I pray that Patrick will just make it quick and keep his mouth shut.
Chapter Ten
Trick
My fists clench by my sides as I stride toward the douche getting out of the fancy car, a Dodge Viper based on the snake emblem on the hood.
“Can I help you?” I ask, pretending that I don’t know he’s the fucker Mina is supposed to marry in four days. He looks like a baby and too young to be driving at all, much less such a badass car. Brown hair smoothed over to the right, he’s half a foot shorter than me and wearing a gray suit that nearly swallows him whole.
“Ah, who are you? Landscaper? Pool boy?” he asks, maybe not necessarily to be insulting, but likely because he doesn’t know what a strange man like me is doing slumming it in this million dollar mansion.
“I’m Patrick Foxx, Mike’s son. And you are?” I ask, offering him a handshake. I’m also grinning to myself thinking about how some of those fingers he’s about to touch were just inside his girl’s pussy and my chin’s still sticky from where she creamed all over on my face.
“Oh. I didn’t know Mike had a grown son,” he says with a wrinkled brow, making me want to huff out in exasperation and annoyance. “Derek. Derek Daniels, Willow’s fiancé.”
I squeeze his hand unnecessarily hard at the mention of her name before letting go.
“You call her Willow?” I ask in surprise since she told me to call her Mina the first night we met. Willow just seems…too much like a flighty, flower child and nothing like the serious, sad girl in question.
“Ah, yeah,” he answers. “She here?” he asks while trying to look past my shoulders into the garage window for her car. “I need to talk to her.”
“Nope, she’s with her sister and her friends. Mina let me borrow her car to run some errands,” I lie.
“Really? She won’t even let me drive her car.”
“Brother privilege I guess,” I answer with a shrug.
“She didn’t tell me she had a stepbrother.”
“Yeah, and as such, I should probably go ahead and give you the full protective spiel, you know, like if you hurt her, I’ll kill you. Did I mention I just came out of the Marines?” I ask him with a predatory smile. His skin pales and eyes widen.
“Ah, right. I would never hurt Willow –”
I have the little asshole spun around with his lips kissing the hood of his fancy car and his right arm pressed against his back before he can blink.
“Are you forgetting about the welts you left on her ass?” I ask him while applying pressure on his arm.
“What? I didn’t…I haven’t,” he stammers as he struggles to get free before suddenly going silent and still. “When did you see Willow’s ass?”
Fuck.
I should’ve thought this through better.
“Her sister told me. She’s worried about her,” I lie quickly. “And if you put another mark on any part of her skin, I’ll use my big-ass Ka-Bar knife to remove your skin. Got it?” I ask.
“Y-yes, but I’ve never hurt her. She…she always says it’s an allergic reaction or some shit,” he replies, and I finally let him up before Mina looks out and catches me assaulting him.
“Right. Well, if that…allergy causes her problems again, your skin is gonna pay for it,” I warn him when he turns around to face me. Unable to help myself, I poke a finger right into his trachea. “And you have to be one stupid son of a bitch to want to sleep with anyone but her.”
“Fuck. I know, and I haven’t. I swear. Told her I haven’t and I won’t ever cheat on her,” he mutters in a frantic rush, raising his hands defensively in front of him. “There’s too much at stake, and I can’t lose her.”
Hold the fucking phone. Now that I actually believe. So why did Mina tell me they had agreed to screw other people? And a better question, why did she agree to keep fucking me?
“I’m watching you, kid,” I say with another poke before walking away, back toward the house. I pray he’ll get back into his ride and leave rather than check the garage.
By the time I get to the back door, his revving engine is thankfully pulling away.
Good.
Can’t have him interrupting what little time I have to convince Mina to dump his ass. Using the spare key Michael showed me his parents keep in the potted plant for emergencies, I unlock the door and head up to her room. On the way, I strip off my clothes so that I’m naked by the time I stretch out across her bed, flat on my back. I was nowhere near finished with her when the douche interrupted. Hopefully, she’ll hurry her ass up here, and we can pick up where we left off in the garage.
…
Mina
The roar of Derek’s car has barely left the driveway when my cell phone starts ringing from my beach bag still inside the convertible.
The top’s down, so I reach inside and pull the device out, seeing that it’s Derek calling. I consider letting it go to voicemail since I’m not sure what Patrick said, but ignoring Derek will make him even more suspicious, which I can’t have.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hey. Where are you?”
“With Bridgette? Why?” I ask.
“We need to talk.”
Shit.
“We are talking, silly,” I tease, hoping he’ll lighten up.
“Did you fuck some big guy Saturday night at Razzle?” he asks, making my heart stop abruptly.
“What?” I ask, standing frozen in the middle of the garage. Did Patrick tell him? Please God, don’t let Derek end this.
“Someone told me that they saw you disappear with some guy. I thought you said you didn’t cheat on me!”
“I haven’t,” I lie, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “I mean, who are you gonna believe? Me or…or some stranger?”
Derek sighs heavily into the phone. “I know, babe. They were probably just trying to fill my head with shit…”
“Who?” I ask, wondering if one of his friends was at the club too. It was packed that night.
“Doesn’t matter. Look, I wanna see you tonight, just spend some time with you.”
“Okay,” I agree, even though I would rather be alone with Patrick. After my sister, brother and mom get home, that won’t be happening. “Wanna come over for dinner?” I ask him. “You can meet my stepbrother, who is in town.”
“Yeah, sure, and I already met him,” he says.
“Oh, really?” I ask, trying to sound surprised and not like I was hiding from him the whole time he was here.
“Yeah, stopped by your house, and he said you were out with your sister. Then he started saying shit to me…”
“What shit?” I interrupt.
“He said your sister saw some marks on your ass and was worried, thinking I hurt you or something.”
“Aww, no. I’m sorry. It’s nothing, just the allergic reaction to rayon. Remember, I told you I come into contact with it every few weeks, not reading labels like I should…”
“Right, well, make sure Bridgette knows that, because I don’t want your stepbrother kicking my ass because he thinks I hurt you.”
“Sure, I’ll make sure it all gets cleared up,” I promise.
Shit. How am I gonna get Patrick to back off of t
his?
“Good. See you tonight about seven?” he asks.
“Yeah, see you then.”
“Love you, babe,” he says.
“Love you too,” I tell him before hanging up.
Those three words taste more bitter than usual, probably because I just had another man’s mouth on me before fucking him.
I do love Derek, and I hate lying to him now while still screwing around with Patrick behind his back. He’s a good guy, and I feel guilty for doing this shit to him. But in four days, it will all be over. The lies. The cheating. The abuse. I need Patrick to stay close for a few more days to keep his father away from me.
And, yeah, I want to selfishly enjoy myself a little while I still can before it’s too late.
Chapter Eleven
Trick
I’ve been giving my cock a few root-to-tip maintenance strokes to keep it ready while I wait for Mina to get her ass up here. Finally, I hear the back door slam shut and her footsteps stomping up the stairs.
Shit. I can tell she’s pissed before she walks into the bedroom.
Whatever she was gonna say stalls out when she sees me naked on top of her sheets.
“Your bed sure is cozy,” I tell her, propping my free hand behind my head.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest, but not before I saw how beaded her nipples were through the dress.
“Taking a nap. Wanna come join me?” I ask, holding up my hard cock in offering. That makes her laugh and loosen up from whatever crawled up her ass, probably her asshole fiancé because she heard or saw what I did to him. Oh well, I don’t really give a shit since my goal is to end them. And as wrong as it is, I have to say that thinking about having her when she technically still belongs to someone else turns me on like nothing else. Maybe because I want a chance to try and fuck him out of her mind so that all she remembers is me being inside of her.
