‘You gonna let me fuck you?’ he grumbled.
All of her erogenous zones prickled, and with a rush of blood to her engorged flesh, Flick shuddered.
‘Yes,’ she said.
Patience was for other men. Rushe didn’t have any interest in subtlety. His world was black and white, you wanted sex, or you didn’t, and right now she wanted it. On opening her jeans Rushe rammed them down to her knees. As he settled over her, his long finger parted her folds and coated his digit with her juices while he sampled her neck again.
‘You’re wet,’ he said, nipping her earlobe.
When he brought his finger up to her lips, she opened to lap her taste from him.
‘Good girl,’ he growled.
Circling her hard nipples with his still damp digit, Rushe took it back down to her wet centre. Pushing at her clit, he slid his finger down until it dipped into her. That invasion made Flick whimper and push up against him.
‘You’ll get it, Red,’ he said, squeezing her nipple hard inside the joint of his thumb. ‘Don’t you worry, you’re gonna get it good. I’m gonna fuck your sweet little pussy now, right here. You want that? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?’ Flick nodded past her crossing eyes as he plundered her with a second finger. ‘Say it.’ Shoving a third one inside she cried out and bucked when climax slapped into her body. ‘Say it!’
‘Fuck me, oh god Rushe! Please fuck me now!’
The vibration of his sinister laugh only made her writhe up against his hand, which still played inside her while tickling her clit. The heel of his hand pushed down on Flick’s pubic bone, fixing her in place with his solid weight.
‘Jeans off,’ he demanded.
Flick quickly kicked them from her legs, getting herself naked for him while he unbuttoned his jeans with one tug.
‘Open your legs,’ he said, though she already had them around him. Flick lifted and locked her limbs higher.
‘You’re big,’ she whispered when his fierce eyes met hers.
‘You’re tight,’ he said. ‘But you’re wet. I’m gonna slide in real easy, Red. Your greedy little pussy’s gonna gobble my cock and beg for more.’
Rushe played with her clit, rubbing her in long, languorous strokes until her juices seeped from inside her.
‘Want me to eat you first?’ he said wrapping her hair around his fist.
‘I want you in me,’ she confessed, lifting her mouth to his.
Rushe dutifully returned her kiss, but his fingers slid away from her and he took hold of her hips. One hand left her, and she heard the rustle of paper. Twisting to see what he fumbled with, she saw him tear open a condom pack with his teeth.
‘You bought condoms?’ she asked, now realising why she hadn’t been allowed in that bag.
‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you on that street.’
Flick shouldn’t be surprised by his arrogance or his forethought. Those were two things she’d learned he had in abundance.
‘Look at me,’ he demanded after rolling on the condom. She complied. ‘I’m gonna fuck you.’
Flick nodded. ‘Yes, Rushe, I want you to.’
‘I won’t ask again.’
Her hand was pale and feeble against his face, but she smiled in consent. Rushe pushed into her while maintaining eye contact. When Flick winced at the consuming fizzle, Rushe stopped.
‘You don’t get a guy like me to here then back out.’
Though she was sure he was trying to threaten her, Flick knew if she told him to stop he would.
‘I don’t want you to stop,’ she whispered and rocked her hips.
Managing to suck the first two inches of him into her, he growled, he actually bared his teeth, and growled down at her.
‘More,’ she said. ‘I want more.’
Rushe surged forward, and Flick screamed at the stinging pain his intrusion caused. The girth of him wanted to rip her in two, and she was about to beg off when Rushe’s mouth covered hers with a much more tender, slower sampling of every crevice of her mouth.
Her whole body sagged into the bed until she was dead weight and incapable of much. Slinging her arms up around his neck, Rushe grasped her breasts and kneaded the flesh.
The deep kiss with such slow intention narrowed her world to his two lips, his tongue, and the feel of his calloused fingers so rough yet so gentle with her.
When he took his mouth away, hers tried to follow but he pinched her nipple and she opened her eyes.
Her insides ached, her slick passage burst with the invasion of his probe, but his gentle kiss had relaxed her enough to push himself in deep.
‘Fuck me.’
No sooner had she said the words than he slid out, only to plunge back into her.
‘You like that?’ He snagged her nipple between his fingers, and tugged on her. His lips moved to the shell of her ear. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now, and anytime I want, you hear me? You’re for my pleasure now. You’re never gonna say no to me. Your hot little pussy wants more.’ Rushe pulled out and drove in again. ‘Yeah, your tight little cunt feels good, sucking my cock in deep. You want it, don’t you? You want more?’
‘Yes,’ she breathed, tracing her fingertips over his muscles. ‘Give it to me Rushe, own me, show me what you want from me.’
He hammered out and into her holding her hips to force himself in deeper than she’d known was possible. In screaming out his name and panting for more, he brought Flick to climax three more times, before with a growl he propelled into her again, digging his strong fingers into her hips, branding ownership into her skin – into her body and soul.
Rushe paused for barely five seconds, and without looking at her he left the bed, and then left the room.
Flick hadn’t seen much of his body; he still wore his jeans while she was all but naked. Closing the shirt around herself Flick sat up and wondered what to do next. Shiv could be dead, maybe the others had taken him to a hospital, or maybe they were mad. But they wouldn’t have been patient. If they’d wanted to vent wrath they wouldn’t have waited for her and Rushe to finish.
Flick hadn’t known they were going to be intimate, but Rushe had; he’d bought protection. Of all the people in the world, Flick couldn’t believe that she’d just had sex with a criminal. A criminal who may have sinister intentions, if not towards her then certainly toward others. Still, she didn’t fear him even if everything about this situation might be telling her she should.
The mattress was thin and her back hurt a little, but when she examined her body, the signs of their union were all over her. Deep red welts formed over her hips, the stubble burn on her breasts reddened her, but this evidence made her quiver.
Rushe had been in her. The man who had saved her life, who she had assumed could never want her, who could never fit in her, had climaxed in her body. Inside little Felicity Hughes who meant nothing of consequence to anyone.
Rushe had crashed out of the room so the door was closed. Frantic voices drew Flick’s attention, but she couldn’t decipher what was being said. On the conclusion that it might be important for her to defend herself soon, Flick shirked her disbelief and rolled off the bed only to collapse on the floor.
Her jelly legs wobbled, her knees had given out, and the passage that had welcomed him now ached, her cervix bruised inside. He’d wanted her so badly.
The door opened and Rushe came in, now back in his jeans though his hair was clearly wet from the shower. He literally stepped over her to snag his tee-shirt. Crouching at her side Flick thought he would acknowledge her now, but he didn’t.
Rushe took the bottom drawer off its runners then reached to the back and pulled out a roll of banknotes, which he threw down to her while thumping the drawer shut.
‘What’s this?’
‘We’re getting Shiv patched up,’ Rushe said, stuffing his feet into his boots. ‘Get out of here.’
‘What?’ she asked, picking up the bundle of money.
‘There’s five hundred bucks there. O
ut the front go left. In a mile you’ll find a fence, follow it south. Dress warm; take the water and the first-aid stuff.’
‘You said I couldn’t go,’ she said. ‘That you wouldn’t let me go.’
‘The cash will get you a room and transport when you get back to town. Go home to your boyfriend.’
Rushe finished tying his boots and was about to stand up from the bed when Flick snatched his forearm.
‘What about you?’ she asked. ‘They wanted to kill you.’
‘I’ve faced worse with longer odds,’ he said. ‘Get out of here.’
‘I don’t want to leave you.’
‘You’ve served your purpose. You’re of no use to me.’
‘You wanted to have sex with me,’ she said. ‘You kept me here until I... until it was consensual.’
The smirk on his face was enough to confirm her fear. ‘Wait sixty seconds, then leave,’ he said, and this time he did get up but she managed to scramble to her feet.
‘You’re in danger here.’
Rushe wrenched his arm from her grip. ‘You got one use sweetheart,’ he said, palming her breast. ‘Wasn’t good enough for a replay.’
‘So that’s it?’
‘Wait sixty seconds.’
With a leer Rushe scanned her figure, and for the first time he made her feel ugly and used. Then without meeting her gaze he left the room, and the house.
Long after she’d listened to the truck drive away, Flick still sat on the bed wearing only his open shirt. He’d told her to clear out, but something didn’t fit. Maybe Rushe wasn’t warm and fuzzy, but he’d never been cruel. She’d seen hints of a vulnerability in him and a gentleness she knew would be difficult for him to admit to. But he’d used her for sex, for his own pleasure, although he’d seen to hers too.
Flick set in her mind that she had to get going. Her first aim was to rid herself of the traces of their fornication so she went to the shower. The building was empty. No one threatened her now but that didn’t mean she hung around. Using Rushe’s soap instead of the one he’d bought specifically for her, Flick washed her body, but didn’t linger by washing her hair.
When she got back into the bedroom and dried herself Flick was left with a slight problem. None of the clothes Rushe had bought for her could be considered warm. Granted, he hadn’t had a lot of time, and probably didn’t want to let the others know he was making purchases on her behalf, so Rushe couldn’t have come back with a complete wardrobe.
Choosing the jeans and the two thickest tops Flick dressed then grabbed up his shirt, and tied it around her hips. The next problem came in transport. Filling one of the paper bags with the things she might need made Flick worry about the bag’s strength. But after a quick look around the rest of the shack she could find no alternative.
Ready to leave, Flick stalled again – she had nothing to put on her feet. Her own shoes had been missing since Dell’s, and here the only thing she’d worn was Rushe’s socks. Pulling on two pairs, she snatched up her paper bag and went for the door.
On leaving the shack she followed Rushe’s instructions. They could be back at any time; Flick didn’t know what they were doing with Shiv. She doubted that they would take him to a hospital, but they could have a contact to take him to. In movies the bad guys always leaned on some doctor somewhere to do what was needed, and to not report the injury.
But this wasn’t a movie. Rushe wasn’t like the others, but she sensed no love lost between any of them. It was as likely that they were taking Shiv into a deserted place to put him out of his misery. No one could ask questions if they didn’t witness the result of her crime.
Flick kept moving, the sun was hot, and her clothes stuck to her body with the perspiration that quickly sprung from her pores, but she wasn’t about to let up. Getting distance between herself and that place was all she could think about right now.
Rushe had said that civilisation was miles away. He’d told her to dress warm, and to take supplies, so Flick could only assume that meant she’d be out here for a while. The heat of the afternoon sun was past its peak now, but her temperature didn’t decrease. She knew that losing water right now could be detrimental later, but she kept up the pace, knowing that it would be far more dangerous not to.
Taking a break a couple of hours into her trek, long after finding the fence Rushe had referred to, she retrieved some water, and tried to find the sky. The bold blue that she’d caught glimpses of throughout her walk had become decidedly grey, and the heat hung in the humid air, dense and oppressive around her. But Flick got moving again, she had to keep moving.
Her thoughts kept returning to Rushe, to what had happened today, to his parting words. Flick had spent her life trying not to ruffle feathers. The only time she had asserted herself in the past was with her parents, and that had led them to terminate their relationship with her. But Flick had stood up for herself then because she had to. Rushe had stood up for her at Dell’s, and today Flick had stood up for him.
But the fact remained that the men here didn’t like Rushe and he wouldn’t be safe alone. Rushe was the toughest, strongest man she’d ever known. But out here the hyenas could do what they wanted, and they would play dirty. Rushe himself had said these men would shoot a man in the back.
Flick felt sure that she would never see Rushe again. He’d never blip on her radar. They’d met by accident, and walking away now would mean she’d never know what became of him. Rushe was now alone and surrounded by men who wished him dead. He had an authority that they resented, and if he walked away from this criminal plot she’d be surprised.
More likely was that the lowlifes here would terminate him, shoot him while he slept, and dispose of his body, and no one would ever know – she would never know. But walking away, abandoning him, meant her own desertion of him, and so Flick would be partially responsible for his death. He’d been there for her when there was no one else to defend her, but now he was alone.
The heavy plop of rain hitting her wrist shook Flick from her thoughts, and as quickly as she registered the moisture, the heavens opened, and rain cascaded from the sky. Still following the fence Flick pushed on, hoping that she would find sanctuary soon. Her trip had been arduous. Three hours had to have passed but she still hadn’t seen any signs of life.
Worrying about Rushe was self-indulgent. A man like him was tough, and he was more than capable of looking after himself. Believing that she could impact his life, or aid him in any way, was flattering herself. Today had been a fluke, he’d got himself into a jam but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have got himself out of it if she hadn’t interrupted.
Flick stopped to untie his shirt from her hips to put it on. Her clothes were soaked to her skin, her jeans were heavy, and already the socks were caked in mud. She propped the paper bag on a fencepost and buttoned up the shirt. Reaching to pick up the bag, she cried out when it fell from its perch, and scattered its contents.
Wet through, Flick could hear the beat of the heavy drops splatting into the mud that seeped between her toes. The longer she stood here the deeper her feet sank, but she couldn’t decide what to do. Scrambling down, she gathered what she could into her shirt, lifting the hem to hold the items in the pouch created in the fabric. She would need the water, and the food that hadn’t been ruined by the muck. But most of the first-aid items were lost, and with little hope a crack of lightening lit the darkening air, and Flick pounced to her feet.
Being in the trees wasn’t the safest place in weather like this, and though she could see the line of the fence stretched out in front of her, she couldn’t see beyond where it got lost in the foliage far up ahead. With the hope that there could be a clearing, she started into the trees hoping for shelter. The forest had been on both sides of the fence and Flick worried that in this weather, and in the state she was, things couldn’t get much worse.
Then she heard the rumble of an engine and she cast her eyes upward, thankful for this serendipity. If the fence was around someone’s p
roperty, then it stood to reason that person could be patrolling the perimeter. If the landowner found her, she could get to shelter, and to a phone, and be home by the morning. Progress was slow going. Flick had to heave one sodden foot from the viscous mud then with as much might she lugged the other foot out, which sent the first foot deeper.
A flash of light lifted her chin and Flick dropped her hands, letting the last of the items in her shirt pouch fall to the ground. That wasn’t the lightening that cracked up ahead, that flash had been headlights. Picking up the pace Flick raced as fast as she could toward that noise, and when those lights became a solid beam she lifted her hands to wave at the vehicle hoping it wouldn’t miss her in this murk.
The light stayed on, and it came closer, and Flick’s cheeks burned with the width of the grin bursting on her face. Then the rumble slowed, and the vehicle stopped. But she couldn’t see past the glare of the headlights. Taking her hand up to deflect the light she heard a door opening.
‘Lookie, lookie.’
Her blood froze. Her smile fell. Her body screamed in dismay. ‘Skeeve,’ she exhaled.
‘In the flesh,’ he said moving closer. ‘You going somewhere? Or you just on the welcoming committee? You’re pretty far from home. What were you doing, running away? You’ll pay for that little girl.’
Flick took a step away but in the slippery terrain, she fell backwards. Another door opened and she recognised the figure that emerged though he didn’t say a word. Skeeve sidled closer, like a scavenger moving in toward a carcass all but picked clean.
Rushe wasn’t so dainty. He strode over, snatched her up, and hauled her back to the truck. Flick didn’t get the place of a seat this time. He threw her to the floor and slammed into the vehicle. Skeeve’s cackle came back into the truck, and then Glen was driving again.
Rushe hadn’t said a single word, but she didn’t need him to spell out what that look on his face meant. He was definitely not amused.
Flick couldn’t believe that she’d missed her chance. Now she was back here. Back with these men, who were capable of anything. Her freedom had been brief, but it had smelled good. The rain, the terrain, the loss of her supplies, all of those had been negatives, but she hadn’t considered that they would be out here.
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