by Cox, Paula
Michael obeyed her order, and his palms pressed into her back as she rested her head to his shoulder. Basking in the warmth of his body, Lily wished that they were already far away and hidden. Sally would be calmer, and Ken would likely feel more in control.
And maybe Michael would finally tell her everything that was buried in his soul.
“Let me finish,” Michael said.
Spreading her thighs, he cleaned her limbs, and Lily trembled before he even reached her cunt. When the damp fabric touched her there, Lily’s body buzzed, and she longed for him to let the towel fall and push inside her. The feel of his cock was preferable to the length of his hand, but she would take any part of him.
“Michael,” she moaned as he moved away from her.
“It’s alright,” he promised. “Just relax.”
He dried every inch of her flesh and pulled the top sheet from the bed. Draping it around her body, he lifted Lily to her feet and held her tight to his chest.
“I’m not leaving you,” he said.
“Promise?” Lily asked.
“Just come to bed, baby.”
Pressing her to the mattress, Michael unfolded the sheet and smiled at her naked form quivering under his eyes.
“I get it,” he purred.
“What do you mean?” She kept her arms at her side, wanting to stay uncovered as he gazed down at her. Michael slowly sat at the edge of the bed, and his fingers caressed her legs as he lowered his eyes.
“Why they would want you,” he said. “Don’t make it right. But who could resist you?”
Stretching forward, Lily dotted her fingers to his chest, and she smiled into his skin, whispering. “I can’t resist you. Michael…”
Their eyes met, and she kissed his cheek, her lips working like mad to erase the scratches from his flesh. Michael suddenly pushed her back and shook his head.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind your marks on me.”
Lily’s hands moved down her back, and when the ridges of his scars danced against her fingers, she paused in her pursuit and rested her head to his chest. “What about these marks?” she asked. “Where did they come from, Michael?”
He tensed in her arms, but Lily’s hold stayed tight as she felt his heart pounding into her ear.
“Please tell me,” she begged. “If I really am more than a thing, you can talk to me. You can trust me.”
Michael started to relax in her arms, and Lily clasped him closer. He stayed silent in her hold, and as she felt his breath heaving against her body, his hands found her hair. Stroking her locks, Lily was ready for his confession when he pushed away from her.
“Michael…”
“I can’t talk about it,” he finally said.
Lily watched his shoulders creep towards his ears as he pressed his palms to the mattress. The bed nearly shook under his hold, and Lily could feel the agony coming off of him in waves.
“Michael?”
Fighting any fear, she crawled to his side and gently placed her arm around his tight shoulders, her free hand tracing the scars that criss-crossed his broad back.
“Tell me,” she said, her lips close to his ear. “I want to know.”
As he smashed his hands together, Lily trembled against him, but she kept him in her hold and simply waited.
“Not the first time we had to cut and run,” Michael muttered.
“I know.”
“What do you think you know?” Michael challenged.
Lily started to fall back, but she took a deep breath and held her ground at his side.
“Sophia… Sophia said that this happened once before.”
“She would know,” Michael confessed. “She was there.”
Curving her arm around his chest, Lily reached for his hand, and Michael didn’t shy away from her touch.
“We… we were just making our mark in these parts,” Michael said. “Leo… Leo said that we just had to press our boots to the ground, and it’d be ours for the taking.”
He quaked under her arms, but Lily just held him closer.
“Keep talking,” she said. “Tell me what happened.”
“We didn’t care,” Michael said. “We knew that we could take any other crew down. Leo was on board. Ken not so much.”
That made sense.
Michael sighed heavily, and his eyes clouded over as her stared into space, seemingly without seeing anything.
“It was too quick, too soon,” he muttered. “And they decided to teach us a lesson.”
He swallowed hard, and Lily kept her hands in his as he hung his head.
“Her name was Annie,” he said.
“Was she an auction girl, too?”
“No,” he confessed. “But she was into it.” Michael stared at her hard. “And don’t try to tell me that you’re not.”
Lily was still, but she offered no objection as he continued.
“We rode together for nearly a year. And they…” He looked up and took a deep breath. “They took her.”
Lily trembled where she sat, but she pressed him to continue.
“I went after her,” he said. “I never rode so fast. And then there… there…”
He shattered. Michael’s body shook as he tried to fight back the tears that still spilled down his cheeks. Lily tried to draw him closer.
“Don’t,” he hissed. He tried to push away from her, but Lily wouldn’t let him go.
“Tell me,” she insisted. “Keep talking—”
“I barely recognized her when I got there.” He pushed her back to the bed, and his hard eyes hovered over her. There was an unmistakable sadness behind the anger. “She was sliced,” he hissed. “Shredded. Broken. And… they were there. They stripped me. Whipped my back raw. Made me look at her body the whole time.”
Now that she knew the origin of his scars and what seeing her on the ground had to have done to him, Lily touched his back again and cooed into his ear.
“I’m so sorry, Michael. I’m so sorry.”
He felt limp against her body, but Michael kept talking.
“They dumped me back at camp,” Michael muttered. “Leo said we should run. Ken wanted to regroup.”
Lifting her eyes to his, Lily held her tongue. Which side did he fall on?
“We had to run then,” he said. “They’d have killed us all if we didn’t move. I let Annie down. I—”
“No,” Lily said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes it was,” he said. “I should never have let her go off on her own.”
He suddenly focused on her face. Grabbing her hair, he peered intently into her eyes.
“So don’t you run from me again.” he said. “Don’t you make me re-live that night.”
Maybe it was wrong, maybe she was signing up for captivity, but at the sight of his anguished face, Lily brushed her fears aside and took him into her arms. “You don’t have to,” she promised. “Come here.”
They lay against the bed, and Lily kissed his chest as he held her hands tightly.
“Lily?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised. “Not now. Not ever.”
Kissing his mouth, Michael’s lips were tight against hers. Lily pushed his pants from his thighs, and she felt his cock hard against her thigh as she curled her legs around his.
“Michael?”
He averted her eyes, and Lily was quick to bring his gaze back to her face as she kissed his cheeks.
“I’m not leaving you,” she promised. “You saved me. Let me save you.”
Rolling him to his back, Lily found his cock hard, and she slipped around him. Michael’s piece felt weak as her flesh encased his, but when she grinded her nails into his arms and savored his length, he started to grow inside her.
“That’s it,” she said. “Just be with me. Let me help you.”
Michael stayed soft inside her, but as she twisted her hips around his cock, he started to throb, and Lily let her hair fall to his chest as she kissed his flesh and st
roked his sides.
“I won’t leave you,” she said. “I won’t…”
As his pulse intensified, she felt a sudden kinship with Ken. They both had to meet their partners’ needs to make them feel safe. Sally needed a chaste hold.
Michael needed this.
“Come here.”
Lily fell closer to him, and Michael moaned as her cunt demanded more of his cock. Her hips spread wider, and Michael suddenly pushed off the bed and grabbed her breasts.
“I’m with you,” she promised. “There’s nowhere else I want to be.”
As her body rocked against his, Lily sighed at the feel of his cock expanding around her. He moved deeper inside her, and Michael moaned into her neck, whispering with each thrust.
“Say that again,” he ordered.
Lily threw her head back as he singed her pussy with another thrust, and she clutched his back as she moaned her pleasure.
“I’m not… I’m not going to leave you.”
She was ready for him to hoist her off the bed and slam her body to the wall, whatever he needed. She started to lift her body up when Michael stunned her by pushing her to the sheets and sighing into her face.
“I’m holding you to that,” Michael said.
He wrapped her arms around her and held her close. Lily’s lips parted at the feel of his cock, gentle but sure as it probed her sensitive flesh. His hands were hard as he held her down, but she focused on the flesh between her legs. He started to slip away from her, but then his return was smooth and sure.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Hold me to it. Hold me to you.”
In his arms, Lily rested her head to his shoulder, and she smiled at the feel of his cock releasing inside her. The sweet stream of his lust made her want to scream. Everyone still at camp must have already pressed their ears to the makeshift walls, just waiting for her cries. But suddenly Lily wanted to give her moans to no one but Michael as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his shoulder.
“That feels good,” Michael muttered. “More.”
Lily smiled at his order, and she sighed into his skin as he finished around her, and once he had drained his cock, and his head fell to her breasts, they rested together against the sheets, and Lily stroked his face.
“Are you lying?” she teased.
“What… what do you mean?” he asked between pants.
“Who wants more now?” Lily asked.
Smiling into her eyes, Michael dragged her closer and stroked her back. “I do,” he said. “Will you stay with me? Ride with me?”
Lily nodded, and she felt content as he held her tight, and she moved to his lips and kissed him quickly.
“Just try to turn me away.”
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE Lily awoke in Michael’s arms feeling happy. Despite everything she had felt and all that she had learned the night before, Lily pushed those thoughts aside and cuddled closer to his chest. His skin felt warm against her cheek, and Lily smiled as his sleeping heart pounded into her ear. Here was another chance to run. She knew that this day was going to be a journey into the unknown, and maybe she’d be smarter to dress fast and flee from his side.
But I don’t want to.
She wanted nothing but to stay at near him and see where he would lead her. Kissing his sleeping lips, she pulled back when his head twisted around the pillow, and she waited without breathing as his eyes blinked and he focused on her.
“You’re still here,” he said.
“I am,” Lily promised.
Taking his face in her hands, Lily stroked his chin and brought her lips to his again. Michael’s kiss was slow, but his tongue mingled around hers, and he stretched up to envelop her waist in his arms.
“Good,” he said when their lips parted. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
Michael kissed down her arms, and Lily giggled as he nuzzled her breasts and licked her nipples. Lily sighed at the feel of his tongue against her flesh, and she reluctantly lifted his face from her chest and peered into his eyes.
“Do you trust me now?” she teased.
“You didn’t run off again.”
He turned her body back to the bed, and Lily laughed as he buried his head in her middle and twirled his tongue around her naval. She was still sighing when he lifted his head and starred into her eyes.
“Ride or die?” Michael said.
Even as it sounded ominous, Lily nodded and stroked his cheek. “I’m on deck,” Lily said. “With you. Only you.”
She kissed his waiting lips, and as he melted into her arms, Lily clasped him closer. Even when their mouths parted, she hungrily kissed his cheeks, working her lips around her own slashes. But he said that he didn’t mind her marks, and she kissed him there and settled into his hair.
“Michael?”
He dragged her face to his eyes. His smile was faint, but she saw the corners of his lips turn up, and she mirrored his motions with a wide grin.
“That’s what I want to see,” Michael said. “Only want to see you smiling.”
He kissed her again, and Lily stretched her body against his as she parted her lips. “When do we have to leave?”
“Soon,” Michael answered. He propped his body up on his elbow and looked down at her. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said. “You know that, right?”
Lily scanned his face. She could see ancient torments clouding his eyes as he waited for her answer, and she touched his face and nodded her head. “I trust you,” Lily said. “I’m even okay if I’m just one of your toys.”
Michael’s jaw clenched, and he lifted her into his arms and brought her face close to his. “You’re more than that,” he said. “You’re my… you’re my girl.”
He kissed her again before resting his head to her neck.
“That okay with you?” Michael asked.
“It is,” Lily said. “I’ll follow you.”
Michael pecked her cheek, and she lamented the loss of his body as he left the bed and started pulling on his jeans. The loss of his naked form saddened her, but his chest was still hers for the taking as he sat back on the bed, and Lily stroked his tight flesh.
“Want to tell me where we’re going?” she asked.
As he pressed his feet into his boots, Michael pursed his lips and playfully shook his head. “You’ll know when we get there,” he promised. “Bet you’re gonna like it.”
Falling into him, Lily clung to him again, and she kissed his neck softly. “With you?” she murmured. “I’ll love it.”
Their mouths met, and Lily’s entire body buzzed around his kiss when a sharp cry pierced the air, and Lily tensed against Michael’s side. “What’s that?” she whispered.
“I better find out.”
Michael moved for his gun, and as soon as Lily thought that he was in danger, she stepped from the bed and slid the pinned dress over her shoulders. Michael saw her dressed, and he pushed her back and wildly shook his head.
“Stay here.” he said.
“Michael, I—”
“It there’s trouble, then I don’t want you in it.”
“But—”
“You said that you would listen to me. I need you to listen.”
Lily hung her head and fell back to the bed. Nodding softly, she cringed at the sound of the door opening, and as she saw his form starting to depart, she reached for him. “Please come back,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me alone”
Michael turned back, and he started to speak when a gunshot cracked through the air. Lily hurried to Michael’s side, and he winded his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. His eyes darted into camp with a grunt.
“Fuck,” he said. “We gotta go.”
Lily stepped close to his side, but Michael pushed her behind his back and glared over his shoulder.
“Stay close,” he said. “Stay where I can touch you.”
“I will,” she said. “I promise.”
As they headed into the camp, Lily stayed close to Michael’s side, and sh
e stopped when she saw the Diesel Devils with their weapons drawn. But they were still as Ken lay crumpled against the sand. Lily saw the blood trailing from his temple, and as she turned her eyes to the left, she saw Sally shuddering in her dress as Trevor Carr had his arm wrapped around her waist, the barrel of his gun pressed to her cheek.
