Raw

by Simone Sowood

  “All I keep thinking is how you’re mine.”

  “Yours?” I ask, biting my lip.

  “All mine.”

  “Yours.”

  “I’m telling you now, I always protect what’s mine.”

  I furrow my brow, trying to process his words.

  “Are you mine?” I ask, my voice quiet.

  “Have been ever since that night in October.”

  My chest swells, but before I can respond, he pulls me up, grabs the back of my head and his mouth presses against mine.

  His hand slides further up my thigh, then under the fabric of my dress. Heat burns under his touch.

  Our kiss is different somehow. The tenderness of his lips sends waves of warmth that fill me until I threaten to overflow and burst with joy.

  His fingers reach my mound, and brush across it. I moan, and he pulls his lips away.

  “No fucking panties?”

  “It was a surprise for you, for our one-month anniversary.”

  “I can’t sit here any longer. I need to be in you. Get out of the car,” he says, pulling his hand away.

  I moan in protest but he ignores me. Steel opens his door and gets out. Before I know it, he’s opened my door and is pulling me out. He grabs me tight, his hard dick digging into me.

  “You think I’ve been sitting there and thinking of anything else but fucking you? Knowing you’re all mine now?” He kisses me roughly before continuing, “I swear my cock has been hard for the past hour. I need to bury it in your pussy. Now. Then I’ll be able to concentrate on the road.”

  My skin coats in goose bumps as all the heat in my body pools between my legs. Steel nuzzles my neck, his hands slide up the outsides of my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist.

  The night air is cool, and blows across my exposed lips and ass. I glance around. We’re in some highway picnic rest stop area. It’s empty, except for a truck at the far end of the parking lot. The highway itself has a steady trickle of middle-of-the-night traffic.

  Without warning, Steel spins me and pushes my body against the car. He grips the back of my neck and presses my head onto the trunk. I’m still catching my breath from the movement when he drives his dick into me.

  I gasp. My pussy blooms with heat. Steel keeps pushing my body into the car as he thrusts into me. Over and over and over.

  My hips bash into the car with each thrust, but my walls are throbbing too much to care. I’m breathless, my head is spinning, and before I know it, a tidal wave of pleasure rushes over me.

  My legs give out, and I’m held up only by the car. I’d slide off it if Steel wasn’t pushing me down on it.

  Wave after wave of a massive orgasm rushes over me from being woken up and fucked in the cold at the side of the road. My walls spasm around his dick, gripping it tight in me.

  He’s right, he’s mine. And I, undeniably, am his.

  Welcome to the Jungle

  (Emily)

  I can’t believe that just happened. The way Steel took that guy down was crazy. He was serious when he said he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. But are the other people here really in need of a physical threat? He told me they were all cool, and that it’s the people who come to the carnival that I have to be careful of.

  “We’ve got twenty minutes, let’s go get you some clothes,” Steel says, arriving back at the trailer door.

  “I can’t buy clothes in twenty minutes.”

  “Sure you can, we walk into Walmart, you load up the cart and we leave. There’s one just down the road, we passed it on the way in.”

  Looking down at my Burberry dress, I remember the last time Maddie, Courtney and I went shopping. It took all day, and we each ended up with two outfits, not including shoes.

  That life is over now. Somehow it doesn’t even seem to matter. I’m here, I’m free to do whatever I want without being judged by all my neighbors, and I have Steel at my side.

  Even if he did just go a bit psycho on that guy and everyone else here, he’s never done anything even remotely like that before. He seems stressed about making me feel comfortable here, and I’m grateful for that.

  I give him a half smile, “Okay, we’d better go now.”

  We drive the short distance, grab a cart and enter Walmart. The smell is the first thing that hits me, it’s plastic or something. Not like the perfumed boutiques I’m used to.

  The only other time I’ve been to a Walmart was when I had to buy camping gear. I’ve never been anywhere near the clothing section. It’s kind of exciting, discovering something new.

  Steel leads me to the women’s clothing area, and begins pulling summer dresses off the racks.

  “What size are you?”

  “It depends on the store.”

  “In this store.”

  “I’m going to have to try it on.”

  “Ain’t got time.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Let me see it,” I say, and grab the dress from his hands.

  I walk over to a mirror and hold it up to me, pulling it across my hips.

  “This looks good,” I say and fling it into the cart.

  It’s actually a cute dress, a floral design with a skater skirt. Steel starts pulling more off and putting them in the cart. He doesn’t even look at them to see if they’re nice or not. Oh well, they all look pretty similar anyway.

  “How many do you need?” He asks.

  “I don’t know, seven? Plus some shorts and T-shirts, plus some leggings, and some sweaters.”

  “My shit fits in one backpack,” he says shaking his head.

  “So what, I’ll put it in the trailer. Or my trunk. Whichever, we have room for it all,” I shrug.

  “And you can afford all that?”

  “I’ve had a job for years,” I say screwing up my face. I remember him saying the same thing to me. Besides, all this is going to cost less than my dress anyway.

  “Fine.”

  “Anyway,” I hesitate, “that was pretty extreme back there, attacking that guy like that.”

  “He was fucking asking for it.”

  “Yeah, but still, you jumped on him.”

  “That’s my buddy Razor, he was trying to get a reaction out of me.”

  “Your friend?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

  “I hope it didn’t upset you or nothing.”

  “It’s just a little freaky, is all. I’m not used to seeing such physical violence.” I struggle to keep down the volume of my voice.

  “I had a strong message to send. I sent it.”

  “Should I expect to see a lot of fighting?”

  “By me? Only if someone touches you.”

  “And others?” I ask, cocking my head.

  “Not much. Sometimes if someone does something stupid. Usually because a townie starts something.”

  I trace his face for truthfulness. I’m not sure if I can handle a lot of violence around me. His face is full of concern, and he strokes down my arm. He says it’s the case, and I trust him.

  It’s not like I’m about to run home now, when I haven’t even been gone twenty-four hours. My life would be worse than it was before. The town would never stop talking about me, and my parents would criticize me all day long, forever and ever.

  “And you promise me you’re not going to be violent and start attacking people, your friends or otherwise?”

  “I can’t make that promise. If someone disrespects you, you’re damn straight I’m going to beat in his face.”

  “But I’m telling you, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you fighting. I can’t handle that. It’s a step too far for me.”

  “A step too far?” Steel makes a sharp intake of breath and looks at the floor. I remain silent, trying to let him know how important this is too me. “It won’t matter anyhow, no carny’s going to touch you after today anyway.”

  “Fine.”

  “Okay.”

  “Let’s get the rest of the stuff,” I say. I need everything, a hairbrush, toothbrush, you name it.
We need to hurry.

  We walk past the underwear, and I grab several bras and a couple packs of panties and throw them in the cart. Speed walking through the store, I get all the toiletries while Steel stocks up on food.

  The big pharmacy sign catches my eye, and I make a mental note to figure how I get the prescription for my birth control pills renewed. I’ve only been on it a couple of weeks so have enough on my prescription for a few months, and don’t need to stress about it yet. I have enough in my purse to last until the end of the month. There are too many things to think about as it is.

  Back at the camp, I stand to the side while Steel and Razor get the trailer hooked up to my car. They’re working together without any drama, and seem to know exactly what the other is doing. How were they just fighting?

  “Goldie, in the car. We’re ready to take you to your first carnival,” Steel says to me, one foot in the driver’s side.

  * * *

  I’m sitting on the edge of the bed in the trailer at the carnival site. Steel is setting up but I haven’t been told where to go, or what I’m doing yet. I think they’re still trying to figure out what to do with me.

  I keep staring at my purse. My phone is in it. I haven’t looked at it since last night, but now the draw is too strong. I have to let my parents know I’m safe, at least. I don’t want them worrying about me. Not for rational reasons anyway.

  When I turn the phone on, it goes through a crazy amount of vibrating and beeping as all the text and voicemail notifications come through.

  After it’s finished, I brave looking at the screen. My mother responded to the text I sent her last night. Several times.

  Don’t do this

  Come home, please don’t risk trusting him

  Your father is panicking. Please come home

  I stop reading after that. What’s the point? The only reason I would read on would be if she apologized, and she wasn’t even close. You’d think she at least would have offered to give him another chance.

  I type one last text to her.

  I’m not coming home, we’re fine. You need to learn to accept us as a couple. I’m done with this phone now, I might phone in a couple of months when you’ve calmed down. Stop worrying about me, you’re being ridiculous.

  Hovering my finger over the send button, and my heart stops when I finally push it.

  I put my finger on the power button, before realizing I need to send Courtney something.

  Thanks for your call last night. Steel and I are have gone traveling for the summer, your bff

  The trailer door opens and I switch off the phone. Steel appears in the doorway.

  “Good news, I’ve talked Papa Smurf and Cess into having you sit in on her basket toss booth.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’re working a game, paid hard cash every week, just like me.”

  “What do I do?” They just throw me right in like that?

  “Cess will show you everything. It’s just selling. You said you wanted to sell, and now you are.”

  “Who’s Cess?”

  “The carnival princess. She’s a friend, and she’ll take care of you while I’m working.”

  My hands start trembling, and I sit on them to hide it from Steel. I’ve only ever worked in my dad’s office before, never in a store or anywhere that I had to deal with the public before. The idea is daunting.

  Steel sits down beside me and pulls my hands out from under me. He takes them in his hands, and the strength of his fingers helps me find my own strength.

  “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. If you can make me walk away from my life of ten years, then you can convince some teenager to try to toss a softball into a peach basket.”

  I smile and lean my head against him. He always knows how to make me feel better. There’s no question I’m happier with him. I don’t care about my parents, or his fight, all I care that he can sit here beside me and make everything better. Make me better.

  “Let’s go toss some balls,” I say, standing up.

  Every Rose has a Thorn

  (Steel)

  Emily’s bent over, her head in the passenger area, looking for something. Her movements are slow, and her limbs look clumsy.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, anxious to close her door and get back on the road.

  “Looking for Kleenex.”

  “So get in and then look for them, we need to go.”

  “I can’t get in until I find them, your come is leaking down my leg and I don’t want to get it all over the seat.”

  “So use your dress to wipe it off.”

  She stops what she’s doing and cranes her head about to look at me, “My dress, my one piece of clothing? No way. Give me your T-shirt, and I’ll use that.”

  I’m about to object when I realize how much cleaning up her pussy appeals to me. Like I can see what I do to it, plus touch it some more. I’ve got more clothes in the trunk anyway.

  “Keep looking for the Kleenex,” I say, squaring myself behind her hips.

  Pulling my T-shirt over my head, I ball it in my fist and rub it up her leg. Emily freezes, but doesn’t say anything. I wipe off both her inner thighs, and press my shirt against her lips, causing her to arch her back. Slowly, I moved the shirt through her folds, loving this idea of mine.

  Damn, if we weren’t in such a hurry, I’d fuck her again right now.

  She’s all cleaned up for now, but I gush like a bull. I push her hips to the side, and lay the T-shirt on the seat. It’s something, anyway.

  “Thank you,” she says, her breathing slow.

  Emily hikes her skirt around her waist, I guess so she doesn’t sit on it, then gets in the passenger seat. Shit, I thought the first five hours of looking at her long legs was hard, now I’ve got a view of everything below the waist to contend with.

  I get back into the driver’s seat and pull back onto the highway. Emily reclines her seat, her luscious lips on full display to me. I force my focus on the road and getting us there in time.

  She falls asleep almost straight away, and I keep on driving. When we get near, I use Emily’s phone for directions.

  The sun is up when I pull into the lot where the carnival is. Emily wakes up when I stop the car.

  “Where are we?” She asks, her voice groggy.

  “We’re here.”

  Emily’s eyes shoot wide open and her spine straightens.

  “You don’t got nothing to be worried about,” I say and grip her hand. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone and you’ll feel better.” She looks at me like a deer in headlights and I grip her hand tighter. “Don’t worry, Goldie, I’m here for you. Just trust me.”

  With tight lips, her head nods, almost imperceptibly. I release her hand and get out of the car. I go around to her side to coax her out, but to my surprise she gets out on her own and is standing waiting for me by the time I get there.

  “Holy shit, you made it,” Papa Smurf says, walking towards us.

  “The promise of my own trailer? You’re damn straight we made it,” I say.

  “And this is her, the one you drove us all nuts about over the winter?” He says, eyeing Emily.

  “Papa Smurf, this is Goldie.”

  “Goldie, huh. Nice to have you with us. I still can’t believe Steel convinced you to come.”

  The comment makes her smile, and with a soft voice she says, “I was the one who had to convince him to bring me.”

  “I’ll be damned. Ain’t never heard that one before,” he says.

  “Enough of the Steel bashing, where’s our trailer?”

  “How you going to pull it?” He asks, laughing.

  “With this.” I point to the Corolla.

  “You’ve gotta be shitting me. That little thing?”

  “You’ll see.”

  “I’d sure like to. Trailer’s over there, the little blue one.”

  I grab Emily’s hand and say, “Come on, Goldie, let’s go check out our new home.”
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br />   “We’re leaving in half an hour,” Papa Smurf calls after us.

  Pulling her across the field, various carnies I’ve known for years yell and whistle at me.

  “Fuck you all,” I shout at none of them in particular.

  “Fuck you too, asshole,” someone yells. I think it was Razor. Doesn’t matter anyway, they’d all say the same thing. So would I.

  “This is it,” I say, pulling my hand on the trailer door latch.

  It’s small, not much bigger than a bunkie room, but I don’t care. It’s all ours.

  I open the door and Emily climbs in, looking around. I enter and shut the door behind me.

  “It’s nice,” she says, her voice a bit deflated.

  “It’s great, look at this, our own table and chairs.”

  “That’s a bed.”

  “Now it is, but it turns into a table.”

  “Oh.”

  “That means we can sit in here when it rains, and don’t have to sit on the bed.”

  “I thought you’d prefer the bed in the rain.”

  “Don’t you worry about that. Bed, table. Hell, I’ll even bend you over this little stove.”

  Emily laughs, “Is that a promise?”

  “Don’t you worry, Goldie, I wouldn’t be surprised if we bust this trailer’s axle.”

  I grab her hips and grind into her. My mouth smashes against hers, my woman in our trailer, and I know where this is going to end.

  “Get the fuck out of there, we got to get ready to go,” Razor says, pounding his fist on the door.

  “Give us five minutes.”

  “That’s no way to please a woman. Goldie, he ever lets you down, you can come running to my bunkhouse any night.”

  Enraged, I let go of Emily and fly out the door. I don’t care if he is like a brother to me, these fuckers need to know she’s off limits, and I need to make that loud and clear now.

  “What did you say, asshole?”

  “I wasn’t talking to you,” Razor says, not looking behind him as he walks away.