by Amy Brent
EMELIA
“Deacon, old pal, lovely to see you, lad,” one of the Irishmen said. “What do you think you're doin' here? And where are ya goin' with the lassie?”
Deacon didn't answer. He stared hard at the gathered men and I could see that he was formulating his plan in his head. He looked at me, trying to tell me something with his eyes – something I wasn't getting. I'd never been in a situation like this before and had no idea what I was doing.
But I knew that if we were going to go down, I was going to go down fighting. I wouldn't be dragged back into that life again. Not when I had all I wanted in the world standing beside me.
When Deacon moved, it was smoothly and it was quickly. Before anybody had even registered what he was doing – let alone react to it – he'd raised his arm and squeezed off a shot. The bullet tore through the man who'd just spoken, a fount of blood spraying from the wound in his shoulder. The Irishman squealed in pain and dropped to the ground, clutching his wounded arm. It was a non-lethal hit – I had to give him credit for that.
But with three others in front of us – and raising their weapons – playtime was over. It was time to shoot to kill.
Tony took several steps toward me just as the other two Irishmen moved on Deacon. I raised my arm and held my gun steady on Tony. He glared at me, shaking with rage, his face dark and his eyes filled with the promise of a painful retribution.
“Don't make me do this,” I said, my hands shaking.
More gunshots and men screaming rang out, shattering the stillness of the night air, but I couldn't look away from Tony. I was afraid that if I allowed my attention to be diverted, he'd move on me and I wouldn't be able to stop him. I had little doubt that Tony would kill me for what I was doing – so there was no way I was going to give him the chance.
No, my gaze remained on Tony, and only Tony, as he walked toward me, his face growing ever darker with each step.
“You wouldn't shoot me, princess,” he said. “You're a lot of things – like an ungrateful little bitch for starters – but you're not a killer. You don't have it in you. I can see the fear in your eyes.”
“Don't call her princess,” Deacon said as he stepped up beside me. “And you should apologize for calling her a bitch, while you're at it.”
I cracked a smile. He remembered how I felt about terms of endearment like that. It was patronizing and condescending, and when someone like Tony used them, it filled me with a deep, abiding anger. I could deal with a lot of things, but being patronized or condescended to were things I couldn't deal with. Wouldn't deal with. From anybody.
I considered taking a play from Deacon's book and aiming for the shoulder as I squeezed off a shot – mostly just to prove to the old son of a bitch that I could indeed pull the trigger. But Tony lunged toward me suddenly and I shot on reflex. The noise the gun made as it went off sounded like a cannon and the shockwave from the recoil reverberated all the way up my arm and into my shoulder. It had a kick stronger than I'd anticipated.
Because it had all happened so fast, Deacon hadn't even reacted in time and I'd been unable to focus on where I was shooting. I didn't have the time to aim as Tony lunged for me. His body collided with mine, knocking me to the ground, and driving the air from my lungs. I screamed as his body pinned mine to the ground. It took me a moment to realize Tony wasn't moving. And until Deacon reached down and pulled the old man off of me, I hadn't even realized where the bullet I'd fired had hit.
Right smack dab in the middle of his chest. His blood was pouring all over me and when he looked into my eyes, I saw pain blended with hate radiating within them. If he'd had the strength, he would have strangled me right then and there.
Tony, while not dead, was going to be soon. If he didn't get help, anyway. But I got the feeling that nobody at my father's house was going to go out of their way for him. I didn't think that anybody would be calling an ambulance – at least, not for a little while.
Deacon hauled me to my feet and I looked down at myself – grimacing at the sight of Tony's blood covering me. I looked up and saw that of the three who'd been standing with Tony, only one of the Irishmen remained. I didn't know why he was still alive, but he was just standing there, looking back at us. He wasn't holding a weapon and he didn't look threatening.
I didn't understand what was happening, but Deacon kept his gun trained on him. The other man though, held his hands up and didn't make any overtly threatening gestures. Simply judging by his body language, I didn't think he was going to be a problem for us – the look on his face told me that he respected Deacon. Liked him.
“Neil, let us past,” Deacon said. “Please. I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want, brother.”
“Your truck is gone, man,” the man named Neil replied. “How are you going to get out of here?”
“We'll find a way,” Deacon replied. “Don't make me shoot you too. You know I don't want to do it, but I will if I have to.”
“You wouldn't – ” But Neil must have seen the look in Deacon's eyes because he stopped talking and looked down at the ground. “I'm sorry it's come to this, brother. I never wanted this. I really didn't.”
“I didn't want it to come to this either, man,” Deacon said. “Trust me on that, Neil. I didn't want this either. I just wanted something – different.”
“Here!” Neil said, tossing something over to him.
Deacon stared down at what was in his hand for a moment before looking back at his friend, a questioning look upon his face. He held up the keyring to me and dropped it into my hand.
“It's one of your cars anyway,” Neil said and smiled. “Figured you might like it back. Should help you get where you're going.”
Deacon thanked Neil and we rushed from the back of the house and toward a car parked out front. Climbing inside quickly, we drove off as fast as humanly possible, leaving my father and my former life behind. For good.
Reaching out, I took Deacon's hand in mine. Things might not be easy from here on out. We were alone and we would struggle. But we had each other, and soon enough, we'd have a child. Maybe several more. Life was already beginning to look up.
“Buenos Aires, here we come, baby,” Deacon said, winking at me.
I smiled as I looked back at him. I was free. For the first time in my life, I was free.
THE END
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Chapter One
SABRINA
“Oh Julian,” I muttered to myself, gripping my pillow in one hand, careful to keep my voice low.
My parents weren't home – at least, not that I was aware of – but I knew that Rosa, our housekeeper was there and was busy making her rounds of the house. Despite the risk of Rosa walking in on me, I couldn't help myself. I needed release. I needed to get off.
Though honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine how awkward it would be to explain to her what I was doing – although I had a feeling she'd have a very good idea of what I was doing. What would be difficult and awkward to explain was why I was calling out my father's friend's name while I was doing it.
With my vibrator clutched in a near death grip as I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, I massaged my clit as I imagined Julian's tongue upon me. I pictured his face, the feel of his stubble on the insides of my thighs. Imagined the feel of his hands as he spread my legs apart and buried his tongue deep inside of me. I imagined feeling him slide two fingers deep into my tight little pussy as he sucked on my clit – it was enough that I almost lost control and came right there. But I wanted to make it last a little longer – prolong the pleasure a bit.
It was true that I'd never experienced any of that with Julian before – but I had a very good imagination and could pretend I had. I could imagine what it would be like for him to taste me, to savor me, to feel me – to make me cum harder than I ever had before in my life.
I was laying in my bed, or rather, the bed I used to sleep in when I'd been a child. I was staying with my parents while I searched for a place to live – a situation I hoped to rectify very, very soon. Living in my childhood home gave me very little privacy, so I made sure to take advantage of them being gone every chance I could get. Thankfully, because they had a relatively busy social life, I was able to have enough private time to keep my desires sated. Most of the time, anyway.
I shifted the angle of my vibrator as I imagined Julian sliding his finger between the folds of my pussy. It made me gasp and my knees buckled slightly as I thrust my hips upward, groaning in pleasure.
“Take me, Julian.” I begged and pleaded with my imaginary paramour, yearning to feel his stiff, thick cock inside of me more than I yearned for anything else in my entire life.
This wasn't the first time I'd gotten myself off while thinking of him – not even close – and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last. Though one day, I hoped to give him the gift I'd been saving for him for a long, long time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured his face looking down at me as he slammed his fingers deep into my tight, wet little hole.
“Take my virginity, please,” I murmured. “It's yours, Julian. I saved it for you.”
Yes, I'd saved myself for him. I'd abstained from sex all of these years because I wanted the first cock I felt slamming inside of me to be his. And yes, I'd had plenty of options over the years. I could have given myself away to any number of college guys, I'd had plenty of chances. And there were times I'd been tempted. A couple of times I'd even come really close. But I'd always pulled away at the critical moment, never letting just some random guy whose name I probably wouldn't remember in a couple of days fuck me just because I needed to cum. I had my vibrator and a collection of wonderful toys for that.
It had been difficult. Really, really fucking difficult. But I'd gone through school, I'd kept myself pure, promising to give myself to the only man I could see myself with.
Julian Pierce.
I buried the vibrator into my pussy and gasped, biting my lip and gripping my sheets tight with my free hand. I knew it was just a toy, just a piece of vibrating plastic, but in my head, it was Julian's cock. His thick, hard, amazingly long cock. The one I'd coveted and had savored from a distance for so long.
I couldn't shove the toy in very deep, not without hurting myself. But I taunted my opening with it, imagining what it would be like when Julian would push past my hymen and finally make a woman out of me. The sheer pleasure of the fantasy sent my body into a fit of pleasure, spasming and twitching as I writhed against the bed. I moved my vibrator in and out of my dripping wet pussy, thrusting it in as deep as I could without feeling any pain.
Julian was bound to be bigger, I told myself. I should be ready for him. I should make sure I could accommodate him as well as I could. Little by little, I pressed the toy deeper inside of me, experiencing a mix of pleasure and pain as I slid it further and deeper inside of me than I had ever gone before.
While it hurt, I figured that it felt more like the real thing. And that was enough to make me call out his name, crying into my pillow, “Yes, yes, Julian... Oh God, yes. Fuck me, please.”
I came, hard. Harder than I ever had before. I jerked and twitched on my bed as bolts of intense pleasure rocketed through my body. My every nerve ending was on fire and I felt like I was being shot through with electricity. But even as my body experienced pleasure beyond my wildest imagination, I knew the real thing had to be better. Knew that when Julian made me cum, it was going to be a hundred times more intense than what I was feeling in that moment.
And now that I was back home, well within reach of the man I'd loved since I was a little girl, I was determined to finally make my dream – my fantasy since I'd been a young girl experiencing her own sexuality – a reality. I was going to have Julian. I was going to give myself to him. And since as of tonight, he'd be staying with us for a few days, I figured I was going to have plenty of opportunities to fuck the man I'd coveted for years upon years.
The one problem was that Julian didn't know about my plan yet. Had no idea that I coveted him the way I did. Had no clue that I was going to give him my virginity and make him fuck me like the dirtiest little whore in the world. I couldn't wait for it.
He knew none of that. But soon. He would know everything soon enough.
Soon, he'd take my virginity and fuck me hard – just as I always imagined he would. It wasn't a matter of if, in my mind – it was a matter of when.
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The doorbell disturbed my post-climax relaxation, but I didn't care. I knew who was going to be on the other side of that door. I smiled from ear-to-ear as I threw on the dress I'd specially picked out for his arrival and then checked my hair in the mirror – it wouldn't do to have sex hair when I greeted him. Not even if the only sex that was had was with myself.
Rushing down the stairs, I giggled as I hit the landing and beat the housekeeper to the door by mere seconds. Rosa looked at me curiously but then just shook her head and smiled as she turned and walked away.
I cleared my throat and tried to get my heartbeat under control. Only then, did I open the door. Framed by sunlight – and probably rainbows and glitter too – stood the most perfect man in the world. His sandy blonde hair made him look the stereotypical California type of guy. If it weren't for his meticulously kept, very stylish, well-tailored business suit and well-groomed appearance, you might actually mistake him for the typical California surfer-dude. He was naturally tan and had the blue eyes that really augmented that stereotype to boot. Oh, and yeah, he worked out. Even underneath his suit, you could see the muscles in his arms. I grew a little bit wet imagining the feel of those arms holding me tight to that big, strong body of his.
He was Hollywood gorgeous and probably could have been a model if he'd wanted to be.
His eyes widened and he looked surprised when I opened the door and was standing before him.
“Sabrina, I was expecting you here,” he said, flashing that fatherly smile he often had for me – a smile I fully intended to wipe off his face and replace with something else.
“Yeah, my parents said you'd be stopping by. They're out, but should probably be back soon,” I said sweetly, opening the door to let him inside. “I heard you were going to be staying with us for a little while?”
“Yeah, just until the house remodel is finished,” he said. “It's getting a little too chaotic over there for me. I offered to rent a place, but you know your father – ”
I put my hand on his arm as we shared a laugh while I escorted Julian to the landing at the foot of the staircase. I figured it was best to start acclimating him to feeling my hands on him. Start slow and work upward from there. Yeah, I'd thought out almost every last detail on my little mission.
I started to walk up the stairs in front of him, fully intending to show off my ass in the teeny little dress I was wearing, but he put his hand on my elbow and stopped me.
“You don't have to show me around,” he said with that warm, kind smile that said you're a sweet kid, but I'm not going to fuck you. I hated that smile. “I'm familiar enough with the house.”
“No, it's okay, I don't mind at all,” I said. “I want you to feel welcome here.”
“I already do,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.
He already does? Had there been something more behind those words? Had he been looking at my body when he'd said it? Or had I imagined that all? Or was it me simply wanting him so much, that I was reading too much into his every word, glance, and gesture? It was probably the latter.
We headed upstairs and I led him down the hallway to the room he'd be using while he was with us. The guest room my parents had chosen for him was, ironically – or perhaps, fortuitously – directly next to mine. Julian stepped inside and dropped his bags on the queen sized bed, which was made up beautifully by my mother. Or rather, made up beautifully by Rosa – my mother would likely take the
credit for it though.
Julian turned to me, awkwardly, as if trying to figure out what he should say or do. Or maybe wondering why I was still standing in his room staring at him. Though I wasn't trying to be obvious about it, I was taking in every inch of his amazingly delicious body. I stood in the doorway, leaning on the door frame and giving him my best “come hither” stare. As I caught his gaze, I felt my stomach do a flip-flop and it felt like a bonfire had been ignited between my thighs as I grew slippery and wet.
“So I heard about Beth,” I said, wincing as I spoke his ex's name. “I'm so sorry.”
Julian ran a hand through his thick, wavy hair, staring at the ground. “Yeah, but it's probably all for the best. We weren't good for each other, you know? We just had different goals and ideas in mind. Wanted different things out of life.”
Oh, I knew alright. I knew everything he was saying after the first time I'd ever met Beth. The two of them were not good for each other, she only wore him down. I saw that from a mile off and had called it from day one. Needless to say, I never liked Beth and it wasn't all about my feelings for Julian. She was just a snobby bitch who I thought, was more into Julian's money and prestige than she was into Julian himself.
But hey, her loss was my gain. If everything went according to my plan, he wouldn't be thinking about Beth at all. Ever again.
“No, you weren't. She was a little too uptight,” I said, trying to sound concerned and yet diplomatic about the whole thing.
My gaze remained locked on his as I ran a hand through my hair, twirling my chestnut brown curls around my finger. I wasn't sure if my signals just weren't getting through, if he was being intentionally obtuse, or if he was just pushing away any – impure – thoughts he might be having about me. I wanted to catch his attention. But more than anything, I wanted to make sure he knew and understood that I was no longer the little girl he once knew. I was a woman. A woman with needs, desires, and the ability to make my own decisions – like who to sleep with.
“That's one way to put it,” he said.
