Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  “It wouldn’t have taken much of a guess,” I said dryly. “I'm always here.”

  “That's true,” he said sitting down beside me. “But I like that I automatically know where to look for you. I like that after three weeks I know you that well.”

  “How well can you really know anyone after three weeks?” I asked sullenly.

  “Now, where's that coming from?” He looks confused. I didn't resist as he reached for my hand, entwining my fingers in his own. “This doubt…this insecurity, it's a complete one eighty from the woman who practically forced herself on me on her second day here.”

  “Forced myself on you?” I couldn't help but laugh. “The way I remember it you went kicking up too much of a fuss.” I teased dryly.

  “How much fuss could I kick up when your mouth is over my dick, with that sexy red hair flying everywhere?” he protested, laughing.

  I rolled my eyes “You make it sound like I assaulted you.”

  He shrugged, that sexy grin spreading across his mouth

  “Hey, I'm not saying it wasn't a welcome assault.” He grinned at me. “I'm not saying I’d push you away if you did it again.”

  “Ah, so that's why you're here?” I chuckled, managing a smile.

  His face turned serious “Not at all. I'm here because I was worried about you.” He glanced around looking like he wanted to say something

  “Say it,” I said, pressed him.

  He shrugged. “I don't know. I don't know what it is about you, but I like it when you're happy. And you haven’t looked happy for a few days.”

  I sighed. I was such an idiot. “I’m sorry. I may have overreacted.”

  “To what?” He asked. “I still don't understand. Was it something I did, or said to make you uncomfortable?”

  “It wasn't you.” I hesitated. “Seeing you in class with Sherry all over you…"

  He laughed. “What exactly did you want me to do, Maya? I’m a guard. I was doing my job. You know, what I get paid for?” His face turned dark. “Were you trying to make me jealous by calling Jon over that day?”

  “Did it work?”

  “What do you think?” he shot back. I hid a smile. How could I explain this without sounding like a complete head case? I turned to face him

  “At the risk of sounding like a nut, I guess I just began to psych myself out thinking about us, much longer term than I should’ve been. I started to think about beyond my release from this place.”

  And?” He asked.

  “And what?” Not understanding what he was trying to ask.

  “When you get out of here. I mean, what’s your plan?”

  “My plan?” I repeated. I closed my eyes and groaned. Could I sound any more like an idiot right now?

  He chuckled. “You can't give a guy a break, can you? I'm trying to ask you if you can see me fitting into your plan when you get out of here.”

  My mouth fell open. Did he really just say that? He really saw us going beyond me being here? Did he actually see a future for us?

  “I'm not saying I want to marry you.” He made a face. “Not that I'm saying I don't want to marry you.”

  He face palmed and shook his head, as I giggled. I liked seeing him flustered, especially over me.

  “Let me start again. I like you, Maya, and want to get to know you better. I want to see where this can go. I want to see you in the real world.” He hesitated, before continuing. “I want to come home from work and find you sitting on my couch. I want to introduce you to my friends. I want you to meet my family. I want to meet your friends…am I scaring you yet?” he laughed nervously.

  “Not at all,” I said shyly. “You're not worried about our age difference, or the fact that I'm a criminal?”

  He laughed, “You’re hardly a criminal. And who cares about the age difference! Do you?”

  I blushed, not wanting to admit that I wasn't exactly sure how old he actually was. He looked to be in his early thirties, but for all I knew he could’ve been a fifty year old who’d aged well.

  “What now?” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

  “How old are you?” I said, biting my lip.

  He laughed. “I’m thirty-four. I turn thirty-five next month.”

  Whew. Pretty much what I thought. I turned to him. God, look at those eyes. I could stare into them forever. Holy shit, I was starting to sound like a freaking lifetime movie. I moved closer to him until I was straddling him. His hands rested on my milky white thighs, slowly riding up my skirt.

  “So,” I said coyly, “You think we’re pretty deserted up here, right?

  “Yeah, why…” His voice trailed off as I lifted my shirt over my head. His hands moved up over my stomach and up to my breasts. I sighed as I slowly began to rock against him. I could feel him getting hard against my movements, which was enough to make me wet.

  Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms, throwing it onto the ground beside me.

  “Maya,” he sighed rolling my nipples between his fingers. I smiled as my hands moved towards his zipper. Unfastening it, I reached inside and freed his cock. My hands moved slowly up and down his shaft. It hardened against my touch, precum leaking from the tip.

  He groaned, his fingers digging into my skin as I stroked him. I swayed forward on my knees until he was at my entrance, ready.

  “I don't have a condom,” he whispered, “Are you on the pill?”

  “I have an implant,” I replied, kissing him.

  That was all he needed to hear. He gripped me by the hips he lifted me on to his length. I'd gasped as his thickness pushed inside of me, his skin against mine incredible. My muscles contracted, gripping onto him as he moved faster inside of me.

  I love the way this feels, fucking him on top.

  In this position, I could see his every facial expression, every sigh. I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs as he guided himself further inside of me.

  “Oh yeah,” he grinned as his hands gripped my arms. He thrust himself deeper inside of me, each movement faster and more furious than the last. “Oh yeah,” he gasped, as he released inside of me, his thrust slowing to a stop.

  “You are fucking incredible,” he muttered.

  I lifted myself off his lap, and curled up on the ground next to him, watching as he cleaned himself up. This was perfect. Or at least, it was as close to perfection as I’d ever experienced.

  I smiled to myself. How had it taken getting thrown in detention for me to find the person I could be? It didn’t matter. I was beginning to think that I owed Ella a thank you for helping me end up in here.

  Chapter Eight

  The rest of the week passed in a blur of classes, study, and paperwork for my appeal. I had attended a hearing, but had not received any word yet on the outcome. Thinking about leaving made me anxious. Even though Max had hinted he wanted us to continue this when I got out, I wondered how being outside would change us.

  As Max passed back our English assignments, a note slipped from mine.

  Meet me at our tree after class

  I smiled to myself. The poor boy couldn’t stay away from me.

  Shoving the note in my pocket, I took my books back to my room. It was hard to believe, but I was getting used to this place. This offered me more of a home than most of my previous foster families had combined. I never thought id ever be saying I was glad to have been sent here, but I was. Not just for Max, either, but for myself.

  “You’re going to be caught out. I hope you realize that.”

  I looked up and saw Sherry perched on my bed, her eyes narrowed into tiny little slits. Sighing, I threw my books down and shook my head.

  “Why can’t you just leave it? Why do you hate me so much?”

  She laughed. “You think I hate you? This isn’t hate. Trust me, if I hate you, you’d know about it. I nothing you.”

  “Then get off my case,” I replied through gritted teeth.

  “You think he really cares about you?” she laughed aga
in. “Trust me, I’ve been there. As soon as you’re gone, it will be another stupid bimbo who will fall for the same lies. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

  I froze as her words shot through me. My heart began to pound as I wondered… was she talking about Max?

  She snorted and shot me a look.

  “No, not him. But given the chance, he’d be just like all the others.” I nervously took a step toward her.

  This girl, who had made my life a living hell for the last three weeks, was telling me what exactly? That she’d been raped? Taken advantage of? Was it here, or somewhere else?

  “Sherry…”

  “Don’t. Just fuck off, okay? I don’t need your pity; I don’t need you pretending that you give a shit about me, okay? Anyway, I’m here now, so it doesn’t matter, right?”

  She pushed past me, and stormed out of the room. I sat down on the edge of my bed, my heart racing.

  What the hell had that been?

  All her behavior was starting to make sense. I was no psychologist, but I could recognize a cry for help when I saw one.

  In the distance, I could see him under our tree as I walked toward him. Sherry was still on my mind, and would be until I’d spoken to Max about it. Us getting caught was the furthest thing from my mind right now.

  “Hey you.” He smiled up at me. My heart jumped when I saw the single red rose he was gently rolling between his fingertips.

  “Seriously? This is your idea of being inconspicuous? Do you often carry roses around?” I teased, sinking to my knees in front of him.

  “Only when I have pretty women to give them to,” he said, chuckling as I hit his arm. Leaning in, I kissed his lips. He handed me the rose and smiled.

  “I have some news,” he said.

  “Oh?” My heart pounded. Why did I get the feeling I wasn’t going to like what I was about to hear?

  “You’re being released tomorrow,” he said softly.

  “What? I am? How?” I sank back on the grass in shock. Was this good news? Or bad? I had no idea how to take it. Two weeks ago I would have been doing cartwheels across the laws upon hearing this. But now? The thought of leaving made me sad. The thought of leaving him made me sad.

  “Yes. I think you will officially be told in the morning.”

  “Oh.”

  “This is good news, Maya.”

  “Is it?” I said.

  Because I was failing to see how. I had no real home, no family and nowhere I wanted to be, other than with him.

  “I’m sorry. It’s great news, I’m just a little shocked.”

  He looked at me nervously. Was there more? Because I didn’t think I could handle more right now.

  “Maya…I want to ask you something. I won’t be offended if you say no, but I’d love for you to say yes.” He paused and stared at me.

  “You need to ask for me to answer,” I chuckled nervously.

  He rolled his eyes. “I’m getting to that.” He sighed and breathed out heavily. “Okay. What would you say if I asked you to move in…” my heart jumped as I hung off his words. “…with my sister.”

  What?

  “Huh?” I said, confused. That was not where I saw that heading.

  He laughed at my reaction.

  “I like you. A lot. But we have only known each other a few weeks and I want to take things slow. My sister lives near a community college that offers GED classes. You’d get along great with her. She’s five years younger than me, and according to her, way more fun.”

  I began to laugh. Was this really happening? Could this sweet, beautiful guy get any better? I doubted it. Rocking forward onto my feet, I grabbed his face and kissed him.

  “You are amazing.” I shrugged. There was no other word for him. “Thank you.” I added sincerely.

  “One other thing…” His eyes narrowed mischievously. “I’m working a double tonight. Care to spend the night with me?”

  ~*~*~*~

  Sneaking out of my room is it easier than I thought. Sherry took so many drugs in the evening that she was passed out before her head even hit the pillow. I mentally run through the directions Max had given me, praying I didn't stuff them up.

  Eventually I found myself standing outside the staff quarters. It was just where he said it would be, outside, and opposite the quadrant. Did he say the one on the left? I'm sure he said left. My heart pounded as I stepped closer to the door, wrapping lightly. For about ten seconds, I was freaking out that I had the wrong room.

  What would I say? How was I supposed to explain being out of my room, and outside at one in the morning? Just then, the door opened.

  Thank fucking Christ.

  Max cracked open the door to further and let me in, wearing only a pair of sweat pants. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I leaned in and kissed his bare chest. He smiled as he shut the door, locking it with the chain.

  “We’re good until six, but we better off getting you out of here a little earlier. We wouldn't want to jeopardize your release,” he whispered with a grin.

  I'm getting out. I can't believe I'm getting out. I was on the verge of tears.

  Why I was I suddenly so overwhelmed with emotion right now? I’d avoided thinking about this all day, and now it was like my mind was going crazy. Part of me was sad, another part terrified, another excited… And all these emotions were fighting to be in control.

  “Come and sit down,” he whispered leading me towards the bed. “I don’t want you collapsing on me. Well, not like this anyway,” he joked. I laughed in spite of myself, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I thought about everything and tried to think about nothing.

  The world seemed easier when I didn't think

  “Here,” he said.

  I took the cup that he held out to me and looked inside. Juice. I drank it down and forced myself to relax.

  “It will be fine, I promise. You have me this time, okay?”

  I smiled at him, realizing how lucky I was. Even if we didn’t work out, I didn’t doubt that I had a friend for life in him. Setting the cup down, I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “Thanks,” I murmured, looking up into his eyes. He gazed down at me, desire burning in his eyes. I gave a small nod, letting him know I was okay.

  “We need to be quiet,” he whispered, pushing me back on the bed so no screaming, okay?

  “I'll try my best,” I chuckled.

  Propped up on his shoulder so he was facing me, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips crushed against mine, in perfect sync. My whole body tingled, loving the way he felt that against me, loving the feel of his fingers as they brushed the hair from my face.

  His lips touched mine again, as his fingernails slowly trailed down my neck, and down between my breasts. I sighed, just the sensation of his nails against my bare skin was almost enough for me to reach orgasm.

  My back arched, as his fingers moved over the lease of my thong. He was teasing me. Every movement, every touch right now was a tease.

  “Oh,” I gasped, as his nails ran over the wet fabric between my legs that separated him from me. He brushed aside my underwear and slipped her finger inside of me. “You,” I gasped, “I want you inside me.”

  He kicked off his sweats and crawled between my legs, his erection already pressing at the entrance of my wetness. I swallowed, my fingers clutching at his sides as he eased himself inside of me. God that felt so good. I was so damn wet and aching for him. He slammed inside me, his momentum increasing as a film of sweat glistened over his skin.

  “You feel amazing.”

  He gasped, his legs tensing as he impaled me, his warm release spraying inside me. Sighing, he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside me as I snuggled into his arms.

  He kissed my hair as we snuggled on the bed, making the most of our last night together. He eventually fell asleep, as I lay there, wide-eyed and awake.

  Tomorrow—or today—was the start of my new beginning.

  I lay there, listening to the sound of him snoring. For the firs
t time in my life, I was excited about my future. I felt like a child at Christmas. I had no idea what the future held for me, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

  Chapter Nine

  The process of being released was bittersweet.

  I felt safer here than I had all my life and while the future hold promise the uncertainty of it all was terrifying. I almost wished I were serving my full sentence.

  Surprisingly, despite being eighteen, they refused to release me without the presence of an adult.

  “But I am an adult,” I argued.

  “Yes, but its protocol, Maya. We can't just release you. We need to be sure you're being cared for. Can someone that can pick you up?”

  Sure, just let me just call Max down here.

  “I'll call someone,” I sighed.

  I picked up the mobile that had just been returned to me, praying there was still credit on it. Digging his number out of my pocket, my fingers shook as I punched in the digits. This would be the first time we’d have ever spoken on the phone.

  “Hello?” He sounded half asleep. Shit. I’d woken him.

  “Hi, it’s Maya.” I could almost hear him sit bolt upright in bed. I smothered a giggle. “Sorry to bother you, but they won’t release me without an adult. Even though I’m Eighteen.” I shot the office clerk at death stare. She glared right back at me.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I’ll get my sister to pick you up. It will be a good icebreaker, a way for you guys to get to know each other,” he chuckled.

  Oh, I was glad he found this funny.

  “Fine. Thanks,” I grumbled.

  “Oh, and Maya? I’ll see you at home.”

  Home. My knees almost buckled underneath me. That sounded so good.

  Home. I finally had a home.

  THE END

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