by Kara Hart
“Yes, master,” she purrs.
“That’s right, strawberry,” I moan. “Just like that. Good girl.”
She’s ready for me. She pushes her ass into the air, and I lower my face into it, to get one more taste before I fuck her into submission. I swipe my tongue across her and suck on her lips. God she’s hot. I could eat her every fucking day.
Rising above her now, she turns her head at me and licks her teeth. I smack her ass and the smile leaves her face, changing into a shocked, but gratifying glance. I spank her again and grab onto her flesh. She moans and her body twitches forward. She holds onto the bed sheets, waiting for me.
Finally, after feeling how wet she just got, I slide my cock in. Every inch of thickness is accounted for and all of my length enters her. I hold onto her hips and thrust forward, hard. I push myself in as deep as I can fucking go. “I’ve never been with a man like you,” she tells me, but I already know that. I’m the bad guy she’s always wanted to fuck. I’m that guy who she eyes, while sitting in the back of the bar, pretending I don’t exist.
I lean forward and kiss the small of her back. I drag my hands to her shoulders and hold on tightly. I force myself in and out, feeling her getting wetter by the second. I’m going to cum. It’s about to happen. Looking at her this way makes me go crazy. I feel that tight pinching, pleasurable sensation form between my legs. That aching, heavy feeling that tells you that everything is about to transform into ecstasy, but only once you let yourself fully go to her.
My muscles begin to spasm. She whispers my name. My real name. “Soren,” she coos. The air mixed in with her voice sends me skyrocketing. I lose it. I pull out and come on her thick ass, in big spurts. She pushes her cheeks against my balls, lightly and I tense up. More cum shoots onto her flesh and drips down onto her thighs and the bed. I fall back and close my eyes, moaning loudly.
“Emma,” I manage to mutter after a few minutes. “The rain’s stopped.”
She runs her hands against my chest and kisses my abs. We both look out the window and hear the loud buzzing sound of my drying machine. Her clothes are done. “I guess that’s my cue,” she says, kissing me one last time. “This was fun.”
“It was,” I sigh, knowing my life is about to go back to the normal gray color that it has been since I’ve gotten here. I don’t know what this woman is to me. I guess she’s just a good fuck and a new face to feel good about. Hell, I don’t love the woman, but she’s all I got right now to light my way. It’s weird how fast that can happen to a man.
She grabs her clothes and puts them on in front of me, jumping into her panties. I like how awkward she can look when she tries to make herself presentable again. I love watching as she gets into her running gear. I love how she parts her hair and pulls the back into a ponytail.
She squints her eyes and smiles. “Bye, stranger.”
“’Til next time.” I nod with a fake smile on my face.
She walks out of my house and back into the forest trail. She doesn’t know it, but I watch as that ass of hers bounces away.
Emma
“Everything is going great, actually.” I smile. “Mom, seriously, I’m really glad I came to Denver.”
“You sure you don’t need anything?” my mom asks me, always concerned about my wellbeing. “Food? Money? Anything? Come on. You must need something.”
“Mom, I want to do this the right way. I don’t want to have to rely on you for everything. You understand, right?” I hold my breath. A few years ago, I would have accepted any offer she sent my way. Now, I want to try this thing on my own. I want to see if I can actually do it.
“I understand,” she says. “Listen, have you met anyone new?”
There she goes. The phone calls always end with her asking if I’ve met anyone yet. She loved Craig, my last boyfriend. He complimented her endlessly and she ate it all up. That wasn’t the only thing he did to try and make me his forever. We used to fight constantly. He used to block my way out of his apartment. He said I couldn’t leave. He said I owed him. Of course, she doesn’t know all of that. She never could understand why I broke up with him.
“No, Mom,” I say. “Well, there’s a man who’s kind of been nice to me, but he’s a little weird.”
“Well, what’re you waiting for? Go out on a date already!” she exclaims.
“We’ll see,” I sigh. “Anyway, I gotta run. I love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, sweetie-pie,” she says. I can imagine her smile and the warmth she exudes. The truth is, I miss her a lot. I miss home. But this is growing up and being an adult is about letting things change into something new. Home will always be home, but I need to settle in my new kind of home.
I just haven’t found my place yet. And, of course, there’s the problem: Soren. He gives me goose bumps, his body is perfect, and he’s pretty much the definition of “man,” but he’s not the guy for me. He looks, well, bad. I don’t think he even has a job. The whole thing was just one crazy situation that got out of hand.
Sometimes you meet someone and you just can’t get them off your back. Well, I think that’s our situation. We both found each other and can’t figure out a way to separate because we’re both outcasts. We’re both on the outside. Even with this place being his home, he doesn’t seem like he has anyone. The waitress said he had a falling out with his brother. I doubt they’ve even put the matter behind him.
We’re both on the edge of reality, waiting for the door to open.
I have to wonder, is there a storm coming through at the end of all of this? I step out onto my porch and call my boss, after listening to a voicemail from him. “Harry?” I ask. “Hey, it’s Emma!”
“Emma!” he exclaims. “Have you moved in alright? Is the house almost finished?”
I laugh and nod my head. “Yeah, it’s great,” I say. “Well, they’ve suspended the construction, but they say they’ll be completely finished by Monday. Anyway, I’m really sorry this whole thing even happened. Such a wreck, right?”
“It’s no big deal. Honestly. These things happen,” he says. “Look, I was thinking you could come on down to the office. I’d like to show you around the place.”
“Sure,” I say. “Why not?”
It doesn’t take long before I pick my outfit out to look presentable for the new boss. I walk into the modern-looking building and see Harry standing at the entrance, holding a few books in his hand. “Emma, Emma!” he smiles. “Great to see you again.”
“This place is beautiful, Harry,” I look around.
“The Skype interview process doesn’t exactly do it justice,” he chuckles. “Here, let’s start with lunch, okay?”
“Sounds great,” I smile and follow him into a large, white room.
“We have the best chefs in the area,” he says. “You can get just about anything here. How about…” He looks around at the many different options.
“Coffee and breakfast?” I ask him. I think about the diner and wonder if Soren is there right now, eating that steak and eggs breakfast. I quickly push it out of my mind.
“Great,” he says.
We order the food and coffee and it’s not long before we’re handed everything. We sit down, next to a giant column of windows. “So,” he sighs and sits back in his chair, holding a black cup of coffee. Outside the window are cacti, enclosed in a small space. “Have you been going out at all? There’s some cool bars around here.”
“Actually, not really,” I tell him. “I’ve sort of been laying low. I mean, I met a neighbor of mine the other day. He seems alright.”
“A neighbor?” he asks. “I thought the houses next door were empty?”
I shrug. “Well, I think he just got back into town, or something. I’m not sure,” I say.
“Wait a minute,” he says, thinking to himself for a moment. “It’s not Gabe Payne is it?” he asks me.
“No, it’s Soren,” I laugh. “Do you know him or something?”
“I know the family.” He nods. “We
all grew up together.”
“Interesting.” I want to ask him more. I want him to tell me what he knows.
“I think you should probably stay away from him,” he says, after a few seconds. “In fact, you might want to stay away from them altogether. The whole family is rife with problems.”
“Okay,” I say, “but what kind of problems?”
“I’d rather not gossip,” he says. “Just take my word for it. Those people are bad news. The father left them alone, a long time ago.”
“Wow,” I sigh. “Okay. Sure. I’ll stay away.”
But now, there are a thousand more questions and I can’t ask any of them because this man is my boss. The rest of the hour, we eat our food and talk about the business, about my duties, and we even discuss my dreams. After he seems comfortable and confident with me, he shows me out of the building.
“Thanks for everything,” I tell him.
“Sure thing,” he says. “Remember, stay safe. Try not to talk to any weird drifters out there.” He winks and I give a fake laugh, but when I’m outside of the building, my back slumps and I heave my body over to my rental car. What’s wrong with the Payne family? What exactly happened? I should stay away, but my curiosity is telling me to keep digging.
Soren
Gabe knocks on the door and I’m forced to reluctantly let the guy in. After all, this is technically his property. It’s been two whole days since I’ve seen that woman, Emma, and I’m going stir crazy in this house here. There’s nothing to do and nowhere to go. I’m just stuck, and my brother isn’t making things any better.
“I know you hate me, brother, but I’m going to keep checking up on you,” he says. “I still worry about you, you know.”
I groan and feel my hands start to shake with rage. “Did you get your head knocked in during one of your fights?” I ask him. “I never asked you for your help.”
“You were never the one to ask. That’s true. Look, you’re back here. You clearly need something,” he reasons. “So, whatever it is, I can help you.”
“I didn’t come back here for anything,” I say, slamming my fist against the table. “I came back to get away for a while. I need some nature in my life. I’m tired of the city life.”
“Whatever, man,” he laughs. “I can see that you’re lying to me right now, but it’s cool. We don’t need to talk about what’s really going on if you don’t want to.”
I run my hands through my hair and feel winded. Dealing with Gabe is like dealing with a fly that won’t leave you alone. Can’t he see that I just want peace and quiet? And Emma. I’d like a piece of her too. Truth is, I do get kind of lonely out here in the wilderness. There’s not much I can do besides turn on the TV, drink, and fall asleep. When I wake up, I’m already starting over again. It’s a constant loop of pain and regret.
“You should come over sometime,” he says, finally. “I’ve got a new house. Julia and I—”
I laugh, interrupting him before he can finish. “Julia,” I mutter under my breath. “Hah.”
Gabe stammers for a second, before he’s able to recuperate his words. “It would be nice to have you over for dinner. You know, we could put everything behind us for one night.”
“Sounds pretty terrible,” I sigh and turn on the TV, trying to tune him out.
He walks over and stands in front of the TV. “One night. One hour, even. That’s it. You don’t even have to do anything, but eat. It’ll be civil, I promise.”
I lean back against the couch. “One hour?” I ask him.
“Sure,” he says. “Whatever you want.”
“Can I bring someone?” I ask him, thinking about Emma. I don’t know if she’ll even want to go. After all, it was just a crazy thing that happened. I can’t go there alone, though. I need backup because if I don’t have any, I might lose my fucking mind. Julia. I hate that woman with a passion. I never want to see her face again. However, Emma could diffuse the situation. She could make it at least a little doable.
“Uh, sure,” he says, eyes turning big with surprise. “Anyone you like. I didn’t know you were, uh, seeing someone new.”
“I’m not. It’s just a friend,” I say.
“Who is he? Anyone I know?” he asks.
“He? Get the hell out of here. It’s a she. Her name’s Emma,” I say, turning away.
“She cute?” he asks, smiling.
“She’s alright,” I tell him. “Nice butt, I guess.”
He sits on the edge of the couch and nods his head. It pisses me off to see him smiling in that way of his. “It’s good to see you out there on the prowl,” he says. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“She’s just a friend,” I reiterate. “And we’re not cool. You still piss me the fuck off.” I get up from the couch and turn the TV off.
“Alright,” he throws his hands up. “Sorry, man. I’ll back off. Dinner in two days. Seven pm. I’ll write the address down for you since you don’t have a phone anymore.”
“Whatever is easy for you,” I say. “I don’t care.”
He writes the address down on a small piece of paper and taps his hand against it. “It’s here for you. We’re hoping you’ll come through.” When I don’t say anything back, he opens the door and leaves me to the silence of my house.
Gabe can’t earn my trust back. Maybe I’m bitter, but everything inside my very being tells me that I’m right. He stole everything from me. He stole my life. I wouldn’t have gone to Buffalo in the first place, had he just been a normal guy about things and followed the code. Instead, he chose to violate it. He chose to fuck me over.
So, I don’t give a shit about him or Julia, that bitch. Because, when he fucked her, my girlfriend of five years, he essentially ruined our brotherhood forever. Sure, I’ll be at that dinner if Emma decides she wants to come with. But I don’t promise that it’ll be any fun. In fact, I have a feeling it’s going to get real interesting.
I turn the TV on to the sports channel and there’s the highlights of last week’s fight. An anchor says, “Gabe Payne has really stepped his game up. For a while, we saw him losing match after match, but he’s really made a comeback and—”
I turn the TV off again. Fuck it all.
Emma
I stare out my window, wondering if I should just take it easy and read the book I’ve been reading, or head to Soren’s house and see what he’s up to. I pick up the book and stare at a single page for at least ten minutes. The words seem to have lost all meaning to me. They look blank on the page, like they’re hollow and insincere.
I throw the novel onto the end of my couch and I look outside my window. When I see him walk by on the trail, my heart skips a little, but I’m left wondering why he even interests me. Is it his mysterious presence? Is it his tattoos and one-word responses? He’s more interesting than a book to me. And I know he’s got a story to tell.
I open my door and lean against the railing on my porch. “Hey there, big guy,” I say. He turns around and squints his eyes.
“Oh, it’s you,” he smiles slightly, before walking up to the foot of the stairs. “How’ve you been?”
“You know. I’ve been good. I start my job soonish. I have all these things I need to start reading, but I’m being lazy,” I say. Small talk.
“What is it that you do again?” he asks.
“I’m an editor,” I say. “Or, rather, I will be once I start. I’m over at Johannson Publishing.”
“With Harry Farrell? Yeah, I know the place,” he laughs.
“You know Harry?” I ask him.
“Yeah, we grew up together. I don’t think he likes me too much now, though,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bottom railing.
“Why not?” I pry.
He just shrugs. “Because he’s a prick,” he laughs. “He always thought he was better than us. You know, my father wasn’t exactly a standup guy. He left us in high school. Then the whole thing with Gabe happened.”
“Thing with Gabe? You’re leaving me in the
dark here,” I tell him.
“Just brother shit,” he says. “You an only child?”
“Yep.” I nod.
“Well then, you wouldn’t understand,” he says.
“I’m sure I could try,” I mutter, but he’s already moved past it.
“Actually, my brother still lives in town. He just got a new place,” he says. “The bastard invited me over for dinner. You want to go?”
“Me?” I laugh, thinking he’s joking, but when he doesn’t smile, I realize he’s completely serious. “I couldn’t do that, Soren. We barely even know each other.”
He walks up the steps and stands in front of me. “I know exactly how you cum, Emma. I know which way your toes curl, how you ride a man, and just how loud you scream.” His voice is deep, gruff, and serious. “Trust me, we know each other enough.”
I gulp down, remembering the way his hands felt around my waist. The heat of his body warming up mine, his cock inside me, his powerful thrust… I remember it all and I suddenly turn very red. “Okay.” I shake a little and blink my eyes uncontrollably. “I guess I can go.”
“You sure?” he asks me. Why fucking not? I mean, how fucked up can his family be? I start to wonder if they’re like some backwoods hillbilly types, or a family of criminals. What could his brother have possibly done to create such a falling out, that even my boss is afraid of them?
“Sure, but you’ll owe me one,” I say.
“Whatever you want,” he says. For a second, I want him to reach out and touch me. I want to feel his hand curl in between my legs. I want to tighten my thighs around his fingers. I want him to fuck me in the middle of the day, outside, right here.
“And there better be some booze,” I tell him.
“There will be booze,” he laughs. “You think I’d go without any?”
“Alright,” I tell him.
“It’s a date.” He winks and begins to walk away.
