“Capelli?” Jaxon asks. “Didn't he kick the bucket?”
“About two months after you were arrested. I was going to the library to study when I heard Dad and Francino talking inside, so I stopped, and started to listen. I don't know the details, but Francino tried threatening my father...”
I tell Jaxon about how I heard my father brag about swindling Whitechapel from his family, then having them killed. Dad threatened he’d do the same to Francino. I look over at Jaxon. “Don't you see? I was still reeling. I didn't know who to trust. Mom obviously knew about it, the lies she told me about Dad were too clean. And my father... I was scared!”
“So when he called the cops on me...”
“He knew who you were,” I admit, sighing. “I'd seen you walk up, then you stopped next to Dad's new Lotus. I was going to go outside when Dad grabbed my arm. 'I won't let my daughter be with that piece of shit,' he growled while he was shaking me. 'He's a loser, and you won't be with any loser!' Then he got on the phone, and the cops came. I... I was scared, Jaxon. I was terrified.”
“So that's why you want to get away?” Jaxon asks, and I nod. Jaxon stares at me from his bed, then lifts his blanket, inviting me over. I slide in next to him and he takes me in his arms, kissing me tenderly on the lips. I explore the muscles of his back, tears coming to my eyes as he kisses down my throat, lifting my shirt up and helping me remove it.
“Jaxon... please love...”
Jaxon stops, pushing me back into the mattress, staring into my eyes in shock, not quite sure if he’s ready to let go of his pain. I reach up, putting my hand on his heart, and say the most important thing I need to say.
“Even if you hate me, even if you don't love me... I still love you. So take me, Jaxon. Take what you want from me. It's better than not having you at all.”
Jaxon's eyes soften and his mouth works for a moment before he kisses me again, moving down my body and tasting my left nipple, biting me, just on that edge where pain and pleasure meet, keeping me there while his eyes study me intently. I don't reject him, but instead wrap my legs around him, stroking his hair as he clamps just a little harder and the pain takes over. I try to hold it back but instead I whimper, and I don't pull back. I take his pain and return it with the love I feel for him.
Jaxon lets go of my breast and kisses me again, rolling with me so that I'm on top of him now, straddling his waist as I kiss him from the very depths of my soul. Jaxon's hands stroke my body, at first roughly before softening, tender and strong at the same time. I sit up, sliding down his body to help him with getting his jeans and underpants off, his cock sticking straight up while I quickly shed my panties before remounting him, feeling his cock rub against my clit as I wiggle back and forth, both of us humming at the pleasure.
He reaches up, putting his hand over my heart as his eyes ask their silent question, and I nod, clamping my hand over his. “Let's make this moment last forever.”
I lift my hips and position the head of his cock at my entrance, sinking down slowly, relishing the feeling. I don't stop, after so many times over the past day and some change my body can accept him without a single whisper of pain inside me. Instead, I keep going until he's all the way inside me, and my body is filled with his long, perfect shaft.
I ride him slowly, searing each breath and heartbeat into my brain, scared that this is the last time. Scared that things are going to go wrong, that Jaxon's going to end up dead somehow, maybe with me next to him. But I won't abandon him. I start to cry, and looking down at Jaxon, I think he's on the edge, too.
My hips move on their own, rolling and letting his cock move in and out of me sensually, electric excitement blending with the pain and fear of the whole experience. Jaxon starts lifting his hips, thrusting into me while I bounce my ass up and down on the thick, fleshy pole splitting me open. I lean forward to let my hips move more easily and kiss him, moaning “I love you” into his mouth even as the first wave sweeps over me and I come, my pussy tightening before the tears start flowing.
We keep going, tears and moans blending, his cock thrusting over and over into my pussy. His arms hold me tight as he moves faster and faster. I lose myself in the feelings, sobbing in pleasure and fear as Jaxon's cock swells and he explodes deep inside me, his arms tightening and holding me close as the blackness of sleep carries me away.
Chapter 9
Jaxon
I glance at the clock when we wake up and see that it's already ten thirty. It's not all that surprising, we were up late last night going at it. It wasn't just sex either, or whatever my brain was telling me at first. I know it was more. The question I ask myself as I get out of bed and take a shower is... how much more?
It's all well and good for Mandy to say she loves me, that she wants to stay with me. And I'll admit, the words rocked me to the very depths of my soul. But what does that even mean? Do those three words replace the hell that I've lived since my arrest or even before that?
Getting out of the shower, I go into the room, where I see Mandy sitting on the bed, two tiny little saucers from the coffee maker in front of her. “Happy Birthday, Jaxon.”
“What's this?” I ask, sitting down and seeing the divided package of Hostess Cupcakes. “A birthday cake?”
“Birthday cupcakes,” Mandy corrects me, shrugging. “I saw the vending machine in the hallway, and I didn't want you to go the whole day without having some cake. I know it's silly, and there's no candles, but…”
“Thank you,” I say interrupting, chuckling. “I’d forgotten about it ever since all this shit started happening.”
“What’s the plan?” Mandy asks as we pick up our cupcakes, toast, and take bites. It's sickeningly sweet, the chocolate is half plastic, and the cream inside tastes like monkey spunk... in other words, it's a standard delicious Hostess Cupcake, and I grin as I take a moment to peel off the rest of the frosting after my first bite.
I shake my head, finishing half my cupcake in a single bite. “I'm kinda making this shit up as I go now. I had a plan, but that was before. From when you opened your eyes on that desk, I've been barely thinking more than two or three hours ahead of what's going on now.”
“You're not the only one,” Mandy says. “So what's your plan?”
I look at her, seeing the sick resignation on her face. She thinks that no matter what, that her father's too powerful, that he's never going to let this go. And the truth of the matter is... she's right. If I even got out of the city alive with or without Mandy, Henry Johnson would never let someone who got away with ten million dollars of his own money walk.
And... “Fuck it. There won't be a handoff.”
“What?” Mandy asks, her jade green eyes almost clearing. “What about the money?”
I take a deep breath and shake my head. “We never got around to it, but I never threatened your father with ransom. Even that first night, I knew you were more important than money. So... I threatened him with this.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out the USB drive, handing it to Mandy, who looks at it questioningly. “What is it?”
“It was in the smaller safe, I think your father had it because he wanted an insurance policy. On it there's enough shit to send your father and at least a dozen other men to jail, possibly for life. E-mails, a few pictures of him with important people in compromising situations, a lot more. So when I called him, I told him that I'd sell the stick back to him. I never mentioned you. I didn't want to involve you.”
Mandy gulps, then nods, handing me back the stick. I set it on the bed between us, where it rests like an explosive blue sapphire. “So... why not sell it to him?”
“Because I have what I need,” I say, getting to my knees on the bed and looking at her. “I don't know how, I don't know where, but we can make it. You were a Christmas miracle who, just after midnight this morning, gave me the greatest birthday gift I could ever ask for. You took away my anger. You made it disappear because you love me. And Mandy, I love you, too. So there won't be any h
andoff. Go away with me. Let's just get on my shitty Yamaha and go. Where we end up, we end up. Wherever it is, I'll be happy because I'll have you. And you're more precious than any amount of money.”
Mandy gulps again, then reaches across the gap between us, taking my hand. “Yes, Jaxon. I'll go with you. But we don't have to go empty-handed. And there's something else I want, too.”
“What's that?” I ask.
Mandy goes over to her bag and pulls out her wallet, taking out a credit card, grinning. I've heard of these, but holding the thin titanium card, I'm shocked. “Amex Business Black?”
“With a million dollar daily withdrawal limit,” Mandy says. “You gotta do it at certain main branches of the banks, but New York isn't that far from here, and it's a safe town.”
“New York, huh?” I ask, thinking. I pick up the USB stick, smiling. “I've never been to the Big Apple. I could make a short stop there. You know, the New York Times and CNN both have offices there. How about we drop this off after we make a stop at the bank? I've got you, and with this I can get the next most important thing.”
Mandy nods, folding my fingers over the stick and clasping her hands around mine. “Justice. Happy Birthday, Jaxon.”
She surges into my arms, kissing me hard before she pulls back, grinning. “Come on, we've got miles to burn on the road. Oh, and I want a late Christmas gift.”
“What's that?”
She tosses her silver oak hair over her shoulder, giving me a saucy smile. “A tattoo. I want us to match.”
I laugh, getting off the bed to grab my backpack. “God I love you.”
The End.
Playing for Keeps
by Lauren Landish
Chapter 1
Cassie
I turn left and right in the mirror, checking my reflection for any stray strings or blemishes on my skin. I've got on a dark blue cheerleading skirt with hot pink panels in the pleats, along with a matching bra top. I'm proud to say I didn't need more than a push-up padded bra to help me fill out the top completely, and it's easy to read the text on my top. San Romero Knights is printed in yellow and white on the top stretched tight across my breasts. My eyes drift back down to my skirt, which is short, ridiculously so, but then again Lollipop Chainsaw was a pretty silly fucking game. Hot though, and with my red pleather belt wrapped low on my hips, I feel sexy--a lot sexier than I do in my normal day-to-day wear of jeans and t-shirts.
“Whoo... someone is on the hunt for cock tonight!” my friend Amy jokes from her bed as she pulls on her thigh-high stockings. She's a year ahead of me at school, so she's got a place off-campus, but the minor age difference hasn't stopped us from being good friends. It's warm in her room, but this is Baton Rouge, and it's always warm in October. I can't imagine people dressing up like this for Halloween in New York or anything though. “Please tell me you're at least wearing some panties underneath that thing?”
I turn around and lift my skirt, showing off my blood-red thong, laughing a little. “This counts, right?”
Amy, who's going to the Halloween party as a naughty nurse, whistles. “You're so going to get yourself arrested if you wear that outside the party. Damn, those workouts you've been doing have been paying off, get me three drinks and you'll have to fight me off, too!” she jokes.
“Thanks, but my costume isn't quite perfect,” I say with a shake of my head, dropping my skirt and sitting down on Amy's chair. I insisted that I change her at her place since there's no way in hell I'd even think of putting on this costume anywhere near the dorms. I wouldn't get out alive. “I couldn't find the right socks to go with it.”
“What are you going on about?” Amy says, finishing pulling up her thigh highs before getting off her bed and undoing the belt on her bathrobe. We're both getting dressed for a Halloween party thrown by two brothers that are professors at our school in a mansion on the outskirts of Baton Rouge. The professors are famous for a couple of things. First, they're rich as hell, the kind of old money rich that includes a giant plantation house. Second, they're mysterious, with a sort of dark and sexy aura that's gotten more than a few students' panties wet. The pair are an enigma, with more rumors flying around campus about them than most people. Some of them are pretty outlandish, like the rumor they've been teaching at various schools around Baton Rouge since the fifties, even though they only looks like they're thirty. The third thing about the Hendersons though is that they host the best and sexiest Halloween party in all of Baton Rouge every year. They only invite a certain number of people, and the stories that come out of their party make it the social event of Halloween for people under twenty-five in Baton Rouge. I wanted to go last year, but the party's open by invitation only. It's a good rule. I was massively surprised when I got an invitation along with Amy. The selection system the Hendersons use for their invites is clouded in mystery, but regardless, being given an invitation is a huge social boost to everyone who gets one of the cream and black envelopes with gold accents. Whatever the reason for my selection, it's my first time attending, and I want my costume to be fucking perfect. And mine isn't.
“I mean, the thigh highs are supposed to say 'San Romero Knights' on them,” I half-whine, pulling out the stockings I found. “These are just plain white.”
“Oh, boohoo,” Amy jokes, taking out the white nurse's uniform she's wearing. It's a parody of every nurse uniform ever made, with a low V-neck top that leaves her double D chest practically spilling out, which is exactly what she wanted. “Come on, Cassie. You're not going to one of your nerd conventions, you're going to a Halloween party to dance, drink, get fucked up and find a thick, juicy cock to suck and fuck. You know, I've heard that the older Professor Henderson's got a ten-inch cock? And on Halloween, he's willing to bend the rules for special kinds of students? Mmm... I'm wet just thinking about it.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “You're a total slut, you know that?”
“I know, and Halloween is like Slut Christmas!” Amy teases, pulling the costume up her legs. In addition to her massive breasts, she's what a lot of guys around here call 'thick,' but still has a relatively small waist. She jokes that her meatbomb is ticking, but until it goes off, she's just going to enjoy what she can. It doesn't really matter to me though, I'm just glad I found a friend as bubbly and popular as her. She's helped me feel welcome at LSU from day one.
“I figured Valentine's was more your day,” I reply, watching as she somehow makes a dress that appeared no wider than my wrist mold itself to every curve of her body, leaving nothing to the imagination at all. “You know, all the talk of love and all.”
“Love? Please!” Amy taunts, shaking her head. “Valentine's is totally not for people like me. Around Valentine's, men either want that one girl, or they go solo. And I'm not the type guys want for that one girl. Not that I'd be opposed to it if the right guy showed up, but so far, no dice. No... for me, Halloween's the thing. Dress up, play naughty, and get even naughtier!”
“So you really plan on getting nailed tonight?” I ask, pulling my stockings on. They stop a good four inches below the hem of my skirt, that's how short the skirt is, but it just adds to how sexy I feel as I pull on my red leg warmers and the white cheerleading shoes that complete my outfit. Now I style my hair into twin ponytails pulled high and fixed with pink and blue scrunchies. So now all that's left is makeup, and of course a lollipop as a prop. I'd bring the chainsaw, but with everything going on tonight I'd probably just forget the fucking thing somewhere, so no use in wasting that. Cassie's right, I'd like to wear this to a Comic-Con, too. But with proper bloomers under the skirt, I'm not planning on getting groped by some neckbeard Han Solo.
“Here's a hint, Cassie, since you spent so many years obsessed with him,” Amy says, smoothing her dress over her ass. I've told her about him plenty of times, much to her endless amusement. She gives good advice though, most of the time. “If you go into the situation expecting and planning to have sex, you have a lot more control than if you just let yourself get swe
pt away by some hot guy's charm. So yeah, I plan on going in there, finding someone who gets my pussy wet and aching, and then I'm going to fuck his brains out. That way, I'm going to be in control. No regrets, and no worries about waking up in the morning unhappy. I already took a Plan B just in case I get so drunk I forget the condom I've got in my bra. I cover all my bases.”
I nod, chewing my lip as I look at myself in the mirror again. Damn, I do look hot. I was bitching earlier about not having a completely accurate costume, but this is something that can't be helped. I can't go without my glasses since I can barely see myself in the mirror as it is, and I have to drive out to the mansion. I pick them up off Amy's dresser and slip them on, checking myself out one more time. I've been told the large black frames look quirky on my face, but I like them, and I can't wear contacts. “I guess. And yeah, I'd like a happy ending, too.”
“A happy ending with someone random... or him?” Amy asks again, pulling out her eye makeup. I watch as she expertly creates a dark, smoky eye look, and if there's any night meant for dramatic makeup, it's Halloween. “You know, I heard he got an invitation to the party as well.”
“Okay, okay... your point is?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “He's getting some playing time now, you know.”
Amy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I've been at the games sitting right next to you as you break fucking eardrums cheering for him. Does Jake Axton even know who you are?”
I shrug, uncomfortable with the subject. It makes me feel like the sad, sorry girl I was back in high school, not the young woman I feel like these days. “We went to high school together. We weren't in the same classes, but it was one of those types of schools where everyone knew pretty much everyone else by face. Besides, we do take English Lit together now.”
“Yeah, but now that we're at LSU, has he even said anything to you? English Lit is one of those mass herd classes with a hundred people in a lecture hall, nobody giving a shit. Henderson's the only English professor who doesn't pawn that class off on one of his graduate assistants. And I know one thing about the football players, the two things they major in are football and pussy. Especially when you look like Jake Axton. No offense, you and I are best friends, but I don't think I'd pass on fucking him if it ever came up. How a man can run that well while filling out the crotch of his pants the way he does is just inhuman.”
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