Shocked, Matt reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. He raced to where Graham was scuffling with Brent’s buddies, and fired the weapon up into the sky. Shocked everyone froze.
“Whoa,” Brent said, letting me go. He held up his hands and smiled. “Take it easy, man. No need to bring in guns.”
Ignoring him, Matt asked Graham if he was okay.
Graham, whose eye was beginning to swell, nodded and then took a swing at the assailant on his left. He must have connected hard, because the man dropped like a ton of bricks. Graham twisted to take a shot at the other guy, but the man was already running away.
Scowling, Graham spit out a wad of blood. “Fucking pussy,” he said and turned his sights on Brent.
“Dude, this was a mistake. I’m sorry,” Brent said, holding up his hands in defense as Graham approached him.
In answer, Graham pulled him by the jacket and slammed his forehead into Brent’s. Shocked, I watched him fall down, unconscious.
“What in the hell was going on out here?” Tim asked, putting his gun away.
“They just jumped us. No reason other than her ex is a dickhead,” Graham said, walking over to me. He put his arm around my shoulders affectionately. “Are you okay?”
I was shaking like a leaf, but okay. I nodded.
He pulled me in gently for a hug and I heard him groan in pain.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, staring up at Graham’s face. He was definitely getting a shiner.
“It’s not your fault,” he said, wincing as I tried touching his face.
“I know but, I’m still sorry,” I replied softly. “We need to get that iced.”
Graham bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. He blotted the cold powder onto his face. “There. Good as new.”
I snorted.
“Do either of you want me to call the police?” Matt asked.
“No. Honestly, I just want to get the fuck out of here,” Graham replied. “By the way, what’s with the gun?”
“I have my Carry-And-Conceal,” he said.
I sighed. “Thank God, for that.”
“We should all get out of here before those two come around,” Matt said as his wife approached cautiously. He introduced us and then Graham thanked him for helping.
“No problem. I’m just glad I came out here when I did. It looks like he was going to try and kidnap Chloe.”
Graham looked at me and smiled. “My girl? Over my dead body.”
I looked at him in surprise.
His eyes twinkled.
Chapter 39
Graham
AFTER MATT AND his wife left, Chloe and I got back into my truck. Sitting wasn’t the most pleasurable experience either. My ribs were sore from getting tag-teamed.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, studying my face again with concern.
“I’ll be fine. It’s just a black eye.”
“What about your chest and ribs? You gasped a little when you were hugging me.”
“They’re bruised but okay.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure? I should take a look at you and make sure there aren’t any internal injuries.”
“I’m totally fine. They hit me mostly in the face. I’ve been in worse fights before, Chloe.”
The look she gave me told me that she believed it.
Noticing Brent getting back up, I started the engine. “Let’s just go. I’d like to pound him a new asshole, but I’m not spending another Christmas in jail.”
Her eyes softened. “I don’t want you to either.”
Thinking back to our earlier fight, I sighed. “Are you still angry with me?”
“Damn right I am,” she admitted. “I mean, I still can’t believe you thought-”
Before she could finish her sentence, I leaned forward and kissed her. Fortunately, she didn’t resist and opened her mouth to me. I slid my tongue inside, wanting to taste every inch of her. Finding out that Chloe hadn’t been with Cleaner was both a relief and a wild aphrodisiac. As much pain as I was in, I still wanted her now more than anything… and planned to.
Regretfully, I pulled away so we could get out of there.
“I still think we should get you checked out,” she said, checking her hair in the mirror. I remembered Brent pulling her by it in the parking lot. It had pissed the hell out of me. It was beautiful. Almost like spun gold. Even now I itched to run my fingers through it, but knew she might be in pain.
“I’m fine. How’s your head? I wanted to kill him when he grabbed you by the hair.”
“I’m fine,” she said, putting the visor back up. “It hurt, but not anymore.”
I reached over and touched it gently. “Good. The only man that should be pulling you by the hair is me,” I said, now running my finger down her cheek. “When I’m inside of you.”
Chloe’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned a rosy color. I could tell by the look on her face that I’d said something she liked.
“So, what are you waiting for?” she asked, smiling slowly.
Talk about instant wood.
“Yeah, what am I waiting for?” I turned my eyes back onto the road and decided that come hell or high water, I wasn’t going to let that invitation slide.
Chapter 40
Chloe
I WANTED GRAHAM so badly and it was frustrating because the road conditions were still horrible and we were out in the middle of nowhere. Plus, I didn’t know how much pain he was really in and didn’t want to hurt him.
“Maybe we should wait until you’re not so sore,” I suggested.
“It’s going to hurt more if I have to wait,” he replied with a devilish smile. “Believe me.”
I smiled back. “Maybe we should find a motel?”
“I love that idea, but I don’t think there are any for several miles.”
“Damn,” I pouted, biting my lower lip.
He reached over and ran a hand over my thigh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll find us something.”
His touch sent shivers up and down my leg. Yes, I was still angry at him for thinking that I’d had sex with Cleaner, but I was willing to forgive him. After all, I knew he’d been cheated on the previous year and probably had some major trust issues.
After a couple more strokes of his hand on my thigh, he moved it away. “Fuck, I need you naked. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. How do you feel about back roads?”
“Depends on if you’re talking about mine?” I replied, grinning evilly.
“God, woman… you really are naughtier than you look. I think Santa is going to have to teach you a lesson,” he said, adjusting himself while looking at me with wild, hungry eyes.
Just thinking about the implications made the flesh between my legs spasm. “I’m going to hold you to it.”
He grinned.
After another half of a mile, Graham turned down a dirt road and we drove until something caught his eye. He slammed on the brakes, barely missing a large deer that hoped into our path. The SUV skidded and suddenly, we were stuck in a ditch.
“Dammit,” Graham said, putting the truck in reverse. He tried backing up, but it only made things worse.
“Did you try putting it into 4-Low?” I asked.
“Yes,” he snapped. “Of course.”
I scowled at him. “You don’t have to be so grouchy,”
“I’m not grouchy. I’m just frustrated.”
“Well, don’t take it out on me.”
Growling in the back of his throat, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the SUV.
“Fuck!” he hollered after noticing how bad things were on the outside of the truck.
I rolled down the window. “Should we call for help?”
“We can’t. My phone is dead. Remember?” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to have to walk up the road and see if there’s a house nearby with a phone.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said, rolling up the window.
He jumped back into th
e truck. “You’re not going anywhere. Just stay here where it’s warm and safe.”
“Safe?” I replied, looking outside and into the darkness. “I feel like we’re in the scene of a horror movie and as soon as you leave, I’m going to get murdered. Or, you’re going to get killed trying to find help. I’ll just sit here waiting and waiting and waiting for you.”
“You’ve been watching too many movies. I’ll be back,” he said, opening up the door again.
“I’m serious, Graham. I’m not staying here,” I said firmly.
He stared at me for a few seconds and then sighed. “Fine. Grab the flashlight from the glove compartment. Please.”
“Okay.”
It was cold and of course the snow was deep, making it hard to walk fast. Fortunately, there was an old farm house up the road. We walked up and onto the porch.
“This doesn’t look very promising,” I said, as he knocked on the door. The place actually looked deserted. The lights were out and there weren’t any vehicles parked outside. There was a large, old barn, but it was obviously rundown and empty. There was barely even a roof on it.
“Come on,” Graham muttered, shivering. All he had on was the Santa outfit and the T-shirt underneath. It certainly wasn’t warm enough to protect him very long from the elements. We needed to get him warm.
I reached out and knocked harder.
“I think you’re right. Nobody is home,” he said, trying the knob. To our surprise, it was open.
“Okay, this is creepy. Maybe we should think about this,” I said as he pushed the door open. This was definitely beginning to feel like a scary movie.
“I’m freezing my ass off. We’re just going to look for a phone, okay? So, I can call Tank.”
I nodded.
He stepped inside first. “Hello?! Anyone home?!”
Spotting a light switch, I tried turning on it on, but there was nothing.
“Well, that’s that,” he said, sighing. “The electricity isn’t working. There’s no furniture,” he said, staring into the dark living room. “Obviously, the owner of this place isn’t going to have a working phone either.”
“At least it’s warmer in here than out there.”
“That’s the only good thing.”
I let out a ragged sigh. “Let’s at least look around and see if there’s a landline. Maybe the phone company forgot to turn off the service here and we’ll find one somewhere?”
“Your cup is always half full, isn’t it?” he asked in amusement.
“Most of the time, yes. I try to stay positive,” I replied, walking across the wooden floor, the sound of my heels echoing loudly in the darkness.
“I guess that’s pretty commendable on your part,” he said. “Especially having dated an asshole like Brent.”
“Thanks.” I walked into the kitchen first and found that just like the rest of the house, it was empty.
“Anything?” he asked, coming up behind me.
I sighed. “No.”
“You know, I guess this isn’t so bad,” he murmured, sliding his arms around my waist. “We’re alone. It’s dry. And you’re so very… hot.”
He pushed my hair to the side and blazed a warm trail of his own down the side of my neck with his lips. Closing my eyes, I sighed in pleasure as his hand slid under my sweater, to my breasts. Squeezing them, he groaned his approval.
“Mm… Graham,” I whispered, tilting my head back. I could feel his cock pressing against my buttocks as he fondled my breasts. Finding the clasp on my bra, he opened it up and released them.
“I’m going to come just touching you,” he said, cupping my bare breasts. Finding my nipples, he squeezed and rolled the nubs between his fingers, creating delightful shockwaves down to my core.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Biting my earlobe he lowered his hand to my jeans and unbuttoned them again. “Let’s try this again,” he whispered, unzipping them.
Anticipating his touch, I froze as his fingers slid down the front of my panties and he touched my mound.
“Fuck,” he growled, finding my clit. “You’re so wet.”
Gasping in pleasure, I whimpered and moaned as he fingered me, one hand on my breast, the other down below, strumming. Within seconds, he brought me to orgasm.
“God, I’d love to just bend you over the counter and fuck this pretty wet pussy of yours,” he said, sticking his finger inside of me and then a second, moving in and out. “But, I think I want to see you come for me again first.”
Closing my eyes I began to moan again, wishing it was his cock inside of me. I began begging him for it.
“Patience.” Graham removed his hand and turned me around. Staring at me with hot, burning lust, he pulled off my sweater and pushed the bra away from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, grabbing both of my breasts in the palms of his hands. Lowering his warm mouth, he took one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, rolling and sucking the nubs, making love to my breasts until he decided he wanted more.
“Take off your pants,” he said, stepping back.
I took the boots off first and then the jeans, meanwhile watching him remove the Santa suit. Soon, he was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of black Jockeys. The moon shined through the kitchen window, over his muscular chest and arms. There didn’t seem to be much bruising, which was a relief. Just pure, male sexiness. If that wasn’t eye candy enough, the hard outline of his cock made my mouth water.
“Put your boots back on,” he ordered, his voice husky.
I did what he asked while he watched, fucking me with his eyes.
“Damn,” he said, after I zipped up my boots and stood up straight. He moved in front of me and grabbed a hold of my panties. “I like these, but there in the way,” he said, ripping them off of me.
Chapter 41
Graham
SHE WAS SO gorgeous and sexy, I could barely control myself. After ripping off her panties, I wanted to bury my cock deep inside of her tight pussy, but I wasn’t going to last. I wanted her to come again before I did. That was going to be challenging enough. Seeing her there, in all of her naked glory, was enough to drive a man insane. Round, heavy tits, a small waist, and a curvy ass that I wanted to sink my teeth into. And so help me, before the night was over, I would…
Picking her up by the waist, I set her down on the counter and pushed her legs apart. Seeing her naked, with nothing but her heeled boots on, was making my dick pulsate.
“Graham,” Chloe said, reaching toward my underwear. “Let me touch you. Please.”
“You’re going to have to wait,” I said slapping her fingers away. As much as I wanted to feel her hand wrapped around my woody, I had other plans.
“Maybe I should make you wait then,” she said, with a little grin.
I ran my hand over her breasts, down to her stomach, all the way to her mound, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
She shivered.
I stared at her rock-hard nipples. “I could take a picture of you and never stop looking at it,” I said, admiring her beauty. The light from the moon shimmered over her skin. I’d never seen anything so sexy or tempting in my life.
“Too bad your phone is dead. Maybe I’d let you take one. But, only if you let me see your cock.”
“Fine. Look but don’t touch,” I said, lowering my underwear. My angry, neglected cock sprang up, the tip moist with pre-cum.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, staring at it hungrily. “Fuck me, Graham.”
“Say that again,” I said, stroking it lightly.
Her eyes were half-closed as she stared at my cock. “Fuck me, Graham. I want to feel you inside of me.”
Wanting so many things myself, I leaned down, buried my face between her thighs and tasted her honey first.
Chapter 42
Chloe
I GASPED IN pleasure when he found my clit and began teasing it. Unlike Brent, the only other guy who’d given me oral sex,
Graham used the perfect amount of pressure, keeping it steady as he flicked back and forth with his tongue.
“Mm… Graham,” I whimpered.
He slid a finger in, and then two, rubbing my G-spot and creating a pressure from within while his tongue danced in other places. Moaning, I squirmed and pushed against his face.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered between licks. Wiggling his nose he growled. “Come for Graham.”
Arching my back, I screamed out his name as I exploded into a deep orgasm, one so powerful that it made me laugh and cry at the same time.
Graham kissed both of my inner thighs and then stood up. He held me against his chest, while I calmed down and pulled myself together.
“You okay?” he asked, running his fingers through my hair.
“Better than okay.”
“Good. Because we’re not done.” He released me and I hopped off of the counter.
“I should hope we’re not, Graham,” I said, reaching into his underwear. I grabbed his cock and he groaned in pleasure.
“I had no idea you were hiding this beast,” I teased, stroking around the tip.
Chuckling. Graham pushed my hand away again. “I’m not going to last, especially if you keep doing that,” he said, reaching for his wallet. He opened it up and pulled out a condom.
“Then, we’ll do it again,” I replied, watching as he tore open the package. “Wait.”
He looked at me.
I grabbed his cock again and wrapped my lips around it. He was big, which excited me even more. I couldn’t wait to feel him down below, but watching his face was erotically hypnotic.
Graham moaned as I sucked and stroked his shaft. His skin was smooth and salty from pre-cum, his cock, thick, hard, and demanding release. When the sensations of my tongue and mouth became too much for him, he pushed me away and slid the condom on.
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