by Penny Wylder
“I think you're mistaking me for a girl who grew up locked in a tower.”
“Well then, maybe you can show me a thing or two?” Brand pulls the car out onto the road. “I know just the place.”
Brand drives us to the edge of town and pulls into a big empty lot off of Lone Tree Way. The engine rumbles loudly, making my ribs vibrate as he slowly drives the car to the far end of the lot.
“Get ready for this,” he says. Brand puts both hands on the wheel, opening and closing his fingers a few times as if to get a more secure grip. His eyes are set straight out the windshield.
He presses the gas a couple times, making the engine roar like a lion warning a poacher to stay away. The front-end rocks side to side as if the tires are digging into the pavement. Brand leans back, slamming his foot on the gas.
The car jumps forward, and my head gets thrown back. I can't pull my head off the headrest. There's too much force from the power of the engine. He drives straight, his hands clenching the wheel and his arms locked.
“Whoooo!” he yells with a giant smile on his face.
He goes about halfway in the lot before letting up on the gas. He moves the clutch into neutral, letting the car idle.
“Well? How was that?” he asks.
“It was okay.”
“Okay? Just okay? Didn't you feel the torque? Couldn't you feel it all the way to your bones?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You think you can do better?” he asks, arching a single brow high. “Here, switch spots with me. I don't think you can appreciate it until you're wielding the power yourself.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Really, come on, just give it a try.”
I purse my lips thinking about. “Okay, I'll try it.”
Brand gets out of the seat and walks to my door. I hop in the driver's seat and buckle myself in. He smirks as he shuts the door, letting his hands rest on his lap.
“Aren't you going to put your seat belt on?”
“I'm good. I trust you.”
“I'd feel better if you put it on, just in case.”
“Fine, if it'll make you feel better.” Brand reaches back and pulls the belt across his chest. “It's not like we're going to hit anything out here.”
“I know, but shit happens.”
“You know how to use the clut—”
Throwing it into first, I let up on the clutch and slam the gas. Brand's head jerks back and he grabs the handle on the door. I drive us straight, shifting to second and then third. Yanking the wheel, the car skids across the pavement, spinning completely around. I down shift, yanking the wheel again and hitting the gas to spin us in the opposite direction.
Brand has a look of complete shock on his face. His knuckles are white and he's grabbing the handle with both hands now as his body gets thrown against the door. I can't stop myself from smiling.
I let the car drift a little, then straighten the wheel, and slow us to a stop. My eyes turn to Brand and he's staring at me.
“What?” I ask with a smirk.
“That is the hottest thing I've ever seen.” He's sweating lightly. There's a thin sheen across his forehead and right at the edge of his hairline. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“John Woods.”
“Get the hell out of here? That old bastard taught you to do that?”
“He sure did.” I point at my seat. “You want it back?”
“I'm not sure I do now. I don't know if I deserve to sit in that seat anymore after that. You just put me to shame.” Brand chuckles as his eyes flicker around my face.
He licks his lips, stretching flat palms down the tops of his legs and adjusting in the seat. His eyes finally come to settle on mine. There's something about the way he's looking at me that sets me on fire.
My breathing kicks harder, and my heart is beating fast. I can hear the blood rushing through my body. It whooshes through my ears like flowing water.
Everything after this moment, after my surging blood silenced the rest of the world, happens so fast. We both throw ourselves forward into a kiss. Brand's hands cup the sides of my face, and my arms curl around his neck.
Our lips crash together. I can taste the saltiness of his skin, and the faint flavor of coffee. His lips are hot as fire. The tips of his fingers rake across the back of my neck and up into my hair.
His tongue slips inside my mouth, licking across my tongue. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and drags the sharp edges of his teeth across it until my lip breaks free. We're staring at each other again, both of us breathing heavy.
“We should probably get back,” he says.
“Probably,” I answer, breathy and labored.
We don't break eye contact. Brand licks his lips again, letting one hand slip down over my shoulder. He moves slowly, carefully, watching me and searching for any resistance. His fingertips flutter down and around, across my collarbone and then down between my breasts.
My skin bristles and my stomach clenches as he tickles his way down over my belly. They hit the edge of my shorts, tracing the seam back and forth. His other hand is still in my hair, massaging my scalp.
He moves lower, until he's curling his fingers under the edge of my shorts. I grab his hand, and squeeze.
“Brand. . .” My mind whirls and twirls as the tip of his finger brushes my panties.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head no. I'm a virgin. I've had boyfriends over the years, I can't claim absolute purity, but I've never been this wet before. This man is doing things to me no boy in the past ever has.
I answer his question by spreading my legs wider. Brand grins, manipulating my head and leaning it toward the window as his he pinches the lace trim of my panties and pulls them out of the way.
He kisses the side of my throat, exhaling between each kiss and sending a wave of warm air across my skin. With such tenderness, he softly runs his finger up and down the center of my pussy.
It's like he knows I'm nervous and inexperienced, so he's taking his time and being gentle. His finger presses between the folds, gliding up and circling my clit. My thighs tremble and my stomach quakes.
I can every muscle, tendon, nerve, all of it turning from a single hot spark into a burning inferno. The heat spreads outward like a spark in dry tinder. Down my legs, up over my chest and around my ribs, moving so fast my cheeks burn.
My toes curl as he brushes my clit, then slips his finger in my entrance. His thumb finds my swollen button and rubs faster and faster as he fucks me with his finger. I'm soaking wet, and so close to coming. I can't keep my eyes open.
I start to moan, biting my lip and holding my breath. The orgasm surges through me, bursting me at the seams. I melt into the seat, my legs numb, my arms limp, and my heart going a mile a minute.
“I take it back,” Brand says as he pulls his hand out of my shorts.
“Take what back?” I ask as I blink my eyes open and roll my head in his direction.
“That your driving was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I was wrong. This, right here and now, the way you look, the blush in your cheeks and the glaze over your eyes is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
“You really know how to work a woman, don't you?”
“I'm not working you. I'm just being honest.” Brand licks his fingers, groaning with delight. “Mm, and you taste amazing.”
“Well, now it's my turn.”
“Your turn?” he asks confused.
“Yeah, my turn.” I grab his dick in his pants. His hips jerk, and his cock jumps. “It's not fair for this to be a one-way thing.” Twisting in my seat, my hand traces his length. “Lay back, I want to taste you now.”
Brand doesn't object. He leans back in the seat and scoots his hips forward slightly. I unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. My hand shakes gently as I reach inside and grab his cock.
He's thick, firm, and so wide my fingertips barely touch. M
y eyes widen as I pull his dick out of his pants. His tip is red, swollen and has a drop of precum resting at the crest. I squeeze his girth, feeling the intense throb of the vein running down the underside.
Brand groans, dropping his head back and closing his eyes as I stroke down. I lick my lips as I lean over, eager to taste that single drop. I flick his engorged head, lapping up the arousal seeping from his tip.
He moans softly, pushing his fingers deep into my hair and grabbing at the roots. Tugging gently, the tips of his fingers rake against my scalp, sending chills down my spine. I can feel every goosebump prickle up on my skin, rippling like waves in a storm.
I open my mouth wide, and flatten my tongue, sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. His tip hits the back of my throat, making me jerk my head and pull back to the ridge of his crown.
My palm follows my mouth, riding his length up and then moving back down. My cheeks hollow as I suck him harder, faster, and tighter with my lips. Brand's fingers curl tighter in my hair as his hips jump.
“Yeah, mmm,” he moans, moving his hips in tandem with my mouth.
I pull back and so does he. I drive down and so does he. He's fucking my mouth, and enjoying every second of it. His cock is slick, my palm slippery and wet. Between the silence and Brand's heavy breaths, I can hear my heart pounding.
His fingers open and close in my hair, twining and clenching, making my scalp burn. The sensation spills down my neck, and trickles over my shoulders. My stomach swirls, and my pussy clenches and beats with memory shadows of the orgasm he gave me.
“Mmm,” I moan, my lips slurping up his cock and riding the rigid muscle back down.
His full and thick mane at the base of his cock tickles the edges of my mouth. I can feel his dick harden as his legs go stiff and his fingers tear and rip at my hair.
Brand lets out a deep, throaty groan. His cock jerks, filling my mouth with warm cum. It's velvet smooth against my tongue with a salty flavor. I swallow, drinking him down in one gulp.
He exhales slowly, releasing my head. I sit up straight and wipe the corners of my lips. “There, now we're even.”
“I'd say we are.” He opens his eyes wide. “That was fucking hot.”
“It really was.” My eyes drift to the sun in the sky. “We should probably head back now before it gets too late.”
“Yeah, I'd hate for your father to think his two girls have gone missing.”
“You can drive back. My father doesn't let me or my brother drive any of his cars. You might think they were his kids and not us.”
Brand chuckles as he climbs out of the car. I get out of the front and walk around to the passenger side. He holds the door open for me and closes it once I'm inside.
“This was fun,” he says as he starts the car back up.
“It was,” I agree, giving him a smile. I can still feel the heat in my cheeks and my skin is still buzzing. “I'm going to be wearing this smile all day long.”
“You and me both.” Brand pulls back onto the road and drives me home.
No one is back yet, which is perfect.
We part ways. Brand watches me until I get inside, then goes back to work.
He's still smiling. I'm still smiling.
And this feeling, this feeling is something I never want to go away.
But good things always come to an end. . .
4
Brand
“You sure you'll be able to handle it?” Mr. Klein asks.
He's leaning against his overpriced, gas guzzling SUV. He's spinning his keys around one finger and looking down at his phone. His hair is slicked back tight against his scalp, and he's wearing a dark blue button-up with light gray dress pants.
The man looks like he's going to an business meeting rather than away for the weekend to a car show. The big bulky watch on his wrist blasts a beam of sun right in my eyes. I blink away the blindness.
“I can handle her just fine, Mr. Klein.”
He jerks his head up and pulls his sunglasses down away from his eyes. “Her? You're still on that? It's just a car, Brand.”
He really doesn't get it. Wilson Klein isn't a true car guy. That statement is proof.
“Either way, sir, I'll be just fine.”
“And we don't have to worry about the engine? You're sure you fixed it?”
“Absolutely, she's good as new, maybe even better.” I slap the hood lightly. “I’ll put my stuff in back if that's all right?”
“Yeah, that's fine. We're full anyway with all the kids’ crap.”
“Crap?” Kelsie's little brother Seth snaps. “It's not crap, and I'm not a kid anymore, Dad, I'm seventeen. When are you going to get that through your head?”
“I'll get it through my head when you finally stop whining about school and acting like a man and not a boy. Don't think I don't know about your late night video games and immature stunts with your friends.”
Seth grumbles something under his breath, but I can't make out what he says. He throws a suitcase in the back, then hoists his backpack over his shoulder and climbs into the back seat of the SUV, slamming the door shut.
Mrs. Klein comes out of the house, rolling her suitcase behind her. The woman is dressed like she's going to a church service. A pair of pleated white pants, a purple blouse with small daisies that decorate the collar, and a pair of purple heels to match to finish her look. Her hair is cut short into a bob that's high in the back and rides down to her jawline.
I've never seen anything like this. Every car show or race I've ever been to, everyone is either wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with dirt stains and grease splats, or bikini tops and shorts that barely hide their asses. But this, this is all new to me. It's like glamping, but without sleeping in the woods at all. There won't be a fire at night or marshmallows. We're heading to a luxury hotel, where room service and tiny liquor bottles in small fridges are endless.
Kelsie is behind her mother, her suitcase in hand. She's in a thigh high yellow sundress with spaghetti straps and a big white belt around her waist. She has thong sandals on her feet and her hair is pulled up into a messy bun.
She looks beautiful as always.
Our eyes connect and we both smile. I can see it in her eyes. The memory of two days ago, the unbridled lust we let overtake us and how great it felt. She bites her bottom lip, smiling coyly. We're sharing the same moment, the same memory, the same feelings.
My blood runs hot, and my heart starts to hammer. I can feel her lips around my cock again, and how warm and wet her mouth was. The way her tongue slipped over and around my length, and how her cheeks went concave as she sucked hard.
She bats her lashes, then quickly darts her eyes away. Waving her hand toward her face, she fans herself as if she's trying to cool down. Her lips form a perfect O as she exhales and stops at the back of her father's car.
“What the hell did you pack? The entire closet? For Christ’s sake, Claudette, it's not like we're going to be gone for weeks.”
“I like to have options, you know that. I never know exactly what I'm going to want to wear until that morning.”
“It's two days,” he says, his voice dry and annoyed.
I can see they've had this argument before. Probably dozens of times over the years.
Mrs. Klein rolls her eyes and fans a limp hand. “Just put it in the car, Wilson, I'm done with this conversation.” She turns on the sharp edges of her heels, walking in my direction. “Kelsie, come here please,” she says.
Kelsie follows a couple steps behind her mother. Mrs. Klein pushes her sunglasses up on her head and peers at me like I'm beneath her. Her lids are lowered slightly, and one brow is arched high. Her nose is turned up a hair, hands hanging in the air, arms bent at her waist. This is the look of an elite. Of a person with money. Of a person who doesn't do a thing for themselves anymore.
“Brand, I'm going to give you Kelsie's cell phone number in case you get lost and try to reach us but can't. Sometimes my phone dies, and Wilson tends to
not hear his phone at times. I just don't want there to be any issues this weekend.”
You know, because men like you can't find their own assholes. . . Google maps only exists on rich people's phones.
That's what she's really thinking. Her unspoken words are clear in her eyes and tone.
“Sure, that sounds good.”
I don't really care why she’s giving me her daughter's number. I'm just excited to get it.
“You want mine, too, Kelsie?” I ask, giving her a knowing smile. “Just in case you all get lost, you can text me.”
Kelsie blushes with a cute smile. She doesn't say yes or no, she simply glances away.
“That won't be necessary,” Claudette answers for her. “This is for emergencies only. Once this all over, you can delete it. Kelsie, keep an eye on your phone in case your father isn't paying attention while he’s driving. You know how he gets.” Kelsie nods in agreement, twisting her toe into the pavement.
“Of course. Emergency only. And I'll erase it after this weekend,” I lie. I don't plan on deleting Kelsie's number, nor do I plan on letting this weekend go to waste. I'm going to get her alone. That, I know for sure. I'll find a way.
Mrs. Klein gives me Kelsie's number and I plug it into my phone. “All right, we should get on the road. I hate the afternoon rush. It gives me a headache.”
“Um, Mrs. Klein,” I say, holding out my hand to stop her from leaving. “If Kelsie knows the way, she could just ride with me. I don't mind at all.”
Her mother looks between us, then casually brushes me off. “No, it's fine. She'll ride with us.”
As she walks away, Kelsie turns to me and mouths, Nice try.
It was worth a shot. In my head it makes perfect sense. Why give me Kelsie's number when she can be right beside me instead?
I watch Kelsie climb in the SUV. She gives me one last longing look over her shoulder. The sun catches her face perfectly. Her eyes sparkling, skin glowing, and the blond highlights in her hair look like pure gold.
She looks like a girl on the cover of a magazine. Perfect skin, bright eyes, silky hair, and a body I could ride for days. Then she's gone, but I'm still staring at the empty spot she was just standing in.
