by Voss, Deja
I hurriedly put my hands back in the position, as if he might not notice.
“I want to push you further than you’ve ever gone before, Molly. I know exactly what kind of woman you are, and I know exactly what you need, but you have to be a good girl and cooperate with me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper.
He slaps my ass again, this time a little harder, and I let out a moan. I feel so incredibly nasty knowing how much I love this sensation, this pain and humiliation.
“I knew you would like that.” He smiles. “Now, roll over for me, gorgeous.”
Tucker:
I don’t know where this is coming from, this need to control her body, to play with her mind, to completely dominate her. It’s something deep and primal, so much so that it almost makes me wonder about my past life before the accident.
Maybe it’s just her. Maybe there’s something about her wild and free spirit, her independence, that makes me want to prove to myself that I can overpower her. Take care of her. Give her what she doesn’t even know she needs. Lord knows I don’t have much else to offer. But Molly is perfect. I want to give her everything I possibly can and more. I want her to want me more than anyone before, whoever I may actually be.
Watching her there on all fours, her perfect round ass up in the air, completely submissive and waiting for my next move makes busting out of these jeans an urgent need. My cock stiffens to the point that I’m afraid I’m going to lose my zipper, fueled with lust by the taste of her delicious pussy, the sight of her dripping slit right in front of my face, my handprints on her ass.
I want every part of her to be mine, and even though this is not the way things were supposed to go today, even though I’m probably fucking up my mission in favor of doing dirty things to this woman of my dreams, I have no problem caving to my weakness.
I press my tongue back up into that delicious slit of hers, and the way she’s mewling, those sweet soft little moans are going to make me cum all over her comforter if I’m not careful. I glide my tongue up, circling her tight little pucker and she throws her head back with an exaggerated, “Oh!”
“Tucker,” she groans, her voice hoarse, “I’ve never—”
“Relax,” I say, cutting her off. “I know what you need, baby.” Her body is rigid, and it drives me wild watching her adjust to this new sensation. Soon, she’s rocking her hips into my face. I can tell by the way she’s crying out that she is ready for more, and I dart my tongue into her most intimate crevice as I stroke her thighs softly, comforting her as she trembles.
I trace some wetness from her slit, circling my finger around her tender pucker before I slowly begin inching it in.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, her legs twitching like she’s about to collapse. “Please.” It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, her back arching, head thrown back, completely succumbing to me, letting me inside her to bring out her dirtiest desires. I use my other hand to cup her puffed up mound, and she’s completely drenched, wetter than I’ve seen her yet.
“Do you like when I finger your ass, baby?” I ask.
“Please,” is all she can fathom.
“It’s ok, you’re allowed to be dirty for me. I love when you’re dirty for me. You’re so tight, sweetie. Do you want more?”
“I can’t,” she mewls. I tease her clit with my index finger, fluttering it up and down.
“Oh baby, I know you can. Please? It would make me so happy. It’s going to feel so good, I promise.” I know by now she’ll do anything I say, she’ll let me do anything I want with this gorgeous body of hers, but hearing her submit is like a drug that I need to survive. Every time she lets me push her, I get that much higher.
“Yes,” she says. As I slide another finger into her, her whole body begins to quake. I press hard into her clit, catching her orgasm in my hand.
“Cum for me,” I urge, and by the way her ass is clenching my fingers, smashing down on them like a vise-grip, I know she’s already there. “Show me how much you love it when I finger your ass.”
She’s cussing up a storm, like I unlocked something inside her that’s needed to come out. She’s quivering, screaming, drenching my hand, not at all the stern and sassy little blonde who waved a gun at me just an hour ago. It’s beautiful, her unraveling.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whisper in her ear, my fingers still lodged deep inside her. “Ok?”
“Please,” she begs. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I need it.”
It’s not going to take me long, that’s for sure. She’s soaked and ready, and watching her get off is already enough to make me cum without even having to touch my cock. She’s perfect.
I slide my dick into her willing pussy with ease and her walls clamp down around me, milking me as I begin to thrust. I scissor my fingers inside her ass as she hangs there like a puppet, unable to control herself, and there’s not a more beautiful sight I can possibly imagine.
“I feel so full,” she groans into the pillow.
“You’re doing so good,” I assure her. “You’re such a dirty girl. You were made for this, Molly.”
“Cum in me,” she begs, and in one deep thrust, I’m lost, launching my jizz like a firehose into her perfect body. I scream her name, hug her body tight into mine, my primal need to hold her, my mouth biting into her shoulder. As much warming up as she needs, all I need is a moment inside her, her pleas for my most intimate offering, before I’m wrecked.
My perfect dirty little girl. She knows just how to play me, the same way I know how to play her. Except I don’t think this is just game. The sex is amazing, but as I’m catching my breath, sweat dripping from both of us as I hug her as tightly to me as I can fathom, I can’t help but feel like there’s something more there. Something that I have been looking for my whole life, even before I lost my mind.
Chapter Twelve
Molly:
“Hey,” he whispers softly, brushing my hair out of my face. We are laying on top of my comforter, my head nuzzled into his corded chest. I don’t know how long I fell asleep for, but I feel like I could spend days like this, cuddled up next to him.
He makes me wild when he touches me, something about letting him control my body sets me free. Free from my insecurities. Free from my loneliness. Free from my worries about the favor I need to ask from him.
I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to spoil this absolutely perfect moment, his gentle touch comforting me in ways that I didn’t know I craved so badly. Normally after sex like that, you want to climb out the window and never look that person in the eye ever again, but for some reason, I want to linger in his arms as long as he’ll have me.
“You stayed,” I sigh, smiling, kissing him on the chest. “You didn’t have to.”
“There is not a single place on this planet that I’d rather be right now, Molly,” he sighs. “I wanted to stay.”
“What time is it?” I ask. I can tell the sun has begun to set by the muted light shining through my curtains.
“Does it matter?” he asks, kissing my ear. “You got a date or something?”
“No.” There is no other man. There will never be another man that makes me feel like he does, I’m afraid.
“You know you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Molly. Everything about you.” He hugs me tighter to him. “Please tell me you know that?”
“Tucker…” I stutter.
“I need you to know that before I tell you why I really came to see you today.”
“Is everything ok?” I ask, sitting bolt upright and staring him in the eye.
“Yes,” he sighs. “No. One of my brothers is in trouble. He got arrested and I need to bail him out.”
“What did he do?” I ask.
“I don’t know. They picked him up on an old warrant. I don’t ask questions. All I know is I owe this guy my life as I know it and I need to get him out. I have no idea what to do and I thought maybe you could give me some advice.”
He looks
sincerely upset.
“I hate even asking you. It makes me feel useless,” he says. “My current situation makes me so helpless sometimes. I hate it.”
“You’re not useless, Tucker. And the only reason why you’re helpless is because you’re not playing with a full deck. Maybe you are happy with your life as a Vagrant, but you had no other choice at that point. You didn’t choose that life for yourself with a sound mind. You haven’t given yourself the chance to figure out if that truly is the life for you. I am going to help you get your friend out of jail, but you’re going to have to do something for me.”
His brief life history makes me feel so sad for him. I can tell my words hit him hard.
“I’m not ready,” he says. “Please don’t.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” I promise. “It’s unethical. But the second you understand where I’m coming from, I’ll be here waiting to help you.”
There’s a long silence, and I can tell he’s thinking, but his blue eyes look so far away, like he’s searching for something that’s just out of reach.
“I want to bail your friend out of jail,” I say. “How much is it going to cost?”
“I don’t want your money,” he says. “I would never ask you for money.”
“I know you wouldn’t. But you’re going to earn it. All of you guys are going to earn it,” I assure him.
“Anything,” he says. “I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
“I’m going to write a story about you guys. A few weeks before I met you, I pitched something to my agent,” I confess. “He called me this morning and told me Rolling Stone is willing to pay me a lot of money for it.”
He looks confused. “What did you tell him?”
“Basically, I told him maybe, which was going to end up being a no. Because of you.”
“What do you mean?”
I sigh. I don’t know if I’m going to come off crazy or caring. “I like you, Tucker. I respect you. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to exploit you and your family. I didn’t want you to think I was using you.”
“You did that for me?” he asks. I squeeze his hand in mine.
“How much to bail your friend out?” I ask.
“He’s not going to go for it, Molly. We can’t have that kind of exposure. There’s a lot of people who don’t agree with the way we live or the things we do.”
“Do you trust me?”
He brushes his hand over my cheek and stares deep into my eyes.
“I’m very good at my job, Tucker. Nobody is going to get exposed or exploited. I care very deeply about the people I write about. If at any point you guys want me gone, you just have to say the word. Now how much money do you need?”
He hangs his head and laces his fingers in between mine.
“I appreciate it,” he says, “I really do. But you don’t know Moss.”
“And you do. And you’re going to march your ass down to that jail and tell him if he knows what’s best for him, he’s going to let me do this. You’re going to tell him that he needs to man up and do what’s right by his family if he wants the Vagrants to continue to exist as they do.
“How much money do you need?”
“Three thousand dollars,” he says.
“You in?” I ask.
“I guess so; I feel so bad taking your money.”
“Don’t,” I assure him. “Let me make a phone call.”
I pick up my cellphone and call my agent.
“Josh,” I say, “I’m gonna do it. But I’m going to need an advance ASAP.”
Tucker:
Leaving her there by herself once again was maddening, but she’s right. I might not have a lot of responsibility to this world, but the Vagrants are my family, and I need to make sure I keep my word to them.
Seeing Moss in jail was strange. He didn’t even look like himself when I talked to him. He looked like an animal who was locked in a cage for pharmaceutical testing. Far away and out of it, he sat in the holding cell staring at the wall.
“I’m going to get you out of here in the morning, Moss,” I told him.
He just nodded at me, as if he didn’t care what I had to say. His brown eyes looked more black than usual. His face, blank.
“There’s a woman, Molly Hill, she’s a journalist. She’s going to come pay your bail tomorrow and take you home. She wants to write a story about the Vagrants.”
The way he shrugged at me and then waved me off without so much as a word left a bad taste in my mouth. It was as if he was broken. Our loudmouthed leader was just a shell of himself.
Back up on the mountain, everyone was stressed when I returned, huddled around the campfire hurling insults and drinking moonshine.
“Where is he?” Luna wailed. “Is he ok?”
Once I explained the situation, explained that he was going back first thing in the morning because Molly was going to donate the money, tensions seemed to relax.
When I explained to everyone WHY Molly was going to donate the money, the dynamic took a turn for the worse.
“Fuck off, Tucker,” Forrest scolded. “You want to bring an outsider up here to take pictures of us like we’re monkeys in a zoo or something? You’re out of your mind!”
“It’s not like that,” I promised. “She’s not like that.”
“Just because you’re putting your dick in her doesn’t mean she doesn’t have some sort of ulterior motive. You can’t trust girls from down there,” he said.
“If she does anything at all that makes us uncomfortable, she promised she would be done. It’s the only way she could get the money. It’s the only way WE could get the money. Do you want Moss to have to sit in prison?”
“What’s he have to say about all this?” Luna cackled. “I’m sure he’ll send that bitch running before she even makes it to camp.”
“You can only hope, honey,” Mitch teased her. “I’m sure if Tucker here is sweet on her she’s probably something special. Wouldn’t be the first time we saw you in a catfight.”
“Nobody’s fighting anybody. And you all are going to be on your best behavior. She’s doing us a huge favor. And Moss didn’t really say anything about the interview, or anything at all.”
“Shit,” Mitch grumbled. “He’s had some really bad experiences in there. It really fucks him up.”
“My work here is done,” I told them all, but Forrest felt the need to follow me down the trail.
“I’m sorry for being so rude.” He grabbed me by the arm to stop me in my tracks. “You just don’t get it. There’s a reason why a lot of us don’t want to be put into the public eye. We’re not just hiding out up here for the love of it. We’re hiding from who we were down below. It’s not safe for us.”
It hit me hard and fast. These men I called my brothers weren’t just born here. They came here because they were running. Maybe they weren’t the good people I assumed they were, even though they had been nothing but kind to me. Maybe they changed for the better. Or maybe I changed for the worse.
Chapter Thirteen
I toss and turn in my hammock.
For the first time since being up on this mountain, I start asking questions I’ve been purposely suppressing. Ideas that I’ve been avoiding. For the first time, I question whether or not I truly belong here, if I’m truly safe here.
I want to go back to Molly’s place, but I don’t want to face her right now. She’s absolutely right in wanting answers for me that I don’t even want for myself.
She absolutely deserves it.
I trace the tattoo on my chest, my only real connection to my past, fighting hard to remember where it came from.
Where I came from.
If that person is truly a Vagrant, or someone worse.
But she likes me. She told me. I trust her. Surely she wouldn’t feel that way if I was a bad person. For whatever reason, she sees something in me, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to live up to her expectations.
Chapter Fourteen
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nbsp; Molly:
My agent was able to get me a $3000 advance wired overnight, and although the other two thousand are going to sting a little, I know it will all be worth it, and if this story is a success it’ll go right back into my savings in no time. If Moss’s ass goes to court like he’s supposed to, I’ll get it back even sooner. You gotta spend a little to make a little in this world, and if I can help Tucker out in the process, I’d gladly hand over my last dime.
My ankle is actually back to normal, and I put on my favorite floral sundress and some hiking sandals and braid my long hair into pigtails. I don’t want to look too nice for my first run-in with the Vagrants, but I want to be approachable. Sure, I also want to look hot for Tucker. Not try hard hot. Just Molly hot.
I’m going to be doing a lot of hiking, and I loaded up my backpack with snacks that I thought the gang might all like. Stuff you can’t pick off of trees or shoot and roast over a fire. Sugary, salty, sweet garbage: potato chips and Oreos, gummy bears and trail mix, and a couple bottles of whiskey just in case. I guess if bailing Moss out of jail doesn’t win their hearts over, I can at least get them all hyped-up on sugar or drunk enough to love me or both. Yeah, my code of ethics has really taken a nosedive in the last three days.
Tucker and his friend Forrest stopped by my bus this morning bright and early. He kissed me on the lips right in front of his friend, a long hard passionate kind of kiss that took my breath away and swept me off my feet. I don’t know if he was just showing off for Forrest, and I don’t care. I could get used to being greeted like that.
The plan is for me to go to the jail alone and spring Moss and we’ll walk back to the trailhead together and get on the four-wheelers with the guys to head back up the mountain. I don’t plan on doing much in terms of the story today; I just want to see what I’m working with. I want to start building a bridge. I want to show Tucker’s friends that I’m not just some random person who’s trying to exploit them for financial gain. Doing my fieldwork like a pro.
