by Mia Ford
I didn’t have much left for me there, but I had a little money stashed around and still owned the bar. My plan was to sell everything I owned and get the fuck away once and for all. Find some place nice, get a normal job, meet a nice girl, and settle down.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many other criminals had walked down this same dusty road with the same good intentions in mind.
And how long was it before they went back to their old ways.
* * *
I saw the sun reflect off the shiny grill of the black Cadillac before I realized who was behind the wheel. The car was coming at me at a pretty good clip. I could hear the growl of the engine as the driver downshifted to a stop in the middle of the country road, stopping directly in front of me.
She opened the door and stepped out of the car. It took me a minute to recognize her. Her hair was long and blonde, pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her blue eyes were bright and clear. Her cheeks flushed when she saw me. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And I hated her guts. And I hated myself for wanting her so badly.
She licked her lips and gave me a nervous smile.
“Hi,” she said, propping her arms on top of the open driver’s door. She rested her chin on her arms and stared at me. “Can I give you a ride?”
I thought about ignoring her, just keep on walking, like she wasn’t even there. But as I glared at her, forcing myself to hate her, struggling to resist the urge to take her in my arms, I realized that she wasn’t to blame for any of my troubles.
Her world was just fine until Eddie burned it down.
I couldn’t blame her for wanting him dead, for wanting me dead. I didn’t kill her fiancé, but I knew Eddie was a dangerous man. Maybe if I had tried to control him more, from the time we were kids, her fiancé might still be alive.
I blew out a long breath and gave her a nod.
“Yeah,” I said, “a ride would be great.”
SANDY
We didn’t talk much at first. Rick’s deeply tanned face looked gaunt and tired. I asked how he was and he said okay. He asked how I was and I said better now. He gave me a little smile, then turned to look out the window at the free world passing by. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
I was a little relieved that we weren’t talking. I still didn’t know what to say to him, or if we could put the past behind us and start again. All I knew was that I was willing to try if he was. I’d ask him as soon as he woke up.
In the trunk was his go-bag, with his passport, money, and clothes; just as he’d left it with me.
I’d packed several suitcases of my own. There was no way I could go anywhere with just one bag.
I got on the interstate and headed south toward Baja rather than north to Bakersfield. I would take him back to Bakersfield if that’s where he wanted to go, but I was hoping that he would agree to lie on a nude beach with me for a few weeks so we could sort things out in paradise.
There was nothing left for either of us in Bakersfield.
The only thing I cared about was the man snoring softly in the seat beside me. I prayed that he felt the same.
SANDY
We’d been on the road for two hours when Rick woke up to realize that he had been kidnapped. He was an easy person to kidnap. When I told him we were headed to Cabo San Lucas for a few weeks of lying naked in the sun, he just looked at me and smiled.
“Isn’t Cabo like a thousand miles from where we are?” he asked, glancing at the exit signs for San Diego that we were passing.
“Yes. So? What’s your point?”
“Don’t guess I have one,” he said with shrug. My hand was resting on the gear shift. He covered it with his long fingers and gave it a squeeze. An old familiar tingle worked its way up my arm.
“So, we’re looking at twenty hours or so drive time,” he said, glancing over at me with a goofy look on his weathered face.
“That sounds about right.”
“And it’s getting dark,” he said, glancing out the window.
“Yes, it tends to get dark about this time every day.”
“And I haven’t gotten laid in a very long time.”
I glanced over at him. His old smile had returned. It washed over me like a warm bath. My cheeks flushed. My nipples plumped in my bra. I could feel moisture between my legs.
“I haven’t been laid in a long time either,” I said, turning my hand over so we could lace our fingers together. I glanced at the road ahead. There was a Motel 6 at the next exit.
“Shall I take this exit.”
“Please do,” he said, pulling my hand across to feel the bulge in his jeans. “Quickly.”
* * *
I had no idea what the record was for checking into a motel and stripping off your clothes, but I was sure that Rick and I had broken the old record by several minutes. I quickly checked us in, we hurried to the room without getting our bags and stripped each other naked just inside the door.
My hand immediately went to Rick’s throbbing cock. As my fingers closed around it and started to gently tug, it was as if we were transported back in time, to my apartment, to the first time we’d made love.
Rick dug his fingers into my tits and pushed me into the wall. His mouth was all over me: my lips, my chin, my neck. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh of my tits, making me moan in pain and pleasure. He lowered his mouth to my nipples and teased them with his tongue, taking them between his teeth, suckling them between his lips.
His cock felt wonderful in my hand. I had forgotten how long and thick he was. I stood on my tiptoes and pulled him to me, swirling the head of his cock around my dripping pussy and clit. I started pumping his cock with long strokes from base to head, pushing him against my clit. I came quickly, my hot juices showering him, making him moan.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I draped an arm around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. He used a hand to guide his cock to my pussy, then put his hands on my ass again and impaled me onto him. His cock slid in with such force that the wind was knocked from my lungs.
With my arms around his neck and his hands on my ass and my back against the wall, Rick ramrodded his cock into my pussy, fast, hard, like a man who had not had sex in a very long time. He pressed his forehead to mine and gritted his teeth to hold back the orgasm.
“I want to see your face while I’m fucking you,” he said. He carried me to the bathroom and set me down. He roughly spun me around and dug his fingers into my hips. I pushed my ass toward him and watched his face in the mirror as he slid his cock back inside my pussy. I could feel him all inside me now. Long. Hard. Thick. Wonderful.
“Fuck me hard, baby,” I moaned. “Fuck me hard… stick your big cock inside my sweet pussy…”
He gazed into the mirror and smiled.
Dirty talk was our thing.
“You want my big cock to ram your sweet pussy,” he asked, moving his hips in and out, shoving his cock inside me until the head hit my innermost wall. “God... your pussy is so fucking tight… I’ve missed you… so much…”
“Fuck me hard, Rick…” I braced my arms on the counter and closed my eyes. “I want to feel your monster cock in my throat.”
Rick tightened his grip on my hips and started rocking into me so hard that my tits swayed back and forth, hanging from my chest. I grabbed them and gritted my teeth, rolling my nipples between my fingers.
The fire was igniting deep inside me.
Another orgasm was on its way.
I felt hot all over.
I could smell the tangy scent of my juices washed over him.
I could smell his sweat.
I wanted to lick every drop of it from his body.
“God… I’m cumming…” he moaned, ramming into me, jarring my entire body.
“Yes… baby… cum… with me…” He moaned loudly as his cock filled me with his hot, milky cum and my orgasm sent a shudder through my body.
A moment more, and our bod
ies went slack.
I opened my eyes to find him smiling back at me.
“Welcome home,” I said with a happy sigh, wiggling my soaked pussy against him. “Don’t you ever leave me again.”
EPILOG: SANDY
Cabo San Lucas was the most beautiful place on Earth.
Well, the most beautiful place that I’d ever been to.
And having Rick by my side again just made it feel that much more like Heaven on Earth.
We had rented a small bungalow on the beach and spent our days sunning and swimming, and our nights dancing and drinking and making love, or as Rick called it: drinkin’ and fuckin’.
Sigh. Such manners on this one.
We talked about other places we’d like to go; Europe maybe, or Australia. But every day as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean just a few feet from where we sat with our toes in the sand, we knew that it didn’t matter where we were, so long as we were together.
I thought about Brent often and how his death had brought me to this point in my life.
If I could have gone back in time and prevented him from going into that store; if I could have saved him from Eddie; I would have done so without hesitation.
But I couldn’t turn back time.
And I couldn’t bring him back.
All I could do was keep his memory alive in my heart and try to be the person he expected me to be; a person who deserved his love, and deserved the life it had given me.
THE END
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Second Chance
Blurb
Beverley Wade has always been a nerd. In college, she had eyes only for her books and the campus heartthrob, Grant Jennings. Grant was not only a fantasy for her but was way out of her league and also was her biggest competitor. By the time college was over, Beverley was relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with her conflicting emotions for Grant any longer.
But when her start-up tech company in Silicon Valley faces financial disaster, the highly successful Grant Jennings swoops in to buy her off. Not only is Beverley furious that her old rival wants to buy her company, but it seems like suddenly he can’t keep his hands off her either.
Can Beverly trust Grant? Or, will Grant’s chiseled body and dreamy eyes be too hard for Beverly to resist?
Chapter 1
Beverley
I looked on either side before crossing the road, safety first! Even though my mind was whirling with thoughts and I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, I could still walk to my office blindfolded. I knew these streets like the back of my hand. I couldn’t fathom what it would feel like, to not go to that office any more. I’d dedicated the past four years of my life to it. Building up the company from scratch, working weekends to ensure that we might be able to finally break even. I had poured my blood and sweat and soul into it, and just when I thought that I just might be able to make it…my accountant told me that the company was going under, that I wouldn’t be able to pay my employees and the only way out would be to sell the company while I still could.
This was an absolute nightmare. I was walking to the office, but I might as well have been a ghost, because I wasn’t thinking any more. What was I supposed to do now? Get a job? I’d been self-employed since college.
From the moment I graduated, I made plans of starting my own company. The tech industry was reaching its peaks and I had an idea for a mobile game. I moved to Silicon Valley, rented a small apartment and converted it into an office. I wrote the code for the app myself and within the first three months, it had reached a thousand downloads on various app stores. I hired employees, I set up a separate office space and we worked tirelessly to ensure its success.
And now it wasn’t the way I expected. I would have to sell the game to a bigger corporation just to stay out of bankruptcy and be able to pay my employees. I was ashamed and angry and feeling completely lost.
I took the stairs up to my office, and pushed open the wooden door that led me to the small reception area. My office had three rooms. A reception area for Susan, the receptionist, a room for the other two programmers and one for myself where I sat behind a desk facing three connected computer screens.
Susan looked up at me with a nervous expression on her face when I walked in.
“Morning, Bev,” she said and I forced a smile on my face. There was no reason for me to smile any more.
“Morning, Susan. I’ll be in my office if there are any calls for me,” I said, still in a daze. But, Susan stood up all of a sudden and startled me.
“Bev, there has been an offer” she said, and I looked at her still a little confused with my brows crossed.
“An offer for what?” I asked her and Susan looked like she was struggling to get the words out.
“For the company, you know?” she said and my heart sank. This was getting more real by the minute.
“Someone made an offer to buy my company?” I asked her in a raised voice. Sasha, one of the programmers, stuck his head out from his room and looked at us. Susan sat back down and nodded her head, like she was ashamed of herself. They all knew exactly how badly I was taking this.
“Who is it?” I asked Susan, who also doubled up as my assistant and secretary. She looked at her papers, and shuffled through her notes.
“I got a call from them only half an hour ago. From the offices of Lonex Apps?” Susan said and looked up at me. Now, she was beginning to look like she was worried for me.
“Lonex Apps?” I said, in a much shriller voice. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“That’s what the man said on the phone,” Susan replied and I fisted the palms of my hands and tried to control my rage.
“You mean, Grant Jennings’ company?” I asked and Susan shrugged her shoulders.
I was asking the wrong person, Susan wasn’t up to date with the inner workings of Silicon Valley. But, I had no one else to take my temper out on, and I had a lot of temper inside me at that moment. I couldn’t believe that Grant Jennings’ company wanted to make an offer.
“What does this mean?” Sasha’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I whipped around to face him with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t know what this means. I don’t even know what they want,” I growled at him.
“Lonex is huge, they are becoming even bigger by the day. I’m sure if they want to buy us out, they’ll have a big sum to offer…don’t you think?” Sasha continued, unaware of the bubbling feelings of rage that were erupting in me.
I tried to control them, I barely could. Sasha’s words were slowly sinking into my brain and driving me nuts. Just when I thought that my day couldn’t get any worse, it had.
“I mean, Grant Jennings…that dude really knows what he’s doing. I bet he has big plans for the app. This could actually be great, Bev,” Sasha said and I shook my head silently. I didn’t want to hear his name, I didn’t want to think about what Grant Jennings wanted to do with my company. I wouldn’t sell to him even if I had to go bankrupt.
“Hey, didn’t you go to college with him or something?” Sasha said and I glared at him, before turning on my heels and walking straight into my office. I banged the door shut behind me and leaned against it, just to catch my breath.
This was the worst possible way that Grant Jennings could make a re-entrance into my life. I thought I never had to think about him again. That my feelings for him in college were over and I could finally move on with my life. But here he was again, turning my world upside down…but this time I was resolved not to let him.
Chapter 2
Grant
The meeting was set up for the next afternoon. Our secretaries had spoken to each other, so I hadn’t actually heard Beverley’s voice, but I got the feeling that she wasn’t pleased. In fact, I had expected her to turn down even before meeting up with me. But, I had a look at the company’s financials, I was aware of their state of affair
s. That would have made her desperate to meet with me.
I was sitting behind my desk in my swanky new office, and a smile erupted on my face when I thought about her. Beverley Wade…my biggest competition in college. We had four classes together, and in each one of them she always made a point to try and prove herself to our teachers and to me. She had underestimated me in the beginning. I was captain of the basketball team, I dated cheerleaders…she had probably assumed that I was just a jock. That I was also an ace student and that I’d turn out to be her biggest competitor in class; was not something she anticipated.
Beverley was something of a nerd in college, the exact opposite of me. That is what the rest of the world thought, including her. With black rimmed circular glasses, her dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head; she was always in oversized t-shirts and plain shirts and ill-fitting jeans. She took pride in her scores, not in her looks. She had a fiery temper and always took the high moral road.
Beverley sat at the front of the class and always had her hand up when questions were asked. While I sat at the back, and if I happened to give the right answers; she never failed to whip around and shoot me a look. But, surprise was always mixed with her rage. She was always shocked that I had the answers and then that shock immediately turned to anger that I had managed to trump her.
My friends thought she was a geek. Everyone thought Beverley was a geek. A fairly attractive geek but a geek nevertheless!
To me, Beverley was delicious. Her anger and competition with me, made me secretly smile and fantasize about taming her. What would Beverley taste of? What would it feel like to pin her down in my bed? Sometimes, when I slept with another new cheerleader, or a sorority girl…I imagined Beverley’s face and I could never control myself after that. She was like a forbidden fruit. I knew I could never have her. She detested me, but it was exciting just imagining it. Undoing that ponytail, taking off her glasses, overpowering her and making her orgasm. That would teach her.