The Preacher's Son #3: Unbroken (Erotic Romance)

by Jasinda Wilder

  "Well, you've already done that, at least once," I said, with a lecherous smile.

  "Hmmm," Tre put his finger to his chin, "So, I've ravaged you in the bathroom, in a bed, bent over a bed, on a couch, in a car—or, well, sort of—and on a car...I'm not sure there's anywhere left."

  "Well," I said, "I can think of a few places."

  "Oh yeah? Like where?"

  "An elevator," I said. "Or a changing room, or on a boat, on an airplane, in the water...ummm...where else can you have sex?"

  "You mean where can you that you shouldn't?"

  I lifted an eyebrow at him. "Well, kind of, I suppose. I can't see a problem with having sex in public places, as long as you don't get caught. I'd imagine it would be kind of a rush, now that I think of it."

  Tre made a face that told me what he was going to ask next. "Have you ever done it in those places?"

  "Haven't we already had this conversation too?" I asked. "But, if you must know, no, I haven't. Not in any of those places. Actually, just now with you on the hood of the car was the first time I've ever even done it outside."

  "Wanna try?" Tre asked.

  "Try what?"

  "All those places." He glanced at me, and I realized he wasn't kidding.

  I stared at him. "Are you serious?"

  He nodded. "Totally serious. It was for real hot doing it with you on the car, outside."

  "You want to have sex with me in a public elevator? And you wouldn't be completely and totally horrified if someone walked in on us?"

  He shrugged. "It would be embarrassing, sure, but like you said, it seems like it would be a rush."

  "You're serious?"

  "Why not?"

  I shook my head. "I just didn't think you'd...I don't know. I guess I thought you'd be more conservative, for some reason. "

  "Well, I guess you really did unlock something inside me," he said, putting his hand on my knee, his voice more serious now. "I mean, I just can't get enough of you. Even when I just had you, I want you again."

  "Right now?"

  "All the time," Tre said.

  I put my hand on his leg and slid it upward, touching the zipper of his jeans. "It doesn't seem like you want me right now," I said.

  "Well, keep on touching me. You'll see," Tre said, smirking.

  I opened his pants and revealed his semi-erect cock, watching him through lowered lashes as I traced light lines on his firming flesh with my fingertips. I used only my fingers on him at first, sliding and twisting, rubbing in circles around the crown, tickling the fine hairs on his tightening sack, stroking the muscle just behind his balls and spreading the leaking clear fluid of his pre-come. He was fully erect again in no time. I unbuckled and leaned over him, touched my tongue to him.

  He smelled and tasted of our combined essences, a strong musky flavor that was totally different from his usual clean male taste of salt and skin and man. It wasn't unpleasant, only different.

  I wanted to do this differently than usual. Instead of taking him into my mouth, I added my own saliva to the juices smeared on his length, caressing him in a smooth, circular, rolling motion with my hands. When he began to roll his hips in time with my pumping, I paused with one hand to cup and squeeze and massage his engorged head with my palm. I licked the very tip of his cock with my tongue, kissing the side of it, all the while stroking his base with a fist, bringing his hips to a rocking rhythm again.

  I ceased moving my hand once his motion started to become desperate, working his tip solely with my tongue, sliding it around the groove under the head, taking only the first inch into my mouth and sucking gently. I glanced up at him as I took him sideways into my mouth so his cock bulged out my cheek; his fists gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

  I felt the tires buzz on the rumble strips at the road edge. "Eyes on the road, Tre," I said.

  "Can't help it," Tre said through gritted teeth. "Watchin' you put my cock in your mouth is hot."

  "Then pull over," I said, moving my hand on his length. "Wouldn't want to get in a wreck. That'd put a damper on our plans to have sex in public."

  He pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road, watching me as I bobbed my lips around his first inch of hard, throbbing flesh. "Does that mean we're doing the sex-in-public list?"

  "Mmmm-hmmmm," I hummed my affirmative response, and Tre's eyes fluttered at the vibrations.

  An idea struck me, and I had to stifle my grin of anticipation. I had a feeling he'd be a little...surprised by what I was about to do, and I didn't want to give away my plan.

  I continued to work his base with one hand and his pulsating head with my mouth. My other hand cupped his balls, massaged them, and then slid down farther to his taint, pressing in circles. He moaned and rocked his hips, and this time I didn't pause, but I did slow down my ministrations. I didn't want him to come, not yet.

  My middle finger slid from his taint inward, and now Tre's eyes flicked to me in surprise and not a little consternation. "What—what're you doin', Shea?"

  I smiled and licked his cock from base to tip, stretching him away from his body and stroking him with my fist, moving my finger closer and closer to my goal. Tre's eyes widened and his body went still as I found the tight hard knot of muscle and pressed, lightly at first. His eyes were locked on mine, his nostrils flaring and his mouth pressed in a thin, flat line.

  "Trust me?" I left my finger in place, but didn't press inward, yet.

  "I trust you all right," Tre said, "But—"

  "But what?" I slowed my strokes on his cock as he began to near climax.

  He hissed in frustration. "I don't know. I guess I never thought—"

  I sped up incrementally and applied a tiny bit of pressure with my finger. "You did it to me, and I enjoyed it. A lot."

  A little more pressure, and my fist moved faster. Tre closed his eyes and let his hips roll, driving his cock into my mouth. He wasn't objecting anymore, so I pushed in farther, slowly and carefully. His mouth split in a gasping 'O', and his body curled in even as his hips rocked faster. He was close, now. I let him thrust his length into my mouth, caressing his base in blurring rhythm, pulsing my middle finger deeper by subtle increments up to the first knuckle.

  Tre's forehead was resting against the steering wheel between his clenched fists, fluttering his hips frantically, gasping, "Oh god, oh god, oh god."

  I bobbed my head, taking him deep and then almost out, pausing with the tip between my lips to suck until my cheeks hollowed. Tre's teeth clenched and ground together audibly, and then he spasmed, arching backward without warning. I moved with him, sucking his head furiously and moving my fist along his length as fast as my hand would go, pulsing my finger back and forth. His entire body was rigid in the driver's seat, his face thrown back to the sky, his breath stuttering.

  And then he came. Oh, my lord. He came so hard his seed shot down my throat before I had a chance to swallow, and then again. I kept sucking, kept sliding my hand on him, and he kept coming until I lost count of how many times he spurted thick, salty heat into my throat.

  At long last his body went limp. At that moment, I heard the unmistakable and heart-stopping whoop-whoop of a police cruiser's siren behind us. I swore, and zipped and buttoned Tre back up as hurriedly as I could, then dug my cell phone out of my purse without sitting up. I waited until I heard the clip of the officer's boots. Before I sat up, I wiped my face clean on my sleeve.

  Tre was limp, sweating, and panting. He turned his head on the headrest to regard the jowly, overweight officer. I sat up, clutching my cell phone.

  "What exactly is going on here?" the officer demanded, his voice gruff and low.

  "I dropped my cell phone," I answered. "It slid beneath his seat so far we had to stop to get it." I held up my phone.

  The officer eyed Tre, who was slowly regaining composure. "Then what's wrong with him?"

  "He's been a bit under the weather recently," I said. "Bit of a stomach ache, low fever. It's been coming and
going, you know how it is. He'll be fine for a bit, and then it hits him again."

  The officer didn't look like he believed me, but he seemed to realize he didn't have much choice. "Hmm. Well, move along. If the boy ain't feelin' good, you best get him home. Behind the wheel of a car ain't the place for him if he's sick. 'Specially one this expensive."

  The officer's radio crackled at that moment, and he gave us both one last resentful, disbelieving glare before going back to his car. Tre's hand clamped around mine.

  "Go, Tre," I said. "Drive. Slowly."

  Tre nodded, once, a jerk of his head, and then pulled the car into gear. He slipped out into the lane and added speed slowly until the cruiser was out of sight.

  "Holy shit," Tre breathed, and then laughed, an edge of hysteria to his voice.

  "Holy shit is right," I said. "That was a close one."

  He glanced at me, grinning. "Yeah it was. I thought he was gonna arrest us for sure."

  I squirmed my hand out of his and touched his zipper. "And what'd you think about what I did?"

  Tre shook his head. "I didn't know it was possible to come that hard. I mean, I thought I was going to actually explode right in half." He shifted in his seat. "I wasn't sure at first, about...where you put your finger. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, in some ways, but—"

  "You liked the end result, though, right?"

  He shook his head again. "It was unbelievable."

  I happened to glance in the side mirror, and saw red and blue lights flashing far behind us. "I think you'd best gun it, Tre. And find a side road to pull off."

  He didn't ask questions. He saw it, too. The engine roared and the vehicle bolted forward. We were already going nearly seventy, but when Tre floored it, the car jumped forward hard enough to squeal the tires and fishtail before he got it under control. The flashing lights fell away behind us, the empty road speeding past us in a green blur. A county road split across the highway ahead of us, and Tre slowed down, then jammed the brakes, spun the wheel, and gunned the engine again. The Aston Martin turned into a sideways slide, hit gravel, tires spitting, and rocketed forward, still on an angle. Tre righted the car again, slowing enough to let the back end straighten, and then powered the car forward. We heard a siren now. We were kicking up dust, and I knew we had to get off the dirt road.

  I'd never run from a police car before, and I knew Tre hadn't either. My heart was pounding in my chest.

  "We've gotta get off the dirt, Tre," I said. "It's leading him straight to us."

  Tre just nodded. After half a mile or so, we came across a parallel highway and Tre pulled onto it, turning north, rather than back south. The engine roared and I watched the speedometer hit one hundred within seconds. Another county road dissected the highway and Tre turned onto it, eastward now. I twisted in my seat, scanning for the lights of the pursuing cruiser. I didn't see it, but kept watching anyway.

  Tre wound his way from county road to highway in a maze of random turns, driving at reckless speeds. Eventually I knew we'd lost our pursuit. I pointed to a turn-off on the county road we were travelling, and Tre pulled over.

  "We're clear," I said, flopping back in the seat.

  Tre unclenched his hands from the wheel and fell back as well, scrubbing his face.

  "Holy shit," he breathed.

  "Holy shit is right," I said, then laughed. "Déjà vu."

  We both cracked up in uncontrollable then, flushed with the hysteria of post-adrenaline rush.

  "Does this mean we're fugitives, now?" Tre asked.

  I couldn't tell if he was panicked or not.

  "Possibly," I said. "I find it hard to believe Dan would call the cops, since he's not exactly always operated on the legal side of things, but when it comes to this car, anything's possible."

  "I know this is an expensive car," Tre said, "but exactly how expensive?"

  I laughed. "Tre, this car is worth almost half a million dollars. Three hundred thousand, easily."

  "Fuck," Tre said. "That's a lot of money."

  "It's more than most people make in two or three years. Especially down here." I glanced at Tre. "I don't think you understand how bad it will have pissed Dan off to know we took his car. This thing is his one true love. If he catches us, he'll kill us, now."

  "And you said he could find us, wherever we went?"

  I nodded. "Pretty much. I might be able to work out a deal with him, though."

  "What kind of deal?"

  "I'm pretty sure he'd do anything to get his car back intact. I'll contact Dan when we get to the coast. Tell him we have his car and we'll tell him where it is if he swears to leave us alone."

  "Think it'll work?" Tre put the car back into drive and found the nearest highway.

  I shrugged. "It's worth a try. It'll buy us time to get away, at least. There's no guarantee he'll keep his word once he has it back, though."

  Tre blew out a long breath between his teeth. "What'd we do, Shea?"

  I laughed. "Made an enemy?"

  "I guess we did." He scrubbed his face with his palm. "So now what? Where do we go?"

  I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I was thinking south, to the Gulf? Or the Caribbean? The money I stole from Dan is an account in the Bahamas. We could go there, get some cash and figure something out."

  "You mean like really go all fugitive? Get fake identities and all that?"

  I laughed. "Well, I hadn't thought of that, but sure. It's not a bad idea, actually. I wouldn't know the first thing about where to start, but we could figure it out together."

  "Well that's it, then, I guess." Tre slammed his hand into the steering wheel.

  I took one of his hands in mine. "You know there's no going back from this, Tre."

  He just laughed. "Shea, there was no going back for me a long time ago. I was done for the moment I followed you up the hill behind my dad's church."

  "Done for how?" I asked.

  The silence was sudden, tense, and thick.

  "Just done for. That's all. I couldn't go back to the way I was. 'Specially after you let me in your house." He glanced at me; he was evading, and I let him. "You was wearing this little sundress. I think you was the sexiest thing I ever seen, right then. 'Course, I ain't seen you naked, then."

  I smiled. "Your accent is back." I rubbed my thumb on his knuckles. "You know what that means?"

  "Nuh-uh," he said. "I mean, no."

  "It means you're not answering my question."

  He shifted in the seat and looked in the rearview mirror rather than at me. "I thought we wasn't—weren't, I mean—putting things in boxes."

  "Things have changed a bit since I said that." I threaded my fingers into his. "I don't just mean our circumstances."

  "Then what do you mean?"

  I shook my head. "Nope. You first."

  "God, Shea. You're killing me, here." He lifted our joined hands and scratched the side of his nose with a thumbnail, then kissed the back of my hand. "You really wanna have this talk now?"

  "Can you think of a better time? Are you scared?"

  He nodded. "A little, yeah. I don't know what's happening, what we're going to do. We're kind of stuck together now. And no, I guess now's as good a time as any."

  "Is that a bad thing? Being stuck with me?"

  Tre furrowed his brow. "'Course not. There ain't—isn't—anyone I'd rather be stuck with. Not in the whole world."

  My heart skipped a beat. "But you don't know that many people."

  "Don't need to. Just need to know you."

  "And you don't mind that I'm an old lady?" I grinned to make it a joke, but he saw past it.

  "Not if you don't mind that I'm a snot-nosed kid."

  "Seriously, though. Does the age difference bother you?" I asked.

  It was a question that had bothered me for a while but had never mustered the courage to ask.

  He shrugged. "Not really. I mean, there's differences, I guess, sure. But they don't usually bother me. I don't like thinking about you wit
h anyone else, but I know you have, and that's a part of who you are. I know there's gotta be times when I seem young to you. I know I grew up under a rock, and there's a lot I don't know about."

  "Yeah, but you're good at what matters."

  "Ravaging you?" He grinned.

  I slapped his shoulder. "Be serious for a second," I laughed. "Yes, that too. But I meant other things. You may have grown up under a very small rock, but you know how to take care of me. You protect me. I feel safe with you. You may not be wise in the ways of the world, but you're there for me when I need you."

  "How could I not be?" Tre asked. "You're amazing. I still don't know what you see in me, but if you want to be with me, I ain't gonna argue."

  I stared out the window. This was turning intense.

  "I see you," I said, after a long silence. "You're not just a sheltered preacher's son. You're so much more than that."

  His answer was quiet. "I am now, at least."

  "You always have been, Tre."

  We drove south in silence after that, fingers twined.

  2

  The Gulfport-Biloxi International Airport was hot, humid, and crowded. Tre had parked Dan's Aston Martin in the farthest corner of the bottom level of a long-term parking structure. The top was up, the doors locked. We took the key with us and locked it in a storage locker. My plan was to fly to Nassau and contact Dan there. I'd sent the key for the storage locker, which in turn had the key to Dan's car, by mail to Dan's casino in Atlantic City.

  It wasn't a great plan, and I could see a lot of flaws in it, but it was the best I could come up with at the last minute.

  We paid cash for two first class tickets to Nassau. The first class lounge was an amazing place, to a backwater country kid like Tre. We didn't dare entirely relax, yet, though, so we didn't drink. I'd feel safer once we got to Nassau.

  The plane boarded, and we took our seats. It was crowded flight, every seat filled. Once we were airborne, Tre looked at me, and then the small bathroom, and then back at me. He wiggled his eyebrows. I looked around me at the packed seats, all the people. I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of sneaking into the bathroom with Tre. I'd never done anything like that before. For all my life experiences, I'd never done anything risky or potentially embarrassing. I'd run away with a perfect stranger, but that was different. I'd been suffocating in Savannah. Sex with Tre was always great, and I could imagine the thrill of doing it in a public bathroom.