Vegas Virgin
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I had to be the only man she would ever love. I had to be the one that held her forever. She was obsessed with a world I had left behind, and she didn’t see the majesty of a simple life. We finally stopped ourselves short of the bedroom and decided it was time for dinner. There wasn’t much conversation at the dinner table because we both seemed to be consumed with the harshness of the following day.
It couldn’t break us. I had to make sure of it. I was ready to bring damnation to heaven and earth if it meant we didn’t have to part ways. I just hoped she would understand.
“We can’t dwell on tomorrow.” She sipped her drink. “We have to make the most of our time together.”
“I can’t help but dwell...” I shook my head. “Tomorrow changes everything.”
“Just...” She shook her head. “Just make love to me one more time before I have to go.”
A darkness started to fill my soul. She was telling me it was over. She was setting fire to everything I wanted.
I’m not a fucking vacation fling...
I took her by the hand and lifted her off the couch. She wanted to be fucked one more time, so she would get fucked.
I clenched my fingers around her ass, holding her tight as we kissed. The primal lust started to build as much as I wanted to tell her exactly how things were going to be, I just couldn’t stare down the face of reality without satisfying my desires.
I took her to the bedroom and started removing her clothes. She was a radiant goddess in the moonlight, a glimmer of heaven that just couldn’t be ignored. By the time I crawled into bed on top of her, I was hard and focused on enjoying the moment. There was a hunger in her kiss and a lust in her eyes. She was no longer a timid virgin—she was a woman who needed the passion of our embrace.
Chapter 9: Heather
Shane seemed like an animal when he took me to the bedroom. I was so hungry for his touch that I didn’t care if it was gentle or rough—I just wanted him. I knew he didn’t want me to leave, and I really didn’t want to go, but it was too complicated to stay.
How can I explain it to him ?
I had enjoyed our time together and I wanted to be there with him, but the weight of my life was on my shoulders. I just wanted one more night, one more feeling of passion before we parted ways. When he descended between my thighs and I felt his cock against my pussy, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again, even if it was the last time.
The thoughts of what the sunrise brought evaporated as his cock entered my pussy. I reached out and clamped my hands behind his head, feeling the first thrusts. They hurt because my pussy was still sore and it was like a reflection of the storm in his eyes. Even though there was discomfort at first, it didn’t take long for his thrusting to start moving across my g-spot and bringing back the pleasure I craved.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and one on my ribs as he started to passionately drive his cock into me and my hips joined his thrusts, trying to keep up with his fury. I stared into his eyes, watching the storm continue to build behind his dark round orbs. He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me with a fervor that made me even more excited.
“Show me how much you want me.” I begged.
He took it as a sign to pick up the pace, and I was quickly overcome by the rapture of my body’s erupting pleasure. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them as he continued to fuck me. My mind flashed to all the moments we had together and I wondered how I would ever live without him.
There was so much I didn’t know about him and there was plenty he didn’t know about me, but none of that mattered when I was in his arms. Nothing seemed to matter except the moment we were in. I felt myself bouncing against the mattress as he moved inside of me, going deep with every thrust.
“Harder...” I squeezed his arms.
He slid his arms behind my back and lifted me up, leaning back on his knees. He used the tremendous strength in his legs to bounce me there against his hips and I could meet each thrust. When he slowed down, I took over, planting my feet on each side of his legs and wrapping my hands around his neck.
I lifted myself up and down, riding his cock like it was the only thing that mattered, because in that moment, it was. He leaned back further, letting my legs buckle at the knees so I was straddling him. His hands rested on my hips as I tried to satisfy the ache inside.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said. “I could stare at you forever.”
I couldn’t respond because my body was enthralled in the moment. The first sensations of an orgasm were starting to build. After I rode his cock for several minutes, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upwards. The pleasure was so overwhelming I sank down against his chest.
He wrapped one arm around my back and held my ass with the other as he drove himself into me. They felt like they were powerful enough to send me toppling off the bed if he wasn’t holding me so tight. The first sensation of orgasm quickly started to give away to a full-blown moment of bliss. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, getting harder as his panting growls gave way to exacerbated moans of pleasure.
Damn this is good...
I knew I didn’t have much left before I went over the edge, but it felt so amazing that I pushed for more. His powerful thrusts suddenly turned to quick ones and I couldn’t hold myself back. The tingling sensation gave way to spasms and then my whole body erupted in an orgasm.
My head rolled back and I let out a scream of pleasure. He started to pick up the pace with his quick thrusts as my pussy clenched his cock while I came.
“You feel so good.” He muttered as the first stream of cum erupted from his cock.
The lubrication of our combined excitement made it easier for him to slide inside of me, picking up the pace even more. I felt another orgasm coming and I just held on as he pummeled my pussy until it was complete.
Holy shit.
I was a blubbery, slobbering mess by the time it was done, especially as the remainder of his load came out in long streams while I erupted. I collapsed into his arms and felt the sticky sweat between us. The fire had warmed up the cabin a good bit, but our lovemaking had burned brighter than the inferno of the logs. We stayed there in silence, just enjoying the exhaustion of our embrace for what seemed like an eternity in the afterglow. I felt myself drifting away to sleep and I didn’t even care enough to move to the pillow—I just fell asleep in his arms. I didn’t wake up until the sun was already illuminating the cabin.
He was still asleep, still holding me. As much as I wanted to get up and see how the snow looked, I wanted to stay there more. I fell asleep again and was eventually awakened by the sound of breakfast and coffee going at the same time. I stumbled out of bed and walked to the window.
“I can see the road.” Those words would have been filled with excitement when I first got there, but they contained very little emotion after our time together.
“Yes.” He replied. “I called ahead on the radio and made sure your car was towed. They can get it running, but the window is going to have to wait. They’ll put some plastic on it so you can drive it if you want.”
“So, this is it.” I looked over at him.
Has he finally come to terms with the inevitability of my departure?
“Yes.” I could tell his mood was darker than what I had seen before.
I ate breakfast with him and had a couple of cups of coffee before making my way to the shower. I hoped he would join me, but there was no sign of him. The damp towel on the wall suggested he had showered before me and when I left the bathroom after I was done drying off, he was completely dressed.
So much for starting my last day with an orgasm.
I packed my bag, stuffing everything I had worn over the course of our time together inside of it. I would just have to deal with sorting the laundry when I got back home. There was very little hint of the man I had spent all my time with behind the coldness I felt as he helped me get everything into the truck.
I guess we’re done...
The town was alive with people, and I saw my car sitting in the parking lot of the gas station where the man on the radio said it would be. When we got closer to town, my phone erupted with nearly a hundred text messages and dozens of missed calls. The world was finally starting to catch up with me.
“I guess there is cell service here.” I stared at the screen and flipped through messages from my family and friends.
“Yes.” He nodded. “It’ll get better as you head north.”
“I’ll be up all night responding to these messages.” I put my phone in my lap and looked over at the gas station where I saw a number of people gathered. “Wow, I didn’t realize there were this many people in Wolf Creek.”
“What the fuck...” He tensed up as we turned into the parking lot of the gas station.
It was a strange sight when his truck came to a stop. It was like someone took a scene from Hollywood and dropped it right in the middle of Wolf Creek. I saw news vans, reporters, and all of them started pointing at me. There were several people who appeared to be locals, staring at the sight. Several people that appeared to be reporters ran up to the truck and camera lights started to flash.
“This is nuts. Who are all these people?” I stared at the crowd, which seemed to get larger as each second passed.
I pushed open the door and held my hand over my eyes as the cameras rapidly flashed. The ones that weren’t snapping pictures were videoing the entire thing. Microphones got shoved in my face and there was a roar as the questions just overlapped each other. Shane remained inside, a scowl across his face. I had no idea what was going on. People were talking over each other, pushing against the crowd to get closer to me—everyone seemed to know my name.
What the hell is going on?
I looked to Shane for comfort as I closed the door. He must have saw the panic in my eyes. He pushed his door open and weaved between the mob of reporters, pushing them aside to take me under his arm. We quickly walked towards the gas station and once we were past the mob, we ran the rest of the way. I could tell by the shock on his face that he was as surprised as I was. His eyes were wide and confused.
“Why are all those people here?” I took a step towards the window and stared at them.
“You’re a celebrity, ma’am.” A voice surprised me and I turned to see a man in overalls at the counter. “You’re safe in here though. I told them I’d get out my shotgun if they didn’t stay twenty feet from the gas pumps—unless they’re buying gas, of course.”
“A celebrity? What?” I walked towards him as he pointed at the television.
“It has been on the news all day. The girl that got lost in the snowstorm.” He looked over at Shane. “And the man who saved her from it. It’ll probably be good for business.”
“Fuck me...” Shane muttered angrily.
I stared at the television screen as a picture of me was shown. There was an aerial view of Wolf Creek covered in snow, and a circle around the spot where my car was. My friends were interviewed from their cabin, the destination I never arrived at, talking about how I was supposed to be joining them.
After they got their words in about how worried they were, the news anchor cut to my parents. My mother was crying and my father was as stoic as ever. They talked about being afraid something had happened to me—afraid I was dead. My mother started to gush her thanks to the mysterious Shane Black who saved me.
I bet neither of you would be thanking him if you knew what we did.
The reporter then started talking about Shane, showing an image of him that I didn’t recognize. He didn’t have a beard and he looked ten years younger. Several locals were interviewed and they talked about how nice he was and how he treated everyone with respect, even if he was a bit of a loner.
I wanted to be in Shane’s arms. I wanted to run away from it all. When I looked at him, I saw a different man staring back at me. He had a gaze on the screen that was filled with terror—it was almost like he had seen a ghost.
“I should go.” He gritted his teeth and looked at the door.
“Go?” I shook my head. “Not yet...”
“Heather.” He sighed. “Things are about to change. I want you to get in your car and I want you to drive. Don’t listen to the news. Don’t watch television. Just drive.”
I reached out for him, but he was already leaving me. He moved through the sea of reporters and got into his truck, driving away without even saying goodbye. I looked towards the man at the counter who just shrugged.
What the heck was that about? What was he afraid of?
“Can you take a credit card?” I dug into my purse and pulled out my wallet.
“Yes ma’am. Nobody seems to have cash anymore.” He chuckled.
“Thank you so much.” I slid my card across the counter to him.
“You got lucky. Your car didn’t get messed up too bad. I had to replace the radiator, but I had one in stock, so that was an easy fix. I filled it up with gas as well. You’ll need a window at some point, but the plastic will do for now.” He picked up my credit card and swiped it.
His words bounced around in my head, but they didn’t stick. I couldn’t focus on anything but Shane. Once my bill was paid, I battled my way through the reporters and got into my car, leaving them all behind as I started driving through the slush. I had no idea what Shane meant or why he had abandoned me like that, but I knew it had to be serious. Even though he warned me against it, I couldn’t help but turn on the radio.
I have to know. I can’t ignore it.
I fumbled with the stations until I found one broadcasting our story. It started off simple enough, a tale of a girl lost in the storm, and the man who saved her.
Then I got the shock of my life.
“Breaking news... We’ve learned that the hero of our last story, Shane Black, is a wanted man. Despite being young Heather Westbrook’s savior, he’s been taken into custody in Wolf Creek awaiting extradition. Six years ago, he was arrested for assault, attacking his ex-wife’s new boyfriend. Before he could face criminal charges, he fled. Authorities have been looking for him ever since. Wolf Creek Sheriff, James Anderson, apprehended him at his cabin without incident ...”
I turned off the radio and burst into tears.
NO! Fuck. This is all my fault.
Chapter 10: Shane
Fucking shit.
I swore I would never wear handcuffs again. As much as I wanted to run and as much as I wanted to fight for my freedom, I just couldn’t do it. There was a time when I would have loaded up every single one of my guns and fought to the death to avoid going back to jail, but I no longer craved death over incarceration.
Time to face the fucking music.
Incarceration would be temporary, but there was life on the other side, even if it wasn’t the one I truly wanted. I never dreamed when I went to save Heather that it would turn into a national news story. Even with that realization staring at me behind the iron bars of my cell, there wasn’t a damn thing I would have changed. I would have spent the rest of my life behind bars to keep her from dying in that storm.
I had one final pitch to throw at her before she drove way—one proposal that I hoped would change everything. All hope of making her mine for eternity faded when I saw that news story. I doubted she would even speak to me again when she saw the news story. Even if she made it home without turning on the radio, she was going to find out eventually. I just hoped she made it home safely before the illusion was shattered. It was easy to forget why I didn’t want to be found when she was in my arms, but I had been a fool to think she could be mine forever.
“I don’t like this.” I lifted my head when Sheriff James Anderson walked in
to view with a solemn look on his face. “You’re a fucking hero, Shane. That girl would be dead if it wasn’t for you. You have been nothing but a damn upstanding man since you moved here and I’m going to tell those motherfuckers that.”
“Thank you, Sheriff.” I nodded and sighed. “I made some mistakes a few years ago.”
One very big one—the one that would cost me my freedom.
“Fuck that. Every man watching the news knows they would be tempted to do the exact same fucking thing you did if they were in your situation. You had just found out he was fucking your wife before the divorce was even mentioned.” He spat at the floor.
“They would be tempted, but I actually did it.” I shook my head angrily. “Unfortunately, some of the charges and the medical conditions he claimed were just made up.”
“Yeah, I think anyone who heard them would believe that. If you could give a man permanent concussion symptoms and PTSD from one punch, I think you’d be a professional cage fighter with a championship belt around your waist. The story just makes him sound like a bitch. Try to get some rest. They’ll be here for you tomorrow.” Sheriff Anderson walked back towards his office.
I stretched out on the hard cot and stared at the ceiling. I hadn’t heard the latest news story about who I really was, but I could imagine what they were saying. I knew what I had done. I remembered every bit of it in vivid detail, from the anger I felt when I found out to the rage that engulfed me when I swung my fist in a blind attempt to quench my thirst for vengeance. It was like watching a movie in my head where the star was someone who looked like me, but had a completely different mentality on life than I did back then.
M ORNING CAME AND I was escorted to a police car by two officers with reporters all around me. Wolf Creek had never had the attention of the national media before and I hated being the one that brought the negative spin on what could have been a very positive boost in tourism. I hoped we would make the trek by car, but when the police car pulled into the airport, I knew they were taking me by plane.