by M. K. Gilher
"You said no more secrets."
"I did, and I will tell you. I wanted you to heal first." I place the cup of water and the pill bottle on the nightstand. "Fuck! There's never a good time." I run my hands through my hair. "I never know where to start."
Ivy peers up at me as I stand beside the bed, her voice soft and patient. "Did you make a deal with Uncle Bernie to stay away from me?"
Christ. She already knows anyway. I guess the beginning is the best place to start.
I gaze into her soulful eyes. "When I was eighteen, I took my stepfather's vintage red Mustang for a joy ride. I was sleeping in the backseat when a girl with beautiful hair jimmied the lock and hot-wired the car."
Her eyes widen, and she pulls in a breath. "She did?"
"Yes, she was terrified and driving like a maniac. I popped up from the backseat and scared the shit out of her. We almost crashed."
Her hand flies to her heart. "The boy in the backseat… He was… You're him?" Her pitch rises as she speaks.
"Yes. And I fell in love with you the moment I saw your angelic face."
"You fell in love? With me?"
I nod and close my eyes. She'll finally know me again. This must be the anticipation a parent feels when they sneak to place a giant box filled with a coveted gift under the tree. Oh god, I hope she likes what's inside.
"It was so long ago." Her eyes grow hazy. "I wondered what happened to you after we got arrested. I asked the commissioner about you. He said you were long gone."
"I was. I left."
"But you came back?"
"I did. I shouldn't have done it. I promised Bernard I wouldn't contact you. But I had one infinitesimal window to be with you, and I was a selfish prick. I drove back to see if you were there. I got lucky and found you waiting for Viktor on the bench outside the station. You were huddled up in my jacket."
"The jacket. Yes. I remember the clerk gave me a leather motorcycle jacket. I thought it was a mistake, but she said a young man insisted it was mine. I still have that jacket."
"I know." I take her hand in mine. "So, I saw you were cold and sitting alone outside the station. I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I just wanted to keep you warm until Viktor got released."
Her eyes flash with recognition. "My heart leaped out of my chest when you stepped out of that Mustang and told me to get in. Didn't you try to bribe me with a box of doughnuts on the roof?"
"I spent my last forty bucks on that box."
"You didn't need to sweeten the deal. I thought you were the hottest guy I'd ever seen. I sprinted to your car without a glance back at the courthouse or a thought of Viktor."
I sit facing her with one knee on the bed. Damn, her smile was riveting as she ran down the steps to the Mustang, her wild hair flying behind her.
"Do you remember where I took you?"
"A big field?"
"Yeah. A drop zone near Frank's hangar."
***
Jacade
"Cold?"
She shakes her head and shivers as she pulls my jacket tighter around her. I pop the trunk of the Mustang. Bingo! A blanket. I walk to the front of the car and fan it out on the grass.
"Join me."
She sits Indian style next to me and peers into the box of pastries I place in the center of the blanket. "I thought these were doughnuts. But they're desserts. Fancy desserts!" She reaches for a chocolate-covered strawberry.
"Only the best for you." I hand her a half-pint carton of milk with a plastic straw.
We eat in silence, keeping a careful distance between our knees. I tap my finger on my milk and steal furtive glances at her.
She's off-limits.
Shit. Heldman will kill me if I touch her.
She stares at her lap and tries to hide behind her hair, but the stars emit enough light to highlight her delicate nose, her pouty lips.
"Thanks for the jacket," she says softly.
"You're welcome."
"And thank you for trading places with me tonight when the cop pulled us over."
"Not a problem. You're too sweet to go to jail."
"I'm glad they let me go."
"Me too. The cops treat you okay?"
"Yeah. The creepazoid commissioner tried to put his hands in my pants. He got all pissy when I fought him off."
Bastard. I heard that prick Boothby in the bathroom bragging about giving her shit.
"He's a dick," I say.
"Yeah, he's a dick wrapped in a douchebag tortilla topped with fiery asshole sauce."
"True."
Our laughter evaporates into the still night air. I gaze up at the powdered sugar sprinkling of stars peeking through the clouds. "So, did they call your parents?"
"No. My parents are dead. I ran away from my foster home a few months back."
"Oh." She's a runaway? Why didn't the old man tell me? "Is that guy Viktor your boyfriend?"
Her hair swishes against the blanket as she shakes her head. "I don't know him that well."
Fucking Heldman is a scumbag liar.
She gathers her hair and tosses it behind her back. She leans forward, and her shiny locks slowly cascade over her shoulders to block her face from me again.
"You have really pretty hair."
"I do?" She looks up at me with wide, round eyes. Her fingers inch closer to mine.
I swallow hard, wiping my clammy hands against my jeans.
"Yeah. When I first saw you, I was blown away." I angle my torso toward her, brushing my shoulder against hers.
"You were?"
"I still am." I press my pinkie finger to the side of her hand. A frisson of electricity sparks up my arm.
Her breath catches as her gaze falls to our point of connection. She felt it too. She glances at me and bites her lower lip. I give her a half-smile and a light squeeze with my hand.
"You still cold?" My voice breaks.
"No."
"Yeah, right. I see you shivering. Come here." I twist toward her and open my legs, nodding to my lap for her to get closer.
She scooches in front of me without looking up. I grab the edges of the blanket and wrap us up with my arms crossed over her chest. She grabs my forearms with her hands.
I rest my chin on top of her head and inhale her vanilla scent. Mmm, she smells like an angel. The warmth coming off her seeps into the tight space between us. Her soft hair rubs my neck and arms.
"Why did you run away?"
Her shoulders drop. "This time it was drugs. I delivered a package, but the guy didn't give me the money I was supposed to collect. When I came back empty handed, my foster dad lost it. He came at me fast with his fist in the air, but I high-tailed it and ran. I always run before they can hurt me. I'm eighteen now. I'm not going back."
Wow. She's much more comfortable talking when she can't see my face. "Why did you steal the car?"
"Viktor took the Corvette first. He said I could live with him at his farmhouse if I stole the Mustang. He taught me the trick with the drill." Her voice trails off.
"You ruined my stepdad's ignition."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I'll fix it." I rub her upper arms and wrap my legs around her curvy hips. "Are you gonna stay with Viktor at his farmhouse after he gets released?"
"I don't know."
"Do you have anywhere else to go?"
"No."
We embrace in silence for a while, listening to the rustling wind, the crickets, the unidentifiable noises of the outdoors at night.
"I wish I could take you home with me, but I can't. My stepdad's a mean drunk. It's not safe for you there."
"Why don't you run away?"
"I stayed to help my mom. Not sure how much good I did, but at least he hasn't killed her. He shot me once, though."
"Oh my god, he did?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. I'm getting the hell outta here now."
"Where are you going?"
"Away—to school. I'm gonna make something of myself."
"
Oh." Her back rounds against my chest as she slouches.
"You going to college?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
Not the best answer.
"You should. It's important. Don't let those assholes at your foster home hold you back."
"Okay."
She yawns, and I glance at my watch. "It's four am. We should get some sleep."
"Oh, okay."
"I'm gonna say one more thing first."
"What?"
My hands skim the bottom of her breasts as I wrap my arms around her waist. I rest my chin on her shoulder and press my lips to her ear. "I will have you someday."
Her back shoots ramrod straight. She angles her face toward me. "Have me now."
"No," I say through gritted teeth.
"Oh. I see."
She pulls away, but I tighten my hold. She doesn't see shit. Fucking Heldman.
"It's not that I don't want to. I mean, you're gorgeous. It's just that… Well, I shouldn't. You're not mine to take."
"Why not?"
"You…" Shit. What can I tell her? "I have nothing to offer you."
"I don't need anyone to take care of me. I'm strong. I can handle myself on the street."
"I believe you, but we still shouldn't."
She drops her head and pulls away again. I let her go this time. She spins and stares into my eyes, her brow furrowed.
"What?" I ask her with a laugh.
Her lips twist into a devilish smile, and she looks around us. She jumps me, wrapping her arms over my shoulders and her legs behind my back. Her tits bump my chin.
"Ahh! What the hell?" I support her with my palms on her spine, squeezing my fingers to her skin through the fabric of her hoodie.
She giggles, pressing her hands on my shoulders to push me to my back. Her hair falls forward, concealing us in a private teepee. I stare at her stunning smile.
My hands grope the curves of her backside. Man, her ass is as lush as I thought it would be.
I roll us so she's lying flat on her back and hover my body above hers. I stay like that for a long time, memorizing the rounds of her cheeks, the shape of her eyebrows, the shadow of her thick lashes.
"You're beautiful," I say to her, running my hands through her hair.
Gravity slowly pulls my hips to hers. She arches her neck and purses her lips with her eyes closed. "Kiss me."
I should resist, but the pull of this girl is irresistible. I have to kiss her or I'll die. I press a hint of my lips to hers and taste her. So soft and warm. She grasps my head and tugs me closer.
"I can't," I squeak out. "We shouldn't."
"It's just a kiss."
She pokes the tip of her tongue out and licks my lips. Our tongues meet, and I taste strawberry and chocolate.
"Mmm, you taste good," I say against her lips.
The thick fabric of my jeans makes a scratching sound as I mash my hips to hers. I slide the length of my rock-hard cock up and down against the juncture of her legs once and stop.
"Do that again." She spreads her legs, and my hips fall deeper between them.
I dry hump her like a dog in heat. She plants her feet, grinding her mound against my cock. Thank fuck I jacked off in the john earlier or I'd come in my pants. I grasp her head and forge deeper into her mouth. She makes little whimpering noises that drive me crazy. The cold night disappears, and her hot body writhing under mine becomes the nucleus of my universe.
I work my hands under her hoodie and lift the fabric, maneuvering down to kiss the soft, warm skin of her flat stomach. My nose nudges the swell of her tit.
"Are you a virgin?" I ask, raising my head to watch her response. She stills and looks to the side. "It's fine. It's okay. I just need to know."
She peers down at me. "Yes. I've never even had an orgasm with a boy before."
"Ungh!" I scrape my hands through my hair. Damn. She's a virgin. Her fucking tits and breathy sighs are begging me to take her, but I can't.
I bury my face in her neck and hair. "You're driving me insane." I talk softly in her ear as my body ruts against her.
Her toes pull at my jeans at the backs of my thighs. She works them down to the top of my ass.
Shit. I gasp as my dick pokes the strung-tight fabric of my boxers above the waistband of my jeans.
I grind closer and harder, trying to burrow into her pussy through her skintight cotton pants. I hook the tip of my boxer-covered cock precisely into the groove of her opening. She goes wild trying to force my dick in through our clothes.
Please, god, let this fabric stretch one centimeter more, so I can get deeper.
My frantic humping forces the tip of my dick through the flap in the front of my boxers. I freeze and squeeze my eyes shut. She reaches down and caresses my rubbed-raw head with her soft, gentle fingers.
"Please," she begs. "I want it to be you." She pinches the tip of my dick and tugs on it.
"No." My breaths are heavy on her lips. "No, no, no, no, no." I need my brain to get the fuck out of my dick.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
"We can't. I have nothing."
"I don't need anything. Just you." Her pleading shoots straight to my cock.
"No. I have to leave you. I can't take that from you and leave."
"Take it. And stay."
"I can't. I have to go."
She kicks off her shoes and reaches down to slide her pants off along with underwear. She tosses her clothes beside us on the blanket. The sight of her sweet, virgin cunt glistening and waiting for me boggles my mind.
"Christ," I mutter.
Fuck it! I want this girl, and she's offering herself to me. I'm taking it. No fucking deal can stop me.
I press my back to the blanket and raise my hips to grab a condom from my wallet in my back pocket. My jeans and boxers slide off easily, and I kick them to the side. I roll back onto her and nestle my dick in the heat between her thighs.
"God. Fuck." My gloved cock teases her opening.
She wraps her legs around my back and nudges the backs of my thighs with her feet, urging me to continue the rutting we did with our clothes on.
"I don't wanna hurt you." I jab her with enough pressure to grant my head access to her entrance.
She grunts and tilts her hips. Her tight heat grips my tip and begs to suck me in. I push against her resistance until the head of my dick slips inside her. She gasps and scrunches her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Yes. Keep going."
I work my cock to the base, trying not to hurt her. "Fuck. So tight. So wet."
I'm inside her. She's mine.
My Ivy.
I withdraw my length to the tip and glide back in slowly. Her hot wetness coats me in heaven.
Magnificent.
She groans and grabs my ass, pulling me into her again.
"You still okay?"
"Yes. It feels good. More."
I pump faster into her, and she makes low, rasping sounds with each thrust. Balancing my weight on my left arm, I lift her hoodie higher and grab her boob, pinching her nipple through her thin bra. She arches her back, forcing more of her tit in my hand. I should touch her clit, but I can't fucking concentrate. I bury myself inside her and stay planted, reaching my right hand between us to find the top of her mound.
She holds her breath and stiffens beneath me as my fingertips circle her clit. Her breathing grows ragged and she opens her mouth, grunting out a silent moan. Her walls clench around my dick. I bite my lower lip, fighting the urge to slam into her.
"Oh… my…" She pants hot breaths on my neck.
That's right, Ivy. Your first climax during your first fuck, and I gave it to you. Never forget it.
I wait until her muscles relax and her orgasm wanes. I piston into her, trying to go slow, but it feels so goddamn good. Her hips meet mine with a slap.
Shit. I'm not going to last. Please. Not so soon.
But it's unstoppable. A powerful cyclone rises up from deep in my balls and
blasts through me. I come inside her with a long, deep groan. My hips keep pumping to prolong it as long as possible. I lower my head to her chest and listen to her heart pitter-patter like a hummingbird in a cage.
My sweet Ivy gave herself to me. I was her first. No one else will ever have that with her.
I raise my head to take in the serenity on her face. Her closed eyes, her partially open mouth, her hair an array of spun silk on the blanket. I breathe against her lips. "I'll always remember you like this."
She whimpers as she squeezes me tight with her arms and legs and her tight pussy.
I pull out and toss the tied condom. We arrange our bodies so her head is on my chest and she's draped over my side. I wrap us up inside the blanket and caress her arm.
"You're beautiful, you know," I whisper in her ear.
"Thank you. You are too." She smiles up at me.
"Let's get some sleep."
"Okay."
***
Jacade
The drone of a plane overhead wakes us before dawn. I kiss her until her eyes flutter open, rubbing my naked legs against hers for warmth.
"Where are we?" she asks me with sleepy eyes.
"This is a landing zone for parachuters. We'd better get out of here before someone drops in on us and sees a part of you I don't want anyone else to see."
We don't talk as I drive her back to the police station. I park in front of the bench she waited on hours before.
She glances from the bench to me, but I can't look at her. She pulls her feet up to the seat and crawls toward me. I stop her by gripping her shoulders. She pushes against my hold until I give in and her mouth reaches mine.
She peppers my face with kisses. "Please. Please. Please."
I mash my lips together and hold my breath. Tears drip from her eyes and make our kisses wet like we are standing in the rain kissing goodbye.
"Please. Take me with you," she begs.
God. I wish I could give you what you want, baby. More than anything. "I can't," I say with my jaw clenched. "Just go. For now."
"For now?"
"I'll be back." I stare out at the darkness before the dawn.
"Men don't come back."
I turn my gaze to hers. "I will. As soon as it's possible, I'll come for you." I try to keep my voice strong to reassure her.
"How will you find me?"
"I'll find you." Through Heldman.
