“I do,” she says. “You’re lucky I can’t resist this cock.”
She runs her hands over each pivot of muscle.
She was born to fuck me. Her mouth says it all.
When she pulls away, I’m hungry for her pussy. I move toward that cunt, and lap at it like the dog I am. I’m messy, I’m crazy, and I eat her like there’s a gun to my head.
Her taste makes my cock go crazy. In the ocean, sharks taste blood and need more. In the desert, I taste Caroline’s peach, and I need her all fucking night.
I unfolding her like a flower. Soon enough, I have four fingers inside her, and she’s riding my hand like a fucking joystick.
I rub my cock against her clit, and she moans, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked a woman before.”
I smile and look down at her wet mess of a pussy. Normally I’d have to spit to get myself inside a woman. With her, she’s just ready to go.
I kiss each tit, tonguing her tight nipples. I kiss and feel them drag across my lips. “God damn, woman,” I groan, eagerly.
She strokes my cock and places it against her pussy lips. Sensually, I eye her and thrust forward. “Look at me,” I whisper.
Her eyes focus on mine. I kiss her deeply and push deep inside, feeling her walls form around my shaft. Every nerve down there goes insane. “It’s just us, baby,” I moan.
“Yes,” she says. “Fuck me harder. I want to know how much this means to you.”
I buck right through her. “Your pussy drives me fucking crazy.”
Her back hits the bedpost, and she smiles. “I said, harder.”
I smash her body against the wood so hard the bed hammers against the wall.
“Even harder,” she says, placing around her throat. I squeeze gently, and she smiles. “There we go.”
I constrict her. I use my body to trap her, completely.
I own her pussy. It’s mine. And when this war is over, I’ll get it every fucking night.
I twist on my back, bring her up to ride me. I make her work for her release.
Her body trembles. She gives me that wide-eyed, shattered look. Her pussy clenches around my cock, tighter than ever before, and I’m feeling like I’m going to blow.
She looks into my eyes and whispers, “Not yet, sir.”
I keep thrusting. There’s no stopping. I’m wet. She’s wet. We’re both dripping with raw desire, and I don’t give a fuck who is listening at the door.
I let it all out.
I come inside her, feeling my whole fucking body seize with adoration and a deep emotional pleasure. She looks into my eyes, and even though I’m somewhere outside of space and time, I know she’s right there with me.
We’re both coming. But I’m not fucking finished. Not yet. She turns me on way too fucking much.
I bring her close, tits against my face. I close my eyes and feel the taut skin drag across my lips and tongue. She smells so fucking good. She feels like heaven. When we kiss, her lips taste like cinnamon and sugar.
Doesn’t matter how many times I spill my seed, I remain hard. I’ve never had this much desire for one person before, but here I am, completely obsessed with someone.
We are animals. At the end of the day, that’s all we are.
She falls from me, and we temporarily disconnect. She grabs the bed post and pushes her back down for me, turning her head.
“Fuck me, doggy style,” she says, smiling.
Her eyes are dark. She wants to be bad. She’s come over to the dark side.
“You’re just about perfect, aren’t you?” I grab her ass and kiss her cheeks.
Her skin is so soft, like silk. Her thickness is perfect ,and how a woman should feel.
I should marry this woman. If I have half a brain, I’ll dedicate the rest of my life to fucking this pussy raw.
I rub my cock against her lips, and she purrs like a cat. “Don’t tease me,” she smiles. “Put it back inside.”
I smack her ass three times. Finally, I slide back in. I’m the luckiest guy in the universe right now, and everyone in the compound knows it.
Hard and deep, I make sure she feels me. She gives it right back. Her ass smacks against my pelvis, pussy closing in around me. She’s suffocating my cock. How can a man come back from something like this?
He can’t.
Right now, her warmth is everything I need.
I grab her waist and mount her hips. Standing on that bed, I take her from behind.
Her moans fill the room. With each push, she gets louder. Finally, she loses her grip and falls forward, against the mattress.
I have to hold her ass in the air to keep her steady because she’s coming again.
She’s gone quiet, but every so often, I can hear her breathing in deep and quick breaths. I can feel her body clenching around my cock.
She starts to writhe against the bed, pulsating from the shock of another orgasm.
Seeing her in this state always make me lose my shit. I love seeing a woman enjoying me. Destroyed by me.
Kissing down her spine, I feel the weight between my legs hit me again. I pull out, but to my surprise, she forces me in her mouth.
I give her all my come. Like a trooper, she slowly drags her lips down, taking every pump of hot seed.
I make sure she swallows.
“All gone,” she says, kissing my lower body.
I stand in shock.
This woman is insane. Something must have happened to her down in that cellar because this is not the woman I met a week ago. This is some life changing shit.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, mimicking Jeffco’s earlier question.
I’m panting for air. My chest rises and falls. I grab her and bring her close to me.
Her pussy brushes my thigh. It makes me incredibly hard again, but I know if I fuck her a third time, I might have a Goddamn heart attack.
“I’m your girl,” she says, kissing my cheek.
My girl, huh? Guess I’ve got my work cut out for me.
22
Caroline
He keeps calling me his “Caroline Peach.” I have no idea what it means, but I like hearing it.
Rowan sits, eating a ripe piece of fruit at the table. Juice falls down his chin, but he just smiles at me, eyes staring at mine.
I keep picturing him below me, as I lower my peach down onto his face, juice dripping down his chin.
The way he eats me is like no other. And though he can be an ass, I can’t stop letting him lick me to completion.
There’s a new kind of emotion in the compound. Everyone has started to look at me differently. I get the idea that if I wasn’t here, things would be running a lot more, well, smoothly.
I walk into the living room, and all the guys are watching TV, smoking cigarettes, and getting drunk. All eyes immediately turn toward the bottom of my dress.
“Alright, enough staring,” I say. “I thought I was one of you now.”
“Honey, you can be whatever you want as long as you stand near me,” one of the guys says to me.
The rest of the men laugh as I turn beet red. I walk back into the kitchen and sit on Rowan’s lap.
Truth is, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’ve practically given up trying to understand what to do with my life next.
As of right now, we’re all prisoners. The Hunters are on the prowl, waiting for their chance to face Rowan. So, for now, I’m one of the guys.
I hate it.
“I think your friends are distracted by me,” I say, adjusting my breasts against the dirty dress I’m stuck in.
Rowan reaches his hand up the back and slips two fingers inside me, pressing against my g-spot, tenderly.
He whispers in my ear. “Do you blame them?”
My jaw falls open as he fingers me, kissing my neck gently. “You’re a complete liability,” he says.
Iago walk in and grabs a beer from the fridge. Rowan doesn’t give a shit. The dress conceals his hand, and Iago has no idea w
hat’s going on.
Rowan steadily presses my buttons. His thumb plays with my clit, working me until I’m twitching against him. I close my eyes and feel the warmth flood my body, down and out.
It moves toward my cheeks and, finally, my thighs begin to shake. He presses my spot again, and I can’t take it. My toes curl and goosebumps poke around my skin.
He spanks my ass and lifts me back onto the ground, kissing my shoulder. “You’re fun,” he whispers.
I can barely speak, let alone react.
“Iago,” Rowan says, hopping out of his seat. “What’s the plan?”
“Hell if I know,” he says. “I was planning on getting drunk, myself.”
Rowan opens the drapes to the window and looks out. He doesn’t seem to see anyone. There’s just the idea that someone is waiting.
Kaine. Leader of the Hunters.
Jeffco sighs loudly and stretches. “I want to head home,” he says. “I miss my bar. I miss that whole town. Fuckin’ Andy…”
The whole place gets really quiet.
On the TV, the president is talking about possible foreign invaders, but we’ve got bigger problems here at home. We’ve got the worst of the worst coming after us, and our people are getting killed left and right.
Our people. Shit, I’m starting to sound like them.
It’s hard to forget that Jeffco once put a gun to my face. I used to hate that I was so forgiving and weak. I felt like people took advantage of me, and that I was never going to do anything with my life because of it. Maybe I was right. I’m not too sure anymore.
I’ve changed.
Even when there’s darkness around me, I still feel like I’m carrying a light to shine over the path.
I don’t know if I’ll make it out alive. But I don’t worry as much anymore. One look at Rowan’s biceps, and I know he’s the best man to protect us. He’s smarter than the rest of the guys. He’s always thinking outside of the box.
He’s my man.
“We need to start planning,” Rowan says. “We can’t just stay in here forever.”
“This isn’t our fight,” one of the men says. “From what I heard, this is all your fault, brother.”
Rowan grows tired of this kind of talk, fast. “It’s everyone’s fight. If you don’t realize that, you’re going to get killed out there. The Hunters broke the sacred pact between the gangs of the four corners. We set these rules in place to keep our lives running smoothly,” he says.
“The way I see it, the rules are outdated,” the man says, brushing his unkempt beard aside. “Every gang for themselves is what I say.”
Iago turns the TV off and jumps up from the couch. “What did you just say?” he asks the man.
The man stands his ground, but in his eyes, he’s reaching. He knows he’s spoken out of turn and needs to rectify the situation. “I just mean, why are we listening to this man? He comes in our compound with his little girlfriend and barkeep, and thinks he can get us to fight his battles? Fuck that, man. I ain’t doing it,” he says.
Iago knocks him in the jaw and jumps on top of him, gripping his vest to bring him in for another hit.
Iago knocks him out, clean.
“That man and barkeep over there started this shit,” he growls at him. “Back before you were even rolling with any crews. Remember where you came from. You were nothing before you joined us. And we were nothing before the High Priests. Now, do you want to keep talking shit or do you want to stand up and get rid of our enemies?”
The man can barely get out a word. He spits out a tooth and nods. “I’m… sorry,” he says. “I want to fight.”
“That’s what I thought,” he says, letting go of the man’s vest. Iago turns and faces his crew. “Anybody else got an issue?”
The entire room is silent. “Good. This isn’t a war. It’s a dispute. I want you to get that in all your heads. The Hunters have to go. They don’t have a place in the future of our businesses,” he says.
Rowan nods. “I’m not coming here to tell you what to do,” he says. “I came here because a friend of mine lost his life. We were ambushed by police during a deal. They took it as a personal attack, but we all know the cops kill whoever they want to kill. They’re just another gang for the U.S. Government.”
The room rallies around that sentiment, but Rowan isn’t done talking. “They killed my best guy, Ash. They killed him, and they killed Andy last night. They’ll kill all you too if you don’t fight. That’s all I gotta say.”
I watch as each man in that room stands up and grabs his rifle. They all nod in agreement, grumbling to themselves.
One man says, “Any enemy of the High Priests is my enemy.”
Another says, “I won’t sit by and let the Hunters take control of this land. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll die protecting any one of my brothers of the four corners.”
There’s a new air in the room, and it feels like triumph. Although, I have to wonder, what is the end game of all of this? What’s the real plan?
I grab Rowan and take him outside, while the men start to celebrate in the other room.
“What are we really doing here, Rowan?” I ask him. “Have you given a thought to any real plan?”
He sighs and drinks a beer he grabbed on the way outside. “I’ve got nothing,” he says. “My plan in the beginning was to hide out for as long as I could. Obviously, that plan has to change. We can’t go back from where we came from. I can’t head home to the High Priests either. I think I know that now.”
“So we fight?” I ask him.
“Not yet,” he says.
“Then what the hell do we do? ‘Cause I have to tell you, I don’t want to stay here for the rest of my life, Rowan,” I say, feeling concerned about everything. “I want a future for myself.”
“You mean, you want to go back home to Pennsylvania,” he says, angrily taking another drink. His eyes pierce through mine, and I take a step back.
“I never said that,” I whisper.
But he can read me better than I can read myself. I feel at home now, sure. But how will I feel about living this kind of a life ten years from now? Will I have the heart to stick around?
If I’m being honest with myself, the answer is no.
“It’s in your eyes,” he says. “I see it. You’re homesick. You hate this place. You’ve hated it from the beginning.”
“I haven’t, Rowan,” I say. “I’m not leaving.”
But he’s right. I miss the trees. I miss the green grasses in front of the brick homes. I miss waking up every morning to coffee and the morning paper, and I miss running in the cold weather.
I start to remember everything about Pennsylvania. My cold nose, my comfy home, my stupid, horrible ex-husband…
This was supposed to be a seasonal retreat. I thought it would spiritually align me with better forces. But I’m always in the wrong place, wrong time.
I take another step back, and I can see that Rowan looks betrayed. “Stop looking away from me,” he says with burning passion.
“What? Are you going to hit me?” I ask him. “Then, do it.”
All the rage inside him leaves him almost instantly. “Hit you? What the hell are you talking about? I would never hit you, Caroline,” he says, calmly taking a step back as well.
At this point, we’re probably five feet away from each other. The distance is apparent.
Just like that, I’ve gone too far.
“This is beyond fucked up,” he says, turning around. “I don’t hit women, and I don’t want to deal with your allegations. I’m going back inside. There’s bigger fish to fry right now. Goodnight, Caroline. I hope you can find your way back home, back to your little safety net.”
“It’s not a fucking safety net—” I say, but the door slams shut, and I’m stuck, dealing with my own emotions outside.
I pick up a rock and throw it as hard as I can, further into the yard. It hits the dirt. For a moment, the crickets stop chirping.
Rowan dug thro
ugh me like a psychoanalyst would. He knew what I wanted before I did.
I want to go home. We all do. Only, I want something different than what these guys want.
I know I said I was his girl, but how can I be when he’s a full-blown gang member.
Tonight, I’ve got a lot of things to think about.
I need to find a way back home.
23
Rowan
I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t trust her.
When I think about Caroline, I feel sick to my stomach. How can she even accuse me of being violent toward another woman?
Never in my life would I lay a hand on someone like her. I may be a criminal, but I’m not pure evil. I’m not a psychopath. I’m just a man who had a hard upbringing, a man that’s trying to make his way in the world.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
I thought she was my girl. I thought she was in this with me, together. Instead, she’s just some frigid woman who got mixed up in some bad shit.
I don’t know what to do about her. Maybe we should have kept her locked up all along.
Maybe it’s time I leave here, on my own. I keep wondering if I am getting everyone mixed up in my shit for no reason. Should I just get it all over with and sacrifice myself before another innocent person dies?
When I’m back inside, I sit next to Jeffco and Iago. I take another sip of beer and slam the glass on the table.
All eyes on me.
“Jesus, man,” Jeffco says. “What is going on with you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“Who fucking knows,” I mutter under my breath. “I don’t know what I’m even doing anymore.”
“Women problems getting you down?” Iago asks me. I hate his smile right now. I want to knock him in the face for making a joke out of all of this.
“Seriously, what are we even doing?” I ask them.
“We’re taking back our business,” Jeffco says. “You just gave that big speech to everyone. You know what we’re doing. Why are you even asking?”
“I don’t know,” I mutter. “I just feel like I’ve involved everyone in this when it’s no one else’s problem. My gang is done. I have no home anymore. Why involve you guys too?”
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