by Candy Quinn
Of course, I knew something that could get this tough guy arrested. Could help clean this county up right here and now by just waiving the offer away and turning him in. Something, though, nagging at the back of my mind, was flirting with a different idea, and I was silent for a few moments.
“Don’t much matter,” I finally admitted, guilt burning in my chest as I decided to make myself an accessory to bootlegging. “We’re a small county, and when your truck backfired earlier, it was loud enough that they’ll have heard you from a mile around.”
I broke away from his gaze as I saw his face go still, and I kicked at the ground a little as I continued, “With a disturbance like that, I reckon the sheriff’s on his way already.”
The stranger stepped away, running a hand through his hair as he looked around, cursing under his breath. “Fuck, you sure about that?” He turned back to me with sudden suspicion and fired, “If you’re just trying to get me rattled—”
“I’d be doing a good job of it,” I found myself bold enough to laugh back, and before his face could go completely red I held up a hand and added, “but seriously, I dunno what’s the matter with your truck, but if you don’t want to spend the night in the county jail, mister…”
“Jason,” he half-growled, approaching me expectantly as I spoke.
“Jason. I don’t reckon I can fix up whatever’s wrong with your ride in this short a time, but you don’t have much more than ten minutes to disappear.”
He looked dumbfounded, and he put his hands behind his head, letting out a long, unhappy breath as he leaned against the truck.
I could read his thoughts on his face: do I believe the bitch and leave all my product behind, or do I not believe her and risk getting caught?
I figured that was the gist, anyway. Folks like him weren’t too polite even under the best of circumstances, and this one was already on edge.
Then his eyes got a fiery glint in them and he turned to me again, giving me a quick once-over.
“Hey, you are from that farm up the road, aren’t you?”
I cocked an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip, watching him warily, but nodding.
“Bet one of your barns has some room in it, huh?” Suddenly there was a boyish grin on his face, and mine flushed with anger at his suggestion.
“Now if you think,” I started angrily, wagging a finger, “if you think for one second I’m gonna let you park your booze-mobile on my land, you’ve got another thing comin’, stranger. ‘Sides, your truck ain’t goin’ nowhere, moonshine or no.”
“No, but you’ve got a truck.”
I was shocked by how forward he was being, glaring at him with both hands on my hips as he strode towards me with that wolfish look in his eye. What was he thinking, that I’d just let him stroll in and set up an operation on my land?
“Come on, now,” he lowered his already gravelly voice almost to a whisper, “what, the rest of the farmhands too righteous for that kind of thing? We could load all the booze onto your truck and park it somewhere quiet, nobody’d be the wiser.”
“No, it’s just me there.”
I don’t know why I told that to a stranger, much less a guy like this. I’d expected a ravenous glint in his eye at the discovery, but his expression just made it seem like he either already knew or didn’t care.
“Really? Just you, all by yourself?” He tsked and shook his head, “Must get awfully lonely—by yourself so far out in the country that a stranger’s car breaking down is enough to get you moving.”
I crinkled my nose at the condescending comment and crossed my arms. I opened my mouth to say something back, but instead I just turned and started marching back to my truck.
I didn’t need that kind of attitude from some city boy with the law on his tail.
“I’ll eat your pussy.”
I stopped. I blinked. I turned around slowly.
He was just standing there, all smoky green eyes, dusty jacket, and a face covered in stubble. I hadn’t even registered that I’d heard him right when I realized that my face was probably not looking as disgusted as I wanted it to. My mouth was just barely agape, and even as I looked at him as if he hadn’t spoken English, my cheeks were flushed red.
“Huh?” was all I managed.
“You took a look under my hood,” he said, striding towards me casually, knowing he’d struck a chord from the time he saw my face, “now let me take a look under yours.”
“Mister, uh…”
“Jason.” He had come close to me without my realizing. “It’s Jason Brewer.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I-I don’t…”
My mind was a jumble of thoughts. I should have been laughing off the man’s absurd offer and getting into my truck right now, and every part of me knew it. Well, almost every part, I realized as I moved my hips and felt a wetness between my legs I hadn’t noticed.
He’s right, said something at the back of my mind. It was unbearably lonely on the farm. I worked all day with no more company than the animals, and at the end of each day, I headed inside to an empty house, no other noise but my footsteps on the old wood.
But I was a good gal, like my folks always taught me. Still, there were plenty of nights I’d lain in bed, wishing there were somebody lying beside me, and still more nights I’d felt my own hand wandering down below my waist.
Guilt burned in me those nights, even as I comforted myself, and it burned just as much now as I realized I was actually considering his words.
I was a good girl…but it wasn’t like I hadn’t pictured a man with a strong jaw going to work on me before. I licked my lips as excitement tickled my womanhood and shame made my face go red.
“Okay.”
The word just kind of…spilled out of me. It was like someone else had said it through my mouth, but the next moment I was hauling moonshine into my truck.
Both of us moved fast. I was used to loading trucks fast, but I didn’t expect Jason to be so quick. He obviously had some experience with this kind of illicit work. Just what kind of criminal had I just invited to my farm—and between my legs?
I opened the truck door after we’d finished and sat down with my legs hanging out the side, my heart racing. Was I really about to go through with this? Help some stranger stash some contraband on my land and let him—
My thoughts were interrupted when Jason appeared at the open door, still catching his breath from hauling the jugs so quickly.
“Well,” I nodded to the passenger’s seat, “let’s get going, it’s just up the road, but the sheriff won’t be long now.”
“Think I owe you a little something first, miss.”
I blinked and stared up at him, and my face flushed. “Wh-? We don’t got time for that, and we can’t,” I stuck my head out the truck to peer down the road, “you can’t just do that out in the open like this, someone might see! Sheriff might pull up on us!”
“You sound like you like that idea,” he purred.
I huffed, unable to meet his eyes for a few seconds.
“You do still want this, don’t you?”
I finally turned my eyes to meet his, his expression full of hungry expectation. He already knew the answer to his own question. I wanted it.
God, I wanted it. But…did I really want it this way? My first time, in the middle of the road with a stranger? Did it even count as a first time if he did…what he said he would do? I didn’t know, and as I felt a knot in my throat, I realized that I didn’t care.
“Come on,” I breathed, and I clutched the side of the door as he went to his knees and started to undo the button on my shorts, strong hands helping me down to sit on the step bar.
His fingers were as deft with my clothes as his arms were with the moonshine. I felt my denim shorts being tugged down roughly in no time, the warm summer breeze tickling my suddenly exposed lips.
My heart fluttered. I’d never been exposed like this outside for as long as I could remember. And certainly never in any kind of situation like
this. I felt like there were eyes all around me, watching me reveal myself in front of a man I’d only met a few minutes ago. What in the hell was I thinking?
Warmth spread up through my body before he even touched anywhere near my privates. His big, rough hands held my hips as though he’d held them a hundred times before, and the low rumble from his chest told me he felt as hungry for me as he looked.
This man, this bandit who could throw me to the ground and take me any way he wanted me, was relishing the moment before I let him taste my cunt.
“I’ve been to a lot of little places like this around the South,” he murmured as he squeezed my ass, “but the hospitality down here is unlike any other.”
“C’mon, don’t keep me waiti-OH!”
I’d put my own fingers in my vagina plenty of times before, more times than I’d like to admit, but nothing, nothing felt like the strong jaw that pressed itself into my wet folds, and my whole body shuddered as his tongue gently massaged the outside of my pussy. It pressed up against my lips and wasted no time going in when he realized how soaking wet I was.
“Sweetheart,” he husked, “I didn’t know you were this ready to give a little love.”
“Keep doing it,” I whimpered, “and hurry, he’ll be here soon!”
Honestly, whether or not the sheriff was getting close wasn’t the foremost thing on my mind. From the moment his tongue touched me, I just wanted him closer, further inside me. I wanted to feel him comforting me the way I couldn’t do it myself.
I found myself letting my hand grasp at his hair, trying to press him into me harder as I started to rock my hips.
The next moment, he was moving his tongue in tandem with my rhythm. It felt like all of my muscles were unwinding, but shivers ran up my spine all at the same time.
I’d never even imagined that it could feel this way, and here it was, happening in plain sight for anyone to drive by and see.
He was exploring my body with his tongue, getting more acquainted with me in broad daylight than I’d been with my closest friends and the crushes I had. I kept rocking my hips further, wanting him deeper and deeper, but soon I felt him resisting, his tongue wandering away from the depths I wanted it in. I subtly tried to make him go deeper, but he gave a firm murmur when he felt me trying to change his direction.
Then my hand gripped the steering wheel, hard, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as Jason wrapped a hand around my back to keep me from falling backwards. He’d just stuck his tongue somewhere close to the outside of my cunt, up along the top, and whatever he’d just hit, the ecstasy that shot through my body was dizzying.
I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, and in the next instant my heart nearly stopped at the sound of a car approaching.
No, not now, any time but now, I begged as I felt sweat on my forehead. I was too out of it to look back, though, and to my horror, Jason wasn’t stopping.
What if it’s the sheriff? What if he pulls up and finds me like this? I’m practically a moonshiner now, and on top of that there’s a hardened criminal in my—
“Ahhh-AAAHHHHH!”
I fell backwards, laying down on the seat of my truck as an orgasm unlike any other I’d ever experienced boiled over and shocked my whole body.
My hand shoved Jason’s whole face into my pussy, my legs wrapped around his back and pulled him towards me as my muscles tightened, and I felt his hand covering my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks while I heard whatever car was rolling by drive past the truck.
My face burned like never before, even as the orgasm surged up from my pussy and into every limb. I probably knew whoever just drove by, and I’d just let out a loud shout while a stranger and criminal ate my pussy. What if their window had been down? What if they’d seen?
The sudden shocks that washed over my body told me those thoughts were only helping me along to even more orgasms—and Jason wasn’t letting up down there. If anything, he’d become more aggressive.
The criminal I’d let into my shorts was relentless in pushing me over the threshold of coming over and over again, his tongue doing more in minutes than my own fingers could in an hour. I lost track of how long the flicking and stroking went on, but by the time I finally felt utterly exhausted, I was sitting in the dirt on the ground.
Pushing him gently away from my sopping wet cunt, I hoisted myself up on the step-bar and stared into his eyes.
They were cocky. I was panting, my whole body glistening from what he’d just given me and my denim shorts still around my ankles, and the bastard was just looking right back at me with an easy confidence that made me want to cram him up against my cunt all over again. I’d never felt this relaxed in my life.
Then my heart missed a beat when I remembered that we must have been down there a long time, and my ears pricked at the sound of a car driving down the road around the corner in the distance.
Jason stood up suddenly. I wanted to reach up after him, drag him back down with me, but he pushed my hand down, suddenly alert to whatever was approaching.
Even as he wiped my cum from his face, I saw his hand go to the back of his belt and stay there, his hawkish eyes glaring out to the road as if he were a sentry looming over me.
“What the fuck, Jason, are you insane?!” I hissed, heart suddenly racing again as I realized he may well be reaching for a weapon. I hadn’t seen what was under his jacket, after all.
He shot me a look for half an instant, and at first I thought there was a threat in it, but then his hand slid back down and he walked around to the other side of the car.
“What’s your name?”
I blinked, dumbfounded, before it dawned on me that I hadn’t even told this guy who I was.
“Heather,” I finally said, “Heather Bradley.”
“Get in the car, Heather,” he ordered in a firm but commanding voice, “and don’t take off too fast, but do it quick.”
I sprang to my feet and pulled my pants up, cursing under my breath. The keys were still in the ignition, so I cranked the engine and took off before Jason even had time to shut the passenger-side door.
By the time we were turning into my driveway, I just saw the front bumper of the sheriff’s car turning onto the street.
Chapter 2
What kind of man did I just let under my roof? The thought couldn’t stop running through my head after we’d hidden the truck in the barn.
He’d been ready to pull a gun on a lawman. He was scruffy, pierced, and tattooed, and he was a moonshiner to boot. And in the span of about fifteen minutes, I’d agreed to hide his contraband and let him do things to me no man had ever done before.
Ain’t the kind of man I raised you to let into your life, I could hear my Pa’s voice in my head. But here we were, sitting in the kitchen and sharing some of the moonshine Jason had promised over dinner.
I put on an air of authority while we were in the house. He might have gotten to me outside, but here, he was in my domain. I had some dignity, after all.
I was at the table, leaning back in my chair with my dinner with my feet kicked up on the table. He sat on the counter, on display up there like a statue. Even though he was across the room, I felt like he was looming over me.
“Surprised you manage this place, all by yourself and all,” he finally spoke after a long silence between the sounds of our eating. “Tough gig, all for a gal like you.”
“Little more to it than just running booze,” I shot back, and he actually met my gaze. I’d expected him to be taken aback by the pushback, but there was something else in his eyes I couldn’t place.
“Little more to moonshining than you’d think, sweetie,” he chuckled, “but I know you aren’t the type to know much about that.”
“Not the type?”
“Running this whole farm all by your lonesome, but nobody’s ever given you the kind of attention I did before? Yeah, you ain’t the type.”
I half-choked on the sip of alcohol I was taking and flushed. “What? What mak
es ya think that was my—”
He gave me a look that saw through the bluff even I didn’t buy. Settling down, I huffed and attacked my fried chicken again a little more aggressively.
“I’m just foolin’.” I could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Hard-working gal like you is probably overdue for some well-deserved ‘R&R’ anyway, in a small town like this.”
I didn’t respond for a while as I finished off my dinner, but I took a long swig of the last of the moonshine he’d given me. Brazen as he was, I had to admit he had some fine product; it tasted like blueberry pie.
“You’ll need to take off at the crack of dawn,” I said curtly, “I’ve got a delivery coming early, and they’ll start asking questions if they catch the likes of you around here. I’ll patch up whatever’s the matter with your truck, and then you get gone, hear?”
My drawl had a habit of coming out a little strong when I was on edge, and I could see by his crack of a smile that he’d picked up on it.
“Yes m’ayam, I’ll be gone like a tumbleweed in a gold rush,” he imitated the accent with a heavy drawl, and I was already storming out of the room halfway through, face flushed. Why did I ever offer this asshole a hand?
Chapter 3
It rained that night. I stood at the windowsill of my room, barefoot in the same white nightgown I’d worn since I was a teenager.
I ran my hand along the hand-carved frame while listening to the soft patter of the rain outside. The whole house had been made by hard-working, honest folk who led honest lives. My parents had brought me up to be one of them, too.
I still was, wasn’t I?
Why was I feeling like I’d taken a sledgehammer to everything my parents tried to build in me by bringing this bootlegging city-slicker into the house? He was only going to be here for one night, I reminded myself.
But what happened by the truck…what was I supposed to make of that? Every time I thought about it, I felt a kind of burning I wasn’t used to. It was like I was ashamed of what I’d done, but I kept wondering whether it could happen again.
