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The corners of my mouth curled, and I stifled a full smile as I did what he told me to do.
“The only sounds you’re allowed to make will be the ones you have absolutely no control over,” he said as he got down on his knees between my thighs. “Those are the sounds I’ll allow out of that fuckable little mouth of yours.”
His fingers worked the button of my jeans and then the zipper, tugging them down my hips. He smiled when he saw I was commando.
“I love a girl who shows up prepared,” he said, yanking my jeans off the rest of the way. His hands gripped into the flesh of my thighs as he parted my legs.
My breathing grew labored as I anticipated his next move. I wanted to grip his perfectly combed, sandy brown hair, but I also didn’t want to mess it up. He was so fucking gorgeous. I could probably get off by just looking at him.
A warm wetness flooded my mound as Sawyer’s tongue danced and swirled and dipped and licked my most intimate parts. The faint scent of my arousal drifted between us, but Sawyer seemed to love it. The wetter I got, the hungrier he seemed to be as he devoured me.
Tiny sighs escaped my lips and I brought a fingertip to my mouth, biting it to stave off the inevitable release I could feel coming fast and strong. A single, long moan flew from my mouth as he continued, and a flash of an orgasm served as a preview of what was to come.
Sawyer’s hand glided up my thighs and under my shirt until he reached my swelling breasts. He slipped it under the cup of my lace bra and gently massaged my breast, running the peak of my nipple under the palm of his hand to make it stand on end even harder.
My thoughts shifted toward his cock, curiosity flooding my mind. Luke was nothing and often left me feeling unsatisfied after our five minute encounters. Everything about Sawyer told me he knew how to treat a woman, and so far, he hadn’t lied about anything.
The hint of peaks and valleys and waves of ecstasy began to wash over me. The build up. It was coming, and I couldn’t fight it any longer. The most explosive orgasm of my twenty-three years.
Knock, knock, knock.
Sawyer’s tongue froze mid-swirl, and my aching pussy came all over it. I was so turned on I climaxed without any further stimulation. Though I was still left craving some real penetration; in the form of his allegedly huge cock to be exact.
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and headed to the bathroom to get dressed as Sawyer made himself appropriate and headed to the door.
FOUR
Sawyer
Fucking mechanic.
Maisie scampered off to the bathroom, her jeans tucked under her arm, and I grabbed a towel from the kitchen to wipe my mouth before answering the door.
“Mr. Thomas,” the mechanic said, streaks of black grease across his pinstriped shirt. “Your plane should be good to go. Ready for flight. We refueled you as well. Your pilot is on his way here. They’ve scheduled you for takeoff in approximately thirty minutes.”
“Thanks,” I said, shutting the door and heading back to the living room where Maisie was seated. Her cheeks were flushed and reddened, and wisps of blond hair hung in her face as her disheveled hair was now even more disheveled. A coy smile took over her full, juicy lips. The ones I so badly wanted wrapped around my dick. “I’m leaving in a half hour.”
She pouted her lip out.
“You don’t have anything to say?” I asked.
She pulled her phone from her purse and typed up a message on the screen.
YOU SAID I’M NOT ALLOWED TO SPEAK ON YOUR PLANE. JUST FOLLOWING YOUR RULES, MR. BUSINESSMAN.
I chuckled. Even invoking her speaking privileges did nothing to stave off her sassy little attitude.
“I hope you’re feeling satisfied,” I said.
She held her hand out and made a ‘so-so’ motion. I’d never seen a woman complain about my cunnilingus skills. Never. Not once. I brought her to an orgasm, so I wasn’t sure what more she wanted from me.
Her eyes drifted down to my pants, honing in on where my semi was resting snug behind the poly blend of my boxer briefs.
“Oh,” I said, running my hands over my hardening cock. “This. Is this what you want?”
She nodded, placing the tip of her manicured finger into the corner of her hot mouth. I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t going to have enough time to fuck her the way I wanted to, and I didn’t want to brag about fucking rocking her world and leave her with a quickie.
“Rain check?” I said.
Her pretty, aqua eyes scrunched as she stood up, and her face contorted into a scowl. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Apparently that was enough to break her silence.
“I’m leaving in a half hour.” I hide all emotion from my face. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck her or get my rocks off inside that tight, sweet, sopping wet cunt of hers. I just wasn’t going to have enough time.
“You said you were leaving this afternoon.”
“Plane is ready to go now. My takeoff has been scheduled with the FAA.”
“Sounds awfully convenient. What, you have a wife that needs you home all of a sudden? A girlfriend on her way here? Is that why you’re kicking me out? Or did you just want to get me naked on your jet because you couldn’t get me naked in your hotel room? Oh, wait, are you one of those weirdos who have an extreme oral fixation?”
“What? No,” I said, laughing at the fit she was pitching. “Maisie, calm down.”
“I feel so fucking stupid right now.” She stormed toward the door, struggling with the lock.
“Let me help you.” I walked up behind her but she threw and elbow into my stomach, so I backed off. She put all her strength into moving the lever and the door burst open, almost taking her with it. She smoothed her hair down and held her shoulders back as she took her first step down the stairs. “At least let me call you a cab.”
She stopped, peering over the parking lot to where my rental car was parked. Her hands gripped air as she cursed quietly under her breath. Maisie was an anomaly: a breathtakingly beautiful mouthy little spitfire. I watched her curvy ass switch with each step she took down the stairway, and I bit my lip as I let go of what might have been and what almost was.
“Maisie,” I called out, her sweet musk still on my tongue. She kept walking, heading toward the airport lobby. I ran down the stairs and followed her, kicking gravel beneath my shoes. “Wait up.”
I reached for her arm and spun her around to face me.
“I’d kiss you, but I just…you know,” I said.
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, refusing to look at me.
“You said you’re a teacher,” I said.
“So?”
“You on spring break this week?”
“Mmhm.”
“Want to come to New York for a few days? Get away from all this?”
Her aqua eyes lifted to meet my gaze, as if she were briefly considering it.
“No.”
FIVE
Maisie
I wanted to go with him. So bad. But it was crazy. I couldn’t. I didn’t even know him.
“Okay,” he said, seeming shocked at my answer. He sucked in a deep breath through his full lips, the same ones that had been covering my most intimate parts just a few minutes ago. “That’s really too bad. I wasn’t quite done with you.”
A zing of electricity soared through my stomach. The logistics of hopping on a plane with him right then and there without so much as a toothbrush packed quelled my desire to do anything spontaneous.
“You and me,” I said. “We’re not meant to be.”
He held his hands up in defense. “Whoa. Who said anything about that?”
He leaned in, his breath tickling my ear.
“I’m talking about a little fun. Mind-blowing, out of this world, mindless, indulgent fuck sessions. You and me. Four days. And when it’s all over and done with, I’ll fly you back home and you can forget all about me.”
My heart paced rapidly in my chest, and my stomach churned as I straddled the line between giving into what my body wanted and listening to the voice in the back of my mind that told me this was how people got killed.
Nothing about Sawyer screamed serial killer, then again, he could charm the socks off a snake if he really wanted to. That alone was pretty dangerous.
“What?” he said, pulling away and studying my face. He reached up and brushed a wisp of blonde hair out of my eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking about right now. What’s going through that pretty little head of yours? It’s not like you to be so quiet.”
My thoughts raced, filling my mind with 101 incomplete thoughts and random scenarios. I glanced over his shoulder, at the shiny jet being driven out to the tarmac. He was leaving soon. I didn’t have time to give it much more thought. I had to decide.
“Four days,” he said, stepping into my space and charging the innocent spring air between us with undeniable electricity. “Four of the best days of your entire life.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I objected. “You don’t know how old I am. My last name.”
“I don’t want a relationship with you, Maisie,” he said. “I just want that mouth on my cock and that pussy in my bed for a few days.”
I worried my lip, my eyes shifting from the plane to him and back.
His hand reached up and grazed the side of my cheek. “You see the problem,” he said. “Is that you’re exactly the kind of girl I crave, and that’s going to be a problem for me. Once I leave here, I’m not going to be able to get you out of my system. And believe it or not, I’m going to miss my Mouthy Maisie.”
He craved me? He was going to miss me? My core began to tingle with desire. No man had ever spoken that way to me before. No man had ever begged me to fly back home with him on his private jet, promising to do things to my body no one had ever done before.
“So what’s your decision, Maisie?” he asked. “You coming with me?”
TO BE CONTINUED (VERY SOON!)…
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PAST
“Shh…”
I peeled my eyes open. A shadowy figure lurked over my bed, arms outstretched and pulling me out from under the warmth of my covers.
“Mom?” I whispered.
“Hush.” As the figure pulled me closer, I recognized my mother’s scent: cigarette smoke, Charlie perfume, and the permanent cheap beer smell that was always on her breath. “Be
quiet
, Everly.”
The moon shined in through the paper-thin curtains of the tiny trailer bedroom I shared with my two stepbrothers, Gray and Little Nash. Space was at a premium in the vintage blue singlewide the five of us shared, but home was home. It didn’t bother me as much as it bothered Gray, but he was older. He knew we deserved better.
“Where are we going?” I whispered as my mom set me down. At twelve years old I was too heavy for her to carry me very far. I glanced back at my brothers, the only siblings I’d known for the bulk of my existence. Little Nash was ten and Gray was fifteen.
My hand reached out in the dark as I followed my mom out of my room, and it stopped as it found the splintered hole in the door where the knob used to reside. Big Nash had kicked the door in the night before in a drunken rage. Gray moved the dresser to block the door to protect Little Nash and me, but it only served to make Big Nash even angrier. Little Nash and I hid in the closet, behind the broken door that was barely hanging on its hinges, and when it was all over, we emerged to find Gray perched on the foot of my bed, catching his breath and holding a shaking hand over his purple, swollen eye as blood trickled from his left nostril.
He always took the beatings for us.
I planted my feet in the hallway, demanding an answer from my mother as my heart raced with the jolt of adrenaline still coursing through me from being woken in the middle of the night. “Where’re we going?”
I glanced back toward the bedroom where my brothers were quietly sleeping, none the wiser.
“I want to say goodbye,” I said, crossing my arms. Mom grabbed the crook of my elbow and yanked my arms apart, jerking me so hard my arm nearly came out of the socket.
My eyes struggled to adjust to the dark of the window-less hallway. Mom lowered her face to mine and gritted her teeth. “We’re leaving. Do
not
make a sound.”
The bone-chilling look she gave me was the kind I knew I’d never forget as long as I lived. I knew she and Big Nash were having problems, but it was nothing new. They fought like cats and dogs since the day they met. The constant screaming and yelling in our trailer was normal. It was the way we lived. Big Nash was a drunk with a temper, and when he was done beating on her, he’d always come looking for Gray.
Though Gray was just a kid of fifteen, he was already taller than his daddy. He was going to be a behemoth someday, and I just hoped one day he’d get to clock Big Nash so hard it’d send him sailing across the room. Maybe then Big Nash would never touch him again.
My mother’s long nails dug into the flesh of my arm as she led me towards the creaky screen door. Two packed bags rested against the wall. She hoisted one over her bony shoulder and shoved the other into my arms.
I turned around, scanning the dark living room and trying to take a mental snapshot. We weren’t coming back, that much I knew. I inhaled the scent of the place I’d called home since I was seven years old. Stale cigarettes. Cheap, cinnamon candle. Dirty carpet.
Snoring in the broken armchair in the corner was Big Nash, passed out drunk. I glanced back at my mother who studied him for a second, as if she were wondering just how passed out he was. He’d been known to come flying out of a dead sleep and start wailing on whoever was in his vicinity before. Mom called them his night terrors. They always seemed to happen the most when he was drinking Jack Daniels. She took a deep breath and opened the screen door with a painfully slow-motioned push, and then she nodded towards our old Buick that was sitting at the end of the driveway.
Orange glow peeked over the horizon and mixed with lavender clouds. I’d never seen such a pretty sky before. I turned to look at our little blue trailer with the leaky tin roof one last time, my eyes landing on the window to the bedroom I shared with the boys who were my stepbrothers, my
family
, for as long as I could remember.
“Everly! Get in the car!” my mother yelled, though her voice was still very much a whisper.
I threw my backpack over the back of the seat and shut the door. She popped the shifter into neutral and pushed the rusting Buick to the end of the street. She was a skinny little thing, but no one ever accused Tammy-Dawn Conners of being weak.
Only slightly breathless, she climbed in and started the car up. The muffler popped, startling us both, and my mother’s hands flew to her chest like she was about to have a heart attack. Her eyes darted to the rearview, as if she were making sure Big Nash wasn’t coming after us.
I stayed quiet, taking everything in. The night before, Gray had tucked me in with a promise that he’d take me to the municipal pool on Saturday. Had I known it would be the last time we’d be around each other, I’d have done something special for him. He was always thinking of us, and it occurred to me in that moment, as we drove far away from Bolton, Nevada, that no one ever thought about Gray.
My breath caught in my chest, and I stifled the sobs that tried to force their way past my lips as I mourned the loss of my big brother. My protector. My angel. The only person who ever truly looked out for me.
“Everly, stop crying,” my mom huffed as her bony hands gripped the wheel. “We Conners girls are tough. We don’t cry. We do what we have to do and we get the fuck over it.”
“I-I just wanted to say goodbye to my brothers,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand.
She scrunched her face. “They weren’t even really your brothers.”
I faced the window to my right, unable to look at her as if that was supposed to make me feel better.
“I was never married to Big Nash, you know that,” she said. She pulled down the visor as she drove, checking out the remnants of a shiner on her left eye. Big Nash had socked her in the face the week before, and Mom was a very vain woman considering her lifestyle. She was what I’d heard the other kids at school refer to as “white trash pretty”. Her full lips and perfectly straight teeth paired with her round, aqua-colored eyes were a stark contrast against her tanned, leathered skin and thinning blonde hair. She’d aged considerably over the past few years as she rode on the back of Big Nash Daughtry’s bike in the scorching Nevada sun. She looked much older than her thirty years. “I shoulda known better than to get involved with those biker gangs.”
She popped the visor back and held her shoulders high as her eyes focused on the road. We turned towards the highway that led out of town.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m driving west. We’ll stop when it feels right.”
That was exactly how we ended up in Bolton, Nevada. Mom said it just “felt right”, though I suspect it had to do with the green-eyed Casanova hitting on her at the bar she snuck off to the night I was fast asleep in the motel she’d rented.
That green-eyed Casanova happened to be Big Nash Daughtry, and it didn’t take long for him to sink his meat hooks right into her lonely, desperate, single-mom heart.
“Just sleep, Everly. Stop asking so many questions. You’re making my head hurt,” Mom said, her voice rushed and sharp as if she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight. “We’ll stop for breakfast in a couple hours once we get to the California state line.”
