Innocent Lies (20 page)

His cock sprung free. I held it. I
had never touched a man’s penis before. Even during the attack my
hands stayed tied behind my back. It was heavy and hard beneath my
hands, smoothed velvet over a hard rod. My pinky traced over a
heavy vein that run alongside of it. His breath hitched as his
penis twitched in my grasp. He placed his hand over mine and guided
my fingers along the entire length. “Oh, damn, that feels fucking
amazing.”

He released my hand, and I worked
it up and down. Pumping him with both of my hands, I licked the tip
and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. His eyes closed as he
groaned out in pleasure. I sucked the tip into my mouth; then
entered a dream state and was petrified.

Everything blurred around me as
the face of my attacker came into focus. He pushed me down to kneel
and motioned for Louie. His hands were rough and harsh pulling my
hair.

“Open your damn
mouth, cum slut.” He spit out. I heard them call him Jamie, but no
name suited him. I could only view him as a monster. I started to
panic when Louie thrust his hips into my face. I could see his
not-so-small erection. “Let’s try that pretty little mouth out on
your dick. Better she learns the value of no teeth on you.”

I didn’t know what they wanted me
to do so I did nothing, except noted my heart racing in my chest.
Louie undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head of his
cock against my tightly, sealed lips. I closed my eyes, trying to
shut out the humiliation.

“Breathe out your nose and swallow,
bitch.” Jamie said and pinched my nose causing my mouth to gap
open.

“Dylan, Privy,”
Ethan said over and over, shaking me. I wasn’t in that run-down
shack. I was with Ethan. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He stroked my face.
His thumb wiped across a tear.

“E, tell me you
love me.” I said, but held my head down in shame. I couldn’t even
give him pleasure without freaking out.

“Hell, yes, I love you.” He whipped
my head around. He had become unhinged. “Privy, I don’t know where
you just went, but babe, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have
to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I stroked my hand
down the length of his cock.
I wanted to do that. I could do that.
I swiped my tongue over his tip again, then
plunged my mouth over him. He bucked his hips and clenched the
sheets on the bed. I swallowed, feeling him slide down the back of
my throat.

“Holy hell, do you not have a gag
reflex?” Ethan screamed out. He ground his teeth together and let
out a hiss. “Oh . . . babe . . . that’s fucking perfect. I love
you, Dylan Elizabeth Summers.”

I slipped down
farther, letting my tongue rub against his balls. I had to fight to
stay in the moment with Ethan and not let my mind travel back to
that night. I sucked harder and harder, pushing him deeper and
deeper into the back of my throat. He gripped my hair and thrust
himself into my mouth. Giving pleasure brought on a whole new sense
of gratification.
My own
pussy flooded with salacious juices, which was not how my body
operated. His legs tensed under my grasp.

“Privy, you need to stop.” he said
in a breathy tone. “Stop, babe, I’m going to cum.”

I didn’t stop as he pumped me full
of his seeds. I swallowed as my mouth was inundated with warm,
salty liquid. He pumped inside my mouth three more times before
pulling out. Ethan twisted on top of me.

“Stay with me,
turn off the voices in your head, babe.” He demanded and without
shifting his eyes from mine, he thrust inside of me. “Look at me.
Do not take your eyes off of me.” My pussy quivered around him. He
worked the pad of his thumb over my clitoris and after a few more
hard thrust I came apart under him.

Later that same day

One benefit of having my boyfriend
drive a truck was that I was able to sit next to him. My head on
his shoulder, his hand in my lap holding on to mine. Of course
anything beats that thing he called a car; his candy apple red,
1967 Chevrolet Camaro, his baby, that he had spent way too much
time and money on.

“Penny for your
thoughts?” Ethan asked and squeezed my hand.

“I’m thinking how I prefer your
truck over your car.”

He wiped his brow with the back of
his hand. “And here I was worried you were thinking up ways to back
out of meeting my family.”

I’m trying to not
think about where we were headed.
“No, just wondering why you like that piece of crap called
a car.”

“Hey, hey, that’s my baby you are
talking about.”

“I thought I was your baby?” I
jabbed my elbow into his side causing him to laugh.

“Nah, you’re my lady, my car is my
precious baby.”

“Okay then.” I clutched his hand
that was inching up my thigh. “I don’t believe that your precious
car has ever given you an orgasm.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He started
to work my clit through my dress. I shifted in the seat trying to
relieve some of the sexual tension Ethan was slowly building
up.

“E, I’m about to meet your
mom.”

“So, she knows I’m not a virgin. I
might do you in the truck before we go in.” He laughed. “I’ll put a
happy grin on that cute face of yours.”

I slapped his hand and brought it
back to my knee. “Behave, I’m a little nervous.” I started to pick
a small piece of lint off my dress. It was an ivory maxi-dress with
lace eyelet over the bodice. Ethan had great taste, but not what I
expected. All the clothes he had bought and packed for me were soft
and feminine. After having him in the bed, I pictured him more the
leather and chains kind of man. “I love the dress. I love all the
clothes.”

“Why thank you, madam. I rather
like the girl that is wearing them.” He eyed my breast that were
showcased quite well in the dress. I have to say I was greatly
gratified when he swallowed hard before looking back to the road.
“Thank you for this morning. To say I was surprised would be an
understatement. But Privy, you never have to do anything that makes
you uncomfortable. I know what you lived through and I only want
you to enjoy that part of our relationship.” He shook my hand he
was holding. “Stop biting your lip, my mom will love
you.”

“I hope your mom likes me?” I
wondered, relieved, he was changing the subject.

He pushed my face onto his chest
and hugged me. Another benefit of riding in a truck. “She already
does. Anybody that makes her baby boy smile is all right in her
book.” His thumb started stroking the side of my arm. A move he
made when he was nervous. “You want the low down on the
family?”

I nodded against his shoulder. He
hugged me once more.

“You know my mom is deaf. So when
she talks she’s a little loud and she loves to talk. Make sure you
look at her when you’re talking. She reads lips. Charlie,” he said
and smiled. “Is the man behind all my ink. He is older than me, but
a hell of a lot cooler. You better not fall in love with
him.”

“Is he hot? Because a hotter,
cooler Ethan might really get me horny.”

“He can get you all hot and
bothered. Even set that pretty pussy on fire as long as I’m the
only man who gets to put out the fire.” He threw his head back and
laughed. I loved his sarcastic sense of humor. It might be my
favorite thing about him. Okay, it was a close second to his body.
He tugged on my hair, still laughing. “You are so damn cute. I’m
glad I waited for the perfect girl to bring home to
momma.”

“The other fifty wasn’t
perfect?”

“What fifty? You are the only girl
I have brought home to meet the parents. Well, except for the
neighbor I messed around with in middle school.”

My heart did a little
happy dance in my chest. It was pathetic how easily one simple
statement could wrap me tighter around his finger.
Could I get any tighter?

“Lydia is the
prune of the family. How mom and she are best friends is beyond me.
She only sees everything as black or white.” He cut his eyes over
to me. “She thinks you’re too innocent for me. But she does have
the cutest kids on the planet. John is ten and an amazing football
player. He eats, sleeps, and breathes the crap. Ashley is fifteen
and a looker. I have a feeling I might be called back home to take
care of a few boys sooner rather than later. Then there is my
Kristina. She is my second mom. She was twenty-six when I was born
and she spoiled me rotten. She will only like you if you keep up
the spoiling.” He smiled a wicked grin and pinched my
nipple.

“Oh, thanks.” I rolled my eyes and
whacked his hand. “How about your other brother?”

“Brandon blames me for Jamie’s
death.” He said matter of factly.

I held back a gasp. It was the
first time Ethan had said my attacker’s name and it broke my heart
that he was having problems with a brother because of me. “They
know, don’t they?”

“Know what?” He
pulled into the driveway and stopped.

“I was the girl he
. . .”

He turned in the seat. “Yeah,
Privy, they do.” He lifted my chin with the side of his hand. “They
are aware of everything.” He opened the door and hopped out before
I could get a word in. He was around to my side of the truck before
I could get out. I jumped right into his arms. “They don’t care.
They just want me happy. You are what makes me happy.” He flipped
around and pulled me to the house.

They might want you
being happy, but what do they think of me?
I had spent the last five years running from my past.
I didn’t think I was ready to face it head on yet. If one of them
looked at me with pity, blame, anyway, other than excitement to
meet the new girlfriend, Ethan would see me more then crumble.
Ethan had to sense my trepidation, because he squeezed my hand and
whispered in my ear, “They won’t judge you for what you lived
through. They will love you because I do and you make me so damn
happy.”

I took in the childhood home of
Ethan, and to be honest it was a little surreal. It was in an
older, but one of the better neighborhoods of Lakeland. The house
was huge, but not the biggest in the neighborhood by far. It looked
Victorian in style, and was white with green shutters and a green
tin roof. The yard was freshly landscaped and surrounded by a white
picket fence. The oversized wrap-around porch had wicker furniture
splattered around it. Ethan pointed over to a white wicker swing.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss on that.” He hooked his arm around my
neck. “Maybe later.”

The perfect family backdrop still
did not prepare me for the scene I walked into.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, my
baby.” An overly bubbly lady who couldn’t have been much older than
forty screamed and bounced over to us, throwing her arms around
Ethan’s neck. He kissed her cheek. He tried to appear annoyed, but
I could see how happy he was to be there.

“Mom, this is my
Dylan.” He pulled me closer to his side as his mother attacked me
in a bear hug. She hugged and shook me for what seemed like
minutes.

“So happy to meet
you.” She leaned back. “You know he is my only child? Please don’t
break him.”

“Nice to meet you.
Ethan has told me so much about you.” I remembered to speak slowly
and look at her straight on.

He told me a lot, but not that he
was your only child. Sure, I knew he had step-siblings, Jam . . .
that monster was his half-brother. But since his dad was married to
her surely she had more children than Ethan. Did any of them have
the same mother?

“Hey, hey . . .
Helen, let her at least meet the good-looking brother before you
make her declare her undying love to Ethan.” An older, very
attractive male said in a lazy drawl and got up from around the
kitchen table. The man had to have been in his forty’s maybe early
fifty’s, but damn was he hot. His eyes were an usual color, gray
with brown specks. His eyelashes were feathery and thick. So thick
he appeared to be wearing permanent eyeliner. Lean muscles covered
in the most enticing ink work peeked out from under a gray rocker
tee. His snug jeans hugged his hip in all the right places. The
lines and wrinkles around his eyes showed his age, but his body was
hard and slender as opposed to Ethan’s more thicker and muscular
frame. “Hey beautiful, I’m Charlie. The older, more experienced
brother.” He winked. Damn, if he wasn’t Ethan’s brother I might
have had my first crush on an older man.