The Junkyard Boys (8 page)

“A friend of the family.”

Considering Range just told me Buck didn’t have any family, I knew this was a bunch of bullshit and this guy was definitely up to no good. Range would know as well and make it real clear he was not welcome and to leave immediately. I should feel good about that, but for some reason, I just couldn’t.

“He’s not here and won’t be back any time soon. I’ll tell him you stopped by when I see him.” Range stood at his full height and looked the guy right in the eyes, telling him he was not one to be fucked with. The strange man returned with a sly smirk and nodded his head. He removed the bandana from his back pocket and retied it around his face. As he was securing his helmet on his head, he looked right at me and winked, started the bike, and took off down the road. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was having a panic attack. By the time Range made his way back to the truck, I was completely shaken up by this whole experience.

“What did he want? Is everything ok?” Range grabbed my hand and brushed a soft kiss across my knuckles. I immediately felt safe in his presence and my anxiety began to decrease. He had a small smile on his face and used his other hand to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“Everything’s fine, baby, he was just looking for Buck. He won’t be coming back.” I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly released it out my mouth, instantly feeling better about the situation. Perhaps he was right and we’d never have to see that man again. I prayed he was right, but in my heart, I knew it was just the beginning.

***

Range drove deep into the yard and parked the truck on a paved portion of a dirt road. As far as the eye could see there were stacks upon stacks of cars that had been crushed and piled on top of each other. Standing in this place gave me a strange and eerie feeling; like the cars were oversized tombstones and spirits of past lives were floating all around us. I involuntarily shivered, although it was quite warm out. Range walked around the front of the truck and placed his arm around my waist as he stood next to me, taking it all in.

“It can be spooky as fuck out here if you’re not used to it.” I was amazed at how well he knew what I was thinking. I snuggled into this side and held him around the torso. He felt so warm and safe. I wanted to hold him like this forever. I inhaled his scent and closed my eyes, perfectly content in his strength.

“Come on, baby, let me show you around.” Reluctantly and with a huff, I let go of him in time for him to take my hand and lead me around this vast yard of gutted and deserted vehicles. I was surprised to see just how big this place really was. Not only did it house cars, but boats, motorhomes, tractors, and all sorts of machinery. There were several storage units that Range explained held some of the more valuable items for sale, like copper and brass. They were held under lock and key and were monitored with a built-in security system. Behind the storage units was a clearing, and just beyond that was a sight that made me gasp out loud and cover my mouth with my hands in shock: a house, and not just any house but a beautiful, modernized cabin that took up the entire side of the yard. Since it was located at the base of a hill, you couldn’t see from the junkyard it at all, unless you were standing at this exact location beyond the clearing.

“Oh my god, Range, is that your house? It’s beautiful.” It truly was a marvel. The house had a wraparound porch and picturesque glass windows from top to bottom. It was like something out of a magazine, and I couldn’t help but gawk at it. This was not what I imagined would be in a place like this. How could something so lovely be in the back of a junkyard?

“Buck had it built years ago when he wanted to settle down and start his family. He always said he wanted the place to be his home away from home. An escape from all of the trials and tribulations of the everyday world.”

“It’s so beautiful it hurts to look at it. Any family would love to call this place home.”

Range took my hand and gave me a gentle nudge until we were moving in the direction of the house.

“Come on, baby. I’ll show you the inside. You can get to it from a private road, but I wanted to show you the yard first.”

There were trees and shrubbery all around. Seasonal flowers were blooming along the walkway and there was even a small vegetable garden off to the side. A big oak tree out front had a tire swing hanging from it, perfect for a small child to have loads of fun on a warm, sunny day. I had a flash of Range pushing a small boy on the swing as they laughed and giggled with each other while it swayed back and forth. What a strange thought to have right then. We stepped through the front door into the living room and the sight took my breath away. Vaulted ceilings and a wide-open floor plan with natural light flowing from every window gave the space a feel of being outside, although we were inside.

“Would you like something to drink? We could order take-out if you’d like.”

I took a seat at a nearby empty chair as I tried to compose my thoughts. I had so many questions I wanted to ask about this place and the people who lived here. Why would a man build such a wonderful home and not live here himself? What would make him abandon the notion of having a family to occupy this space to one day just leaving it all behind? I simply couldn’t understand what or whom would drive a man like Buck to turn his back on happiness.

“Tootsie baby? You ok over there?”

I shook my head to rid my mind of these painful thoughts and focused all my concentration on the beautiful man standing before me. Mrs. Foster was absolutely right. He really was a sight to behold. All muscle and defined lines, super model good looks, and a smile that made my panties wet from just one look. His strong arms were at his sides and I wanted those arms wrapped around me, holding me close so that all I could feel was warm and secure.

“Baby, you keep looking at me like that and we are gonna have a serious problem.”

“And just how am I looking at you?”

“Like any minute you’re gonna jump outta that chair and attack me like a starving man at Thanksgiving dinner. Not that I’m complaining or anything. I like that look on you.”

Well, yeah, that pretty much summed up how I was feeling, so I did the only thing a girl in my position could do. I jumped up and attacked him. I’d never been aggressive when it came to men. Perhaps it was my self-imposed dry spell or the way this home called out to me like I belonged there and never wanted to leave. Whatever it was, I didn’t give a shit. I needed him. All thoughts or inhibitions I’d had went right out those beautiful windows surrounding us in that living room. I needed those strong arms and soft lips to take me places few had gone. I held on to the back of his head as I pressed my mouth to his, loving the way he softly moaned when I slipped my tongue inside. Range reached down and grabbed hold of one of my ass cheeks and kneaded the soft flesh as he pressed his growing erection against my belly. Our breaths were coming in harsh pants and my body was on fire with need. I wanted this man and refused to wait any longer.

“I want you.”

Range

Clover and I were standing together, holding each other, trying to calm our ragged breaths with our foreheads resting against each other. She was so fucking beautiful with her pouty lips that were now red and swollen from our kissing. How could I make love to her without telling her the truth about my past? She would never understand my revenge fucks or that strong need to punish those who’d made fun of me all those years ago. Clover would never do anything so vile and spiteful just to prove a point. She had a pure heart compared to all those women I’d fucked, and I couldn’t let her go into this blind without knowing who I really was.

I took a deep breath and took a step away from her warm embrace. I knew it would be hard, but I had to tell her the truth.

“I’ve done some things in my past you should know about. I’m not proud of them, but at the time I was just so angry and full of revenge, I couldn’t see myself get past it.”

I waited for her response as she took in what I was about to tell her. She looked sad and embarrassed I interrupted our make-out session right after she declared how much she wanted me. She wasn’t the one who should be embarrassed by my pending confession. I wish I could spare her the unpleasant nature of my past, but I couldn’t take it lightly. I was trash and always would be, regardless of how successful she thought I was by running the junkyard and laundromat. I’d always be that dirty little boy no one wanted to sit next to.

I took both her hands in mine and sat us back down on the couch so I could look her in the eyes. My shame felt like a third person in this room, sitting with us, and I wished like hell I could just make it go away and take her in my arms. I hoped she could find a way to forgive me, so we can move on together.

“I’ve done some things to women in the past, things that were not very nice.” She was looking at me like I was going to confess to being some sort of rapist or something. This was not going as planned. I couldn’t stand that look on her face any longer. I had to fix this shit quickly.

“I didn’t grow up in a loving household like you did, baby. My old man was an asshole at the best of times and a drunken slob at his worst. We never had shit, no food, running water, or clean clothes. When I met Buck, I was a lice-infested, half-starved, scared little boy who no one wanted to sit next to in school. Buck did what he could for me those first few years. I was still too young to leave home, so I had to go back to that shithole every night and sleep in that filth and dirt. Until finally, Buck had enough and paid my asshole dad a visit one day. I’m not sure what happened, but I moved in here with him that day and made a vow I would make every single one of those fuckers who laughed at me pay, so that’s what I did.”

Clover was so worked up over my story, her entire face was red and tears were streaming down her cheeks like big, giant raindrops. I took her in my arms to comfort her and I guess to give myself a little comfort as well. I hadn’t told anyone that story since I told Buck years ago, and I hadn’t realized the effect those hard years still had on me. I stroked her back and whispered soothing things in her ear, trying to get her to calm down.

“Don’t cry for me, baby. It’s over now. I never want to be the cause of your tears.”

“I’m sorry, Range, it’s just…I can’t believe that happened to you.”

She reached up and placed her small hand on my cheek as she wiped her nose with the other. She had the most earnest expression on her face as she placed a soft kiss to my lips.

“I would have wanted to be your friend, Range, and we could have had each other.”

I lunged at her as we sat on the couch and crushed my lips to hers, trying to express my gratitude for her kind words and understanding nature. I knew I was probably hurting her as I pressed her small body to my own, but I felt like I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to cut open her chest and step inside and bind her to me always. The kiss was quickly gaining momentum as I felt my erection growing in my jeans. I broke away from her greedy mouth and tried to slow my breathing enough to talk, but it was no use. I was lost in her beauty and wanted to take it further. I held her face in my hands as I spoke the words that would bring us together as one.

“Will you give yourself to me, tootsie baby?

“I’m yours, Range, for as long as you want me.”

“Once I take you, you’ll be mine forever, baby. Please be sure that’s what you want, ‘cause once I get a taste of you, I’ll never let you go.”

Clover didn’t skip a beat as she stood from the couch and extended her hand to me to do the same.

“Then take me, Range. Show me how much you want me.”

That was all the encouragement I needed to get my feet moving. I scooped her up in my arms, threw her over my shoulder firemen-style, and all but ran to my bedroom. Slamming the door closed with my foot, I tossed her on the bed like a ragdoll. She bounced a couple of times on the mattress and her hair was flying all over the place, but she was the prettiest woman I had ever seen. She was just as excited as I was, but I wanted to savor this moment and make it last as long as possible. I knew once I got insider her, I would never want to leave. I stood in my doorway, watching her watch me, wondering about my hesitation, and I all but growled when she started to remove her shirt.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby. I could look at you all day and never grow tired.”

“Why are you standing all the way over there?”

She lowered her gaze to the mattress and covered herself with her hands. I’d almost forgotten how shy she could be at times, but I wanted the woman who took my hand and led me to this room in order for us to make love for the first time.

“Don’t cover yourself, tootsie baby, let me see your beautiful body.”

She lowered her hands while looking me in the eyes, then reached around to her back and snapped the clips holding her bra in place and slowly lowered it down her arms until she sat bare from the waist up before me. I slowly stepped away from the door and stalked over to sit next to her on the bed. I had to fight the urge to rip off her jeans and panties and slam my cock into her wetness, so I reached up and touched her beautiful face. I slowly lowered my hand and brushed it across her perfect tit until her nipple felt like a tiny stone. I could hear her breath catch in her throat as I kneaded the soft flesh in my hand then reached with my free one to give her other breast the same attention.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? I can’t wait to touch ever part of your body with my mouth until you beg me to stop.”

I hated to let go of her warm body, but I had to see the rest of her. I splayed my hand on her chest between her breasts and gave her a tiny push until she was lying down flat on her back. I unbuckled her jeans and began to lower them down her hips. Clover lifted her ass as I pulled downward, never taking her eyes off the progress I was making to get her naked. Once the jeans were at her ankles, I yanked them off and threw them over my shoulder toward the corner somewhere. They were not my concern at this moment. The only thing I wanted to see was this beautiful, naked goddess lying in my bed, waiting for me to take her. My cock got so hard at the sight in front of me, I could have built a Tudor style house with it. Unfortunately, he was going to have to wait, ‘cause my mouth had other plans.