“Oh my God, Dalton! Fuck!” she screams, and her pussy convulses around me and gushes her release into my mouth. It’s so intense her body shakes and her thighs clamp onto my head, allowing me to burrow into her pussy farther and collect all the fucking nectar I earned from her.
“I need your cock inside me,” she begs. I stand and look at her with disgust. I can’t let her see how much tasting her after all this time made me feel because I don’t want to accept it and won’t let her have anything over me.
“Turn the fuck over. I can’t come if I have to look at you.”
Her face drops and tears build in her eyes. Fuck her tears. I coax her by the shoulders to turn around, and push on her back to flatten her front across the desk. The desk is a little high for her so she has to tiptoe and it makes her toned legs look fucking unbelievable.
I roughly drag her panties half way down her legs and ignore the tremor that rocks through me at the sight of her bare ass and pink swollen pussy peeking out beneath it. Lining up my cock against her entry, I slowly push in, torturing her and myself. “How hard do you like it nowadays, Alex?” I tease.
“Hard!”
I thrust into her and then pull out so I can slap her pussy, making her gasp. I push back in fast and hard, and pump my hips a few times before pulling out and slapping the tender flesh between her legs again. She loves it, and her moans increase with the contact of my palm against her pink, perfect pussy. It’s not long before my balls draw tight and warmth grows low in my gut and up my spine. I pull out of her and squirt my cum all over that flawless ass of hers, rubbing my shaft between the cheeks to bring me down from the high.
“Now get the fuck out of my bar,” I tell her as I push my dick back inside my jeans and go around the desk to pick up the paperwork I was working on before she arrived.
It takes her a few moments to compose herself but I don’t look at her. She rushes from my office so fast it’s almost a blur.
And I needed her to go, if I let her, she’ll get inside my mind eliciting a craving only being inside her body can sate.
Sometimes I wish I were that little girl again, because frustration and achy limbs heal faster than the total destruction of your heart.
“Why is there no medicine for heartache?”
“There is. It’s called alcohol,” Six replies.
“That just emphasizes the sadness. I can’t drink him away. I’m stuck in this shitty place that I’ve been trapped in for ten years.”
“You want me to stay?” he asks, and I feel crappy for dumping my baggage on him.
He came over to check on me and I was in the process of hating myself for succumbing to Dalton’s taunts. How could I be so freaking foolish? The way he spoke to me. God, I hate myself. I bite into the sandwich I made but spit it out into the bin. Everything is tasteless. I feel empty being here and need to get out of this town as quickly as possible. I’m in mourning for more than just my Dad. I’ve lost so much more now. My memories are tainted because the boy in them doesn’t exist; the father I’d told my son about is no longer the same man. I never wanted to lie to him, but I didn’t want him to know the truth either so I told him that his Dad went away and didn’t come back. I also told him about all the beautiful parts of Dalton, things now gone forever. Maybe it’s a blessing that he ignored my letters refusing to have anything to do with us if this is the kind of man he is.
I feel dirty for enjoying him inside me so much. I am a whore.
As soon as this service is over and I have Dad’s ashes, I’m getting on the first plane out of here. I’ll sell Dad’s house as it is and just be grateful that this place is behind me, and maybe I’ll be able to finally move on with my life. I’ve been on hold. Dalton wasn’t the only one who got a sentence. I did too and I’m still serving it. It’s time for me to set myself free.
“I’m just going to shower and crash,” I tell him, and flinch when he looks around the place.
“It’s derelict in here, Alex. You shouldn’t being staying in here with no furniture.”
“It’s fine. It won’t be for much longer.”
I hardly slept at all last night. I lay there going over and over the way I let Dalton fuck me like I was… urgh, Lisa. I’ll just put this down to stupidity and try and forget it. I make myself as presentable as possible, which is difficult after I gave away the iron and ironing board. Once today is over maybe I’ll have some closure.
Or maybe I’ll never have that.
I hate driving in a pencil skirt - getting in the car is a nightmare. In fact, I hate wearing this entire outfit. If I’d had more time I would have bought something nicer to wear for Dad. I suppose he wouldn’t care what I’m wearing, only that I came here to get his ashes to bring him where he belongs. With his family.
I crank up the radio to drown out the loneliness drenching me, and sing along to Adele’s Hello, but the lyrics make me think of Dalton and tears overflow onto my cheeks. Is there a quota for tears shed over a lost love? Damn, if I bottled them they could hydrate the desert.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? I let myself get pulled back into the love/hate battle with myself and it’s exhausting. I feel like my soul is wilting from the hurt and I can’t heal. I need to go home and hold my baby, and remember all the good I have in my life. Maybe I should give things a shot with Leon. Urgh, why does that make me not want to go home? Maybe I’ll just stay on my own forever and become a nun, or a lesbian that doesn’t do the sex stuff. Is that allowed? I’m so wrapped up in my own head that it takes me a few seconds to spot the blue lights flashing in my mirror. Riding in Dad’s patrol car flashes in my mind and a smile tilts my lips for the first time in days.
I pull over, hoping they’ll pass by and go catch whoever has caused them to blast their siren, but instead they pull in behind me, their wheels kicking up the dirt. It must be because of the plates. It’s a rental car and they probably want to know who’s come to town, although it’s more than likely got around that I’m here now after the bullshit at Numbers. I rummage through my purse for my license and startle when the officer taps the window.
I hit the electric window button and turn down the radio.
My heart sinks in my chest when I see the name of the officer. Moore.
What the hell?
“Step out of the car, ma’am,” he says. His tone is lethal, and I would be lying to myself if I denied being scared right now. I look around and see another man with him, only he’s not in uniform. It’s Keith, Dalton’s uncle.
“What was I doing wrong?” I ask without a shake to my voice, despite my body trembling. I’m still tender from the altercation in the bar and the little prank they played at my house. If that’s what you can call it.
“Step out of the vehicle. Now.”
I look in the mirrors again, hoping for someone to drive by and stop, but dirt road is the only thing that stretches out behind me and before me. I’m five miles from anywhere and took the back road to avoid having to drive past anyone. The gun tapping my window makes me swallow the dry lump forming in my throat.
“Step out of the vehicle now!”
I slowly open the door and step out. The cop grabs my arm and I’m spun, my face crushed into the back of my rental car. Mother of hell, that’s going to bruise. I just got rid of the last one.
“I’m going to have to check you for weapons. You were being very uncooperative which leads me to believe you’re hiding something.”
“That’s ludicrous.”
His hand pushes down on the back of my head, squashing my cheek against the hot metal of the car. “Move and I’ll arrest you for assaulting a police officer and resisting arrest.”
Tears burn in my eyes. This is so wrong. I have done nothing to deserve this. I don’t understand why everyone blames me for Dalton serving time but I know this has something to do with him; it’s all connected to him.
Unfamiliar hands roam over my body, causing bile to rise in my throat, and my body tenses. When his hand drops between my thighs and up my skirt, I fidget, my insides screaming at me to flee.
Where would you go? To the police?
“I told you to stop moving. Are you nervous about something?” He pins his body to mine.
“You’re searching me for no reason, and in an inappropriate manner. I will report you,” I say, hoping I sound stronger than I feel.
His harsh, deep laugh sends shivers through my body. Ice floods my veins when his gun taps against my cheek.
“In case you haven’t realized it yet, princess, I’m the law in these parts. Your Daddy made that possible, but he’s gone now and the deal that was once in place is now void.”
What the hell is he talking about? What deal?
“Keith, do you think I’m being inappropriate?”
“I think you’re doing your job. This car was driving too fast, and with a broken tail light, and then she began acting shifty and didn’t do what was asked of her.”
“I wasn’t driving too fast and my tail light isn’t out,” I sob, ashamed that they have me so scared and vulnerable, and I’m completely lost about their cryptic words about my Dad.