“Kelly, I’m not leaving you here. Now, I can either tow that piece of shit with you in it or you can come sit up front with me like a big girl. You going to be a big girl for me?”
His words shot into me as if they were an extension of him. It was as if I could feel him moving inside me again.
I brought my hand out from between my legs, opened the car door, and stepped out.
Hunter stood there and looked me up and down. There was an invisible energy pulsing between us, pushing us apart, but just for now. When the time came, he would tear through it. I could see him making his hands into fists and then releasing them, and I had seen that look in his eyes before. It was the same look he had when he pushed me to the kitchen floor and drove himself inside me. He was about to take me again. I could feel it in my stomach. My knees began to tremble. I thought I was about to collapse in front of him.
Do it. Goddamn you, please do it. I’m ready.
He just stared back at me and relaxed his hands.
“Good. Now get in the fucking truck.”
Chapter 26
Hunter
I OPENED UP THE DRIVER’S door and climbed back into the truck.
This is a bad fucking idea, pal. You just sent Deacon off to do your dirty work so you could keep playing grab-ass with this chick. Who the fuck are you? Trying to be this girl’s hero? I don’t fucking think so. You should pull this fucking truck out of here and leave her in your dust.
I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Kelly standing there. She had her arms crossed and was looking down at the ground. She looked so fucking beautiful and I wasn’t about to leave her out there where any motherfucker could touch her. She was mine and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without her.
We were both fucked and I knew it. I just didn’t care anymore.
I leaned on the horn to let her know it was time to get her ass moving and she jumped. I chuckled to myself as she glared at me and made her way around the passenger side of the truck.
I loved the way she moved, the sway of her hips. I couldn’t see it, but I could picture the way her ass moved side to side with every step. I thought about sinking my teeth into it, about wrapping my hand in her hair and shoving her face into a pillow as I fucked her from behind.
She reached for the door handle and went to swing it open, but it didn’t budge. She knocked on the window and threw her hands up.
“Well, I’m here. Are you going to let me in or what?”
She stood there with her chest heaving.
Now or never, Hunter. You can drive away right fucking now and be done with this shit.
Before I even had time to make a decision, my hand had unlocked the door and Kelly opened it.
“Thank you,” she said sarcastically.
Well. You’ve done it now, pal.
Kelly pulled herself into the truck and her tight body bounced inside her clothes before settling back into its perfect shape when she landed on the passenger seat. She grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it tight across her body, resting the strap between her perky tits, pushing them out even more. I thought about reaching across and pinning her against the door. I thought about the window fogging up as she begged me to let her come.
Fuck me.
She looked over and caught my eyes moving over her body.
“What? You think I’m going to get in this truck with you while you’re stinking of booze and not put my seatbelt on? Just don’t kill yourself before we get to the shop.”
She was getting a little more chirpy. Normally, I wouldn’t let anyone talk to me the way she did. I just wouldn’t allow it. But with her, it was different, I liked it. It was making my cock rise and I wanted to put it in her smart, wet mouth.
“Well, since you’re being safe,” I reached beside me and lifted the bottle of Jack to my lips, letting it pour down my throat.
“Are you kidding me?” Kelly scoffed.
“What? You want some? I thought you weren’t much of a drinker.”
She rolled her eyes, and then settled back into her seat and looked out the window, doing her best impression of a girl that didn’t want to wrap her lips around my cock.
Sure thing, darling. Keep telling yourself whatever you want.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the cheap burner cell I had picked up at a gas station somewhere on the road from Boston. I punched in Deacon’s number and texted him the address of the farm.
There you go, Deacon. Clean that bitch out for me. Just don’t drain all the liquor before I get there.
I turned the engine and the truck fired up.
“Who are you texting?” Kelly asked. “I didn’t really take you for the type with friends.”
I put my phone back in my pocket and lit a cigarette.
“I’m not.”
She just kept staring at me like she was actually waiting for an answer.
“My business is my fucking business,” I said without looking at her. “And why exactly do you care? You fucking jealous, Kelly?”
She scoffed and shook her head.
“At least you’re calling me by my name now. No more sweetheart or darling. I guess that’s a step in the right direction.”