Tangling Hearts

Epilogue-ish

Rebecca, Oh Rebecca…

T ucked in the backseat, Tommy’s hands are slipped up my skirt. Steam covers the windows. We had to pull over somewhere off The 80, because he couldn’t keep his hands on the wheel. I’ve never been so excited in my entire life. The place between my thighs is aching, and the more he touches me the more I want. It’s never enough. “Oh Tommy,” I moan into his ear, taking the pad of his earlobe between my teeth.

He wedges himself between my legs, my skirt naturally sliding up my thighs. Pressing his erection into me, he groans, his voice thick with hunger. “Come on.”

He gets up, and pushes the front seat forward on the two-door Dodge, barreling out of the car. Panting and bedraggled, I look over with smoldering eyes, wondering why he stopped, and where he’s going.

“If the cops drive by and see the windows, they’ll stop us for public indecency. They’ll think it’s a couple of kids on Christmas night… and they’ll get more than they bargained for.”

“Right,” I climb out and he shuts the door, slipping his arm around me as we walk, and under my skirt so that the fabric pulls up and rides over my ass, exposing my panties. I’m loving the cool air against the back of my thighs as we walk away from the dirt road and into a dense Californian forest.

I don’t know what I’m doing with this man. My life will never be the same if I keep going with him all the way out of the country, on the run from the law. They’ll be searching for him. You don’t escape a reputable prison like San Quentin and get away with it. There are too many tax dollars and politicians’ reputations at stake. What would criminals think of the prison system if they knew they could get out? What would the public say if they didn’t feel safe?

And then there’s my money. How will I access my money without leaving a trail? Tommy said that tomorrow when the banks open again, I should take out everything I can and kiss the rest goodbye. The police of course know he called me. When I disappear, they’ll know I’m with him and will freeze my accounts, or at the very least search for us using my credit cards as a map, trailing us. I can’t use them. I’m about to lose all of it...unless I bail out. He said I can if I want to. He gave me the option. Before it got dark, around two hours ago, he turned down the radio and said in a low voice. “If you want to bail out of this. I won’t hate you. I want you to come, but if you can’t…if it’s too much. I understand.”

Tommy turns left and I gasp. There’s a clearing in the center of towering redwood trees, long grass soft on the ground in a large circle. A stump covered in bright green moss is off to the right, and its fallen trunk lies nearby, deep brown and bright green as well.

“It’s beautiful!”

He turns to me and smirks, his brown eyes sparkling with pride. “Do I know where to take the ladies, or what?”

I step forward to slide my fingers into his hair and bring his lips to mine.

He lowers me onto the spongy, cool moss. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.” His fingers slide up my thigh again and this time he slips under my panties and penetrates me, closing his eyes as he feels me from the inside. We kiss, and it’s obvious he hasn’t kissed anyone in a long time. Just like in the backseat of the car, it’s like he’s starving for it, licking and teasing and molding my mouth with his furiously. We move together and he roughly runs his free hand down the length of my body. I moan as his finger works inside me, slipping in and out, then playing with my folds in long teasing caresses, flicking my clit with the tiniest of strokes, the sure sign of a man who knows how to do it. The weight of him on me is so incredible and the sound of us gasping against each other’s lips is a tonic to my body.

Wrestling deftly with his zipper, he pulls out that beautiful cock of his, the one I’ve missed so much every time I was with the guy I’ve been seeing, the one I owe an explanation to. An explanation I may never give.

Tommy says on a rasp, “Touch me.”

I meet his eyes, my lips open and hungry for more kisses as I reach and grab him, feel the thick pulse as he hardens even more in my hands. Running my fingers up and down his length, I thumb the tip and he groans and closes his eyes. “That feels so good. You don’t know how much I missed that.”

“Missed any woman, or me?”

He chuckles and meets my eyes. “Who did I call when I shouldn’t have been calling anyone?”

A warmth spreads out in my chest. My breath hitches as he flips me around onto my knees and gives me a hard spank. I’m expecting a slow entrance, but that was dumb of me. All of him fills me in one deft thrust. He groans and moves his hips around, keeping all the way in. I moan and sigh, complete. He isn’t gentle. All of that pent up sexual desire and frustration gets deliciously taken out on me. Ramming into me, his thick fingers dig into my ass and he grunts and growls. “So good. Your pussy is so fucking wet!”

Moving my hips and arching my ass up, I take it. “I love your cock! You’re as hard as steel right now.”

“And it’s all for you.” Gyrating his hips, he makes me scream out as the rush of liquid pours out from him. The jerking sensations his orgasm gives me throws me into a delirious place where my mind no longer exists. I begin to shake all over, whimpering, enjoying every single second of it.

He collapses on me and palms my breasts still encased in my blouse and bra. Panting, trying to catch my breath, I hold him up, me on all fours and him on his knees behind me.

Closing my eyes, I think of a future where we’re living in a cabin fifty miles north of the Canadian border, where he cuts wood for the fire and we make love in front of it on the many cold nights promised us. During these cozy times, we find new ways to explore each other and bring each other to heights of feeling and sexual expression that open our souls, until we’re bared naked in more ways than merely physical.

I think of a future where I sell things online that I’ve made, where the people who buy them have no idea who I am. Where Tommy, with his marketing background, comes up with great ideas to make that business grow under the radar. Where we live an anonymous existence where social media does not exist. Where my beast of a man is protected. Where we have what we need because we grow it.

I think of a future where Tommy and I are happy.

Where no one ever finds out who we really are.

“I think you should call me Veronica from now on,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Yeah? And what about me?” He slides out of me and brings me down to lie on top of him. “What should my name be?”

I touch his lips with my fingertip. “Don’t you have a name you’ve always liked?”

He looks up to the sky, thinking about it. “Nah. I want you to like it.” He grins at me. “What name do you want to scream?”

A laugh bubbles out of me. And p.s…I’m not the bubbly type. But this is all so crazy and I feel…happy. I deserve a little happiness finally. It’s about fucking time. “Okay, since you put it that way. How about Jack?”

His eyebrows rise. “That’s a good manly name.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it. Jack. Jack and Veronica. That could work.” His eyes lose their playful spark and I get quiet inside, wondering what he’s thinking. Staring at me, very seriously, Jack says, “This could work, Veronica.”

I kiss him gently. “I think maybe it could, too, Jack. Everyone deserves to be happy, don’t they?”

His eyes are troubled, but he lets that cloud drift away, and tightens his arms around me. “They do.”

The future is uncertain, but I am following my gut. Is it a mistake? Perhaps. Life is a grand experiment. I’d rather try than die wondering.

The End.