Chapter 35 Rust
RUST
Tally looks out of the window at the landscape zipping past, intermittently scrolling on her phone.
“Oh, it’s been ages since I went to a county fair!” she suddenly says, pointing at a sign ahead.
“Don’t tell me you’re craving Mexican corn,” I tease.
“I can never look at corn the same way and it’s all your fault!” She shoves my shoulder. “I’ll have anything except corn on the cob. We can look at baby animals and I bet they got rides, too!” She tugs on my sleeve. “Can we go, please?”
“You don’t even gotta ask.”
I take a right turn at the sign. Tally refreshes her lipstick, hides her bruise under a layer of concealer, and musses up her curls before putting on her Stetson.
I park the truck on a large lot at the fairgrounds. As we stroll toward the entrance, the nostalgic scents of fried foods, grilled meats and animal manure fill my nose. Suddenly a flash of shiny red catches my attention and I tug Tally along by the hand.
A laugh rumbling in my throat, I gesture at a sports car with the license plate ‘2RICH4U’ getting towed by an old tractor.
“That’s the asshole who nearly crashed into us!” Tally whispers giddily.
“Told you he’d get his comeuppance.”
The tractor stops and the driver of the sports car gets out of his vehicle to disconnect the towing cable. He looks exactly how I imagined him.
His face is almost as crimson as his car and his hair is slicked back with too much gel. He wears a custom-tailored, navy blue suit with brown suede loafers and a massive golden watch on his wrist.
Taking a call through his in-ear headset, he pops the hood of his convertible.
“Hey Steve!” he shouts. “Uh-huh. Yeah, like it’s not bad enough that my bitch ex-wife drags me out to fuckass nowhere for a court date because of ‘missed child alimony payments’ or some made-up shit, now my car broke down.
I know, I know… Never should’ve stuck my dick in crazy hillbilly pussy.
But I swear she won’t get her grubby hands on my money. ”
The volume of his voice turns the heads of passing townsfolk. Lucky for him, they’re all too polite to give him a piece of their mind.
The suit fiddles with something under the hood before giving up. “I didn’t even have cell reception to call roadside assistance. I had to flag down some dumb hick to pull me to some kind of tacky fair. Everything stinks of cow shit and deep-fried food.”
The guy driving the tractor definitely heard that part. He shakes his head, mumbling something. In my book, that puts his patience on the level of a saint. If it was me, I would’ve already had a few choice words for the suit. And maybe a right hook.
Tally fake gags. “I thought he couldn’t get any grosser than when he cut us off and almost ran over that lady with the baby… but wow. This asshole deserves a lesson. Pity there’s like a million witnesses here.”
In the meantime, the suit continues to shout. “No, they don’t have a car workshop around here. Country bumpkin bullshit! The inbred waste of air who towed me said the next service center is in—fuck, hold up. I forgot. Let me ask again.”
He walks up to the tractor owner, yanking on the leg of his muddy jeans. “Where did you say the next car workshop was?”
The man on the tractor rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath.
“Show me some fucking respect and speak up!” the suit demands.
Finally, tractor guy’s patience has reached its limit. “Respect?” He laughs sarcastically and hops off the seat. “How ‘bout you show me some fuckin’ respect first?”
The suit throws up his hands. “Or what?”
While the two launch into an explicit shouting match, a light bulb turns on in my head.
Because Tally’s right. This suit-wearing asshole deserves a lesson.
Sure, one might argue he only cut us off and only almost ran over the lady with the stroller. But from what we’ve heard, he’s gotten away with bad shit for far too long. He lacks respect for his fellow humans. And what sorta scumbag skips child alimony payments?
So why shouldn’t it be me who dishes out some karma on this beautiful summer day?
“I got an idea,” I whisper in Tally’s ear.
“One night in jail and you’re a real bad boy now. What, you gonna make a second attempt at arson? We both know I had to save you from yourself the first time.”
I put a kiss on her forehead. “Shut your pretty mouth and watch.”
I sprint to my truck. From my on-the-go toolbox, I put on a pair of insulating gloves.
Whistling, I grab a large wrench and wipe it down with a rag to remove my fingerprints.
When I get back, a sizeable crowd has gathered around the arguing men like a wall.
People have pulled out their phones, filming as the tractor guy shoves the suit.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” somebody shouts and everyone joins in.
It’s the perfect distraction. No one’s looking at me or the sports car. Except Tally, of course.
I stroll toward the convertible and stick my head under the hood. Lucky this ain’t one of those modern cars where the whole engine is hidden under a cover.
Carefully, I put the ends of the wrench on both the negative and positive terminals of the battery. I take off the gloves and shove them into my pocket as I walk back to Tally. When I look over my shoulder, smoke rises from the engine block. A flame licks upward and satisfaction streams through me.
As I pass by the crowd, I put on a fake voice and shout, “Hey, buddy, your car’s on fire!”
Silence comes over the hyped-up mass of people. Heads swivel, wondering where the warning came from, but no eyes land on me.
The suit squeals. “My baby!”
He barrels through the onlookers to his vehicle. Phone cameras follow his path and people cheer. The tractor owner has a shit-eating grin on his face, nodding to himself.
The suit braces his hands on his head. “Help! Oh God, help me for fuck’s sake! Somebody do something, you useless, inbred hillbilly degenerates!”
Nobody moves a muscle. They just keep filming and laughing. I don’t blame them. He deserves their mockery.
Tally meets me on the other side of the crowd, the wildest grin on her pink face. “You make one sexy outlaw.”
“Told you I can be anything you want me to be.” I choke down the rest of the sentence that goes ‘But most of all, I wanna be yours. Forever.’
She hooks her arm under mine, her tits pressing against me. “How did you start a fire with a wrench?”
“I used it to create a short circuit between the car battery terminals. Cause the current is so strong it produces a lot of heat and sparks, which ignited the hydrogen gas produced by the battery.”
“Who knew mechanic talk could be this hot?” She looks at me with those fuck-me eyes again and blood rushes to my cock.
Tally drags me to the ticket booth and slaps down the admission fee before I can get a word in. In a whirlwind of curls and giggles, she steers me past canvas tents, carnival games, and food trailers toward a small Ferris wheel. Decisively, she pulls a hundred-dollar bill from her bag.
She approaches the guy running the ride and shoves the money in his hand. “Two tickets, please!” she shouts over folk music and game vendors calling out to patrons. “Can you hold it at the top? We really wanna enjoy the view.”
The old man looks us up and down. Then at the money. Then at us again. “Youngsters,” he grumbles. “This buys you two minutes. Not a second more, ya hear? I got other folks wantin’ to ride, too!”
“Thanks!” Tally says and pulls me into the nearest cabin, shutting the door behind us.
We sit and the Ferris wheel starts to turn. As soon as we’re out of view, she reaches under her skirt and shimmies her perfect ass on the bench. She takes off her panties, dangling the damp spot in the center in front of my face.
My dick stands at full attention.
“Are you trying to seduce a hardened criminal, Bubblegum Outlaw?” I run the pad of my thumb along her lips.
She sucks my finger into her mouth, swirling around it with her tongue and I moan. That’s one hell of an answer.
When we reach the top the motor stops.
Tally stuffs her panties into my pocket. “Here, a souvenir for you.” With nimble fingers, she undoes my belt and opens my jeans. She frees my stiff cock, stroking impatiently.
“You wanna do it here? That’s crazy.” I buck my hips, fucking her fist. “And hot.”
She smirks. “Shut up. We got two minutes. No time to talk.”
The cabin sways as she straddles me, arms around my neck. Her skirt falls over my hips, giving us a bit of additional privacy as she guides me to her entrance.
“Don’t. Move,” she whispers.
Shivers of anticipation rack my body. Slowly, her hot, wet cunt envelops the head of my cock, teasing me with little rolls of her hips. I growl, my hands clenching into fists at her sides. Fuck, how badly I want to thrust up, ram all the way into her.
“Good boy,” she praises and the hairs on my arms prickle. “Do you feel how wet I am for you? That’s what seeing you be bad does to me.”
She shimmies lower, taking me deeper until her round ass rests on my thighs and her inner muscles squeeze me.
“Aw, you’re so eager, Big Guy. I can feel you twitching inside me.”
I shudder, gritting my teeth.
She gives me a devilish smile. “Beg to fuck me.”
“You’re really pushing it, Trouble.” I grab her jaw. “Just so we’re crystal clear, I’m only letting you get away with this once and there will be consequences. A punishment.”
Her inner walls ripple around me, tearing a growl from me. “But I still don’t hear you beggin’.”
My mouth crashes into hers and I split my lip on her teeth, tasting copper. I feel her pussy contracting, making it harder to hold back.
“You’re the only woman I’d ever beg for anything. Because you’re perfect and beautiful and smart and mine,” I whisper against her lips. “Now can I fuck you, please?”
She hums in satisfaction. “One more time.”
“Damn…” I rake a hand through my hair, writhing in frustration. “Please, fucking please let me make you feel good, Trouble.”
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She smiles and licks a drop of blood from my lip. “Give it to me hard and fast. By the time we get off this Ferris wheel, I want my legs shakin’ and your cum drippin’ down my thighs.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I fold one hand around her throat and spit on the fingers of the other, reaching under her skirt. Tally gasps when I find her clit. I rut into her, making her full tits bounce and the cabin swings with every thrust. Dragging her bottom lip between my teeth, I choke her harder.
Pleasure cascades along my spine. I’m so close. Pressure rises from my balls and I feel my cock thickening with my immediate release. The waves of Tally’s orgasm strangle my dick and as I spill into her, the Ferris wheel jerks into motion.
“Shit,” I moan.
“We have about fifteen seconds to right ourselves,” Tally pants, frantically climbing off me to pull down her skirt.
I tuck away my cock, swearing as I fiddle with my zipper. When we reach the bottom, I just about finish buckling my belt and we giggle like teens, stumbling out of the cabin hand in hand.
The old guy raises a brow at us. “Y’all had fun?”
Tally throws her head back, laughing. “Oh, yes. The best ride of my life! Definitely song material. I can feel the inspiration positively flowing out of me.”
I lean in as we walk away, whispering, “Is inspiration a euphemism for my cum glazing your thick thighs?”
“Could be,” she responds smugly.
“Fuck, I love the thought that you’re gonna walk around the fair with my seed dripping out of you.”
Tally blushes. “Don’t let it get to your head. I’m still winning our crime competition. That was a pretty fire you started with your wrench, but I got vehicular manslaughter puttin’ me way ahead of you.”
“Accidental vehicular manslaughter, ma’am. But my fire was very intentional.”
She waves a hand. “Accidental. Shmaccidental. The point is, I’m the better outlaw cause my crime would get me a prison sentence. You’d get like, maybe a fine. Heavy on the maybe.” She makes an L-shape with her fingers and holds it to her forehead. “Loser.”
I scoff. “Pardon me, Miss Creed. Are you daring me to be worse?”
She bites her lip. “What if I wanna see how bad you can be?”
“Challenge accepted.”
If Tally likes me breaking the law, I’ll give her what she craves. And I already got an idea to prove that I’m the outlaw of her dreams.