Twenty-Five
TWENTY-FIVE
We pull down a dirt road as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. After Dagen properly helped me relax, we took turns picking out songs to listen to and talking about things I never thought I would.
Life. Hopes. Dreams. Things I’ve never allowed myself to talk about with anyone. Not even my brothers. But something about this girl has me spilling all the things locked up in my dark heart.
Now, here I am, nervous as hell because I’m about to meet a man who has no idea I fucked his sweet daughter in ways he couldn’t even dream of, and not just fixing her car like I told him.
“Take a left into that house with the big magnolias,” she tells me, pointing to a massive stone and brick home.
An iron gate with the letter M in the center of each side closes off the home from the street and I wonder how we’re going to get on the inside. Just then, Dagen reaches up and pushes a button on the underside of the rearview mirror and the right side of the gate begins to slide open.
I turn onto the long gravel driveway and Dagen tells me to drive to the garage that sits off to the right of the mansion –because it is not a little ranch style home like she tried to tell me– and just behind it. I do as she has instructed and suddenly want to jump out of this window and run my ass back to Mississippi.
What the hell was I thinking? Driving all the way with a girl to Texas just to make sure she made it home safely? Her dad is going to blow a gasket when he sees me driving his wife’s car with his daughter right beside me, my cum still lingering on her tongue.
Jesus, I am fucking scum right now and I don’t have any idea how I’m going to get out of this.
A woman who I recognize as her mom comes running out from the back of the house followed by her father who holds a little girl in his arms and a little boy running right beside him. Her family looks excited to see her and I breathe a little sigh of relief seeing that her dad isn’t billowing smoke from his nose when he sees me.
“My parents are amazing so there is nothing for you to be worried about. Okay?” Dagen touches my hand softly and swiftly, soothing away my fears.
I throw her a wink and put the car into park before turning off the engine. The garage is massive and looks like it houses several vehicles. I actually itch to take a peek inside at the vehicles Dagen has told me so much about.
Her door gets thrown open and she jumps out. Her little sister who was held up in her father’s arms wiggles until he sets her down, and she tears off running towards Dagen. Her little brother follows with her parents trailing right behind. I push open my door and cautiously step out.
“Sissy,” the little girl shouts and Dagen squats down to scoop her up.
“Autumn Jade. Did you get a haircut?” She asks and the little girls cheeks turn bright red.
“I gives myself a hairs cut. Momma got mad.” Her voice is sweet and innocent and everything I imagine Dagen was at that age.
“Yes. Little Miss decided she wanted to try out some bangs. And then hid the hair in Sloane’s backpack.” Her mom walks closer and stands with her hands on her hips.
“It was in my homework folder, Day. She put it in there.” Her brother Sloane throws his hands up as if to ask can you believe this shit .
“You must be Hendrix.” Vaughan walks up to me at that very moment, a big smile on his face as he offers me his hand.
The fact that he is Dagen’s dad is undeniable. They share the same green eyes, the same smile and the same nose. Her hair is darker than his that is sprinkled with grays.
“Yes, sir. Hendrix Dare. Nice to meet you.” I shake his hand and pull out every ounce of manners Miss Shirley tried to drill into our thick skulls. “I hope I didn’t overstep by accompanying Dagen. I wanted to see to it that she made it home safely, and to make sure the repairs are to your satisfaction.”
He pats my shoulder then grips it with a strong hold. “Well, thank you. I really appreciate that. I’m sure you could tell how worried I was about my girl.”
“Just a little, sir,” I smile.
“Woah. You have lots of pikturs on your body. More than Uncle Nix.” Sloane comes walking over to where I stand with his dad, his big whiskey eyes tracing all of my ink.
“You must be Sloane.” I hold my fist out for him to dab and he does so happily.
“Yup. Sloane Robert McCallan. And that’s my sister Autumn Jade. You can call her AJ.”
“Nice to meet you, Sloane.” I pass him a small smile then stand up to my full height to find Dagen’s mom right behind him. “Hello, ma’am. You must be Mrs. McCallan.”
“Oo. Ouch. Ma’am and Mrs in one sentence,” she laughs then pulls me in for a hug. “Camille, please. And thank you so much for taking care of Dagen.”
My hands don’t know what to do. From what Dagen has said, her father would cut a man’s eyes out with a rusty butter knife for looking at his wife, so my fear is quite great. I end up air hugging her, not fully touching her back.
Dagen laughs as our “hug” breaks. “Dad’s not going to murder you Hendrix. He only wants to do that to men who want to steal mom away. I think she’s safe around you.”
Vaughan laughs as does Camille and I relax.
“Come inside and eat. Dagen said I better have food ready for you two, because she was starved since you didn’t want to stop to eat,” Camille tells us, ushering us to the side of the house.
Before I follow behind her, I turn around and go to the trunk, grabbing Dagen’s bag from it and handing it to her.
“Here you go, lit–Dagen.” I quickly release it once she takes hold of the handles and take two steps away from her.
She rolls her lips between her teeth, holding back a laugh, but I’m not taking any chances. I look at the land sprawled out behind and to the side of their property, and see a vast amount of space where a body could be buried.
“Hey, mister,” Sloane calls.
“You can call me Henny,” I tell the little guy.
He smiles wide. “Henny. You wanna see my new bow and arrow? Day bought it for my birthday and she’s gonna show me how to shoot a deer.”
“One day, Sloaney Baloney. First we’ll start with shootin’ at hay bales. It’ll be a few years before we start hunting bud.”
His face falls and he drags his feet as they walk into their home. The five of them laugh and smile and hug as if they haven’t seen one another in several years and not days. I grow a little uncomfortable as this is all so foreign to me. Hugs weren’t handed out freely when I was growing up, and by the time we got to Miss Shirley’s we were way too “cool” for affection. At least in the motherly way.
I feel a tug on my hand and look down to see AJ standing there, her very uneven bangs falling to the side. She smiles and pulls on my hand.
“We hafta go inside. Momma made food.”
“Oh. Sorry. I forgot.” She doesn’t let go of me and I follow her in.
Something about this moment strikes me, but I can’t put my finger on it. I don’t know what it is about a simple walk with this little girl, but I get a feeling it’s big.
“Vaughan, I really don’t want to intrude. I don’t have a problem staying at a hotel near the airport. This was so last minute I didn’t even have time to book a flight. I was planning to just show up in the morning and take the first one out to Biloxi.”
We ate an amazing meal prepared by Camille where we had the chance to talk. Vaughan asked me about cars and bikes and the businesses I own –someone did their homework, or rather background check– and Dagen spoke more about their ranch. After dinner, Vaughan let me take a look at his Camaro and I just about begged him to let me buy it. It was absolutely pristine and gorgeous. I showed him a photo of my Dodge and he drooled equally over my green girl.
After all of that, I informed them I would be getting an Uber to a hotel in order to catch a flight out in the morning. Dagen’s face fell and I could hear her heart breaking. To be honest, I felt an ache in mine too. Camille wasn’t having any of it and insisted I stay the night at their home and someone would take me to the airport tomorrow.
We went back and forth for a few minutes, but Vaughan insisted and said he wouldn’t open the gates to let anyone in or out if I decided to leave. I felt like I couldn’t say no after that, so here we are, Vaughan showing me to the guest room for the night.
“Well my daughter intruded on your life for nine days so one night is the least we can do.” He pushes open the door to reveal a very ranch-like room.
A wood four-poster bed is the centerpiece with coordinating accents including leather and iron. I look around for a deer head but that seems to be the only thing it lacks.
“You know where the kitchen is so feel free to help yourself if you need anything. The bathroom is right there,” he says, pointing to a door on the far wall. “And breakfast will be on the table by seven. Cami has a very strict schedule when it comes to the little ones. There’s never a sleep-in day at the McCallan house. Lord, I hope that changes one day.”
I laugh a little and hold out my hand to shake his again. “Thank you, again. I really appreciate your hospitality, Vaughan.”
“No. Thank you. Truly. Knowing there was a decent man looking out for my little girl put me at ease. She could have run into some slimeball and who knows what they would’ve done.”
I keep a tight smile on my face, but gulp down a ball of I’m such an asshole .
He pats my arm with a nod then leaves me to sit in my tub of guilt over how I violated his daughter. He’d be even more pissed to know she liked it.
I walk into the bathroom and flatten my palms to the brown marble countertop, hanging my head between my sagging shoulders. How am I going to do this? Leave here and act like that girl didn’t completely decimate my life as I’ve known it.
A faint knock sounds at my door and I scrunch my brow, wondering if he forgot something. I pad over to the door and open it to find Dagen in a small nightgown standing there with wide eyes and a plump lip caught between her teeth.
“What are you doing here?” I shout at a whisper volume.
She pushes on my chest, causing me to stumble backwards, and closes the door behind her.
“I needed to be with you. One last time before you leave and…and I never see you again.”
“Little mouse, we are not doing that with your parents just downstairs and your siblings feet away.” I grab a hold of her wrists and stop her from advancing.
“My Dad sleeps like the dead, and Mom knows. Well, she suspects.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I feel a roil in my stomach, and I watch the door to see if Camille is going to burst in with a shotgun.
“I didn’t tell her, of course. She saw you that one day I was on FaceTime and you walked in and she pretty much knew. I didn’t say a word.”
“Fuck my life.” I drop her wrists and drop down on the bed.
“Don’t worry. She won’t say anything to my Dad. It’s over after tonight anyway, right?” Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath and her eyes glisten.
I reach out and pull her to me and her hands fall on my shoulders. “I guess. You’re seven hours away so it’s not like I can pop in and see you whenever I want.”
“Ten,” she replies.
“Ten, what?”
“Ten hours. School is about three hours from here, so it’d be ten from you.” She looks sad and defeated like she’s realizing there isn’t a way to make this work. “I don’t want to let you go.”
My hands roam up and down her back and I watch as a single tear trails down her face.
“I don’t want to let you go either, little mouse.” I place my hand on the back of her head and draw her in.
I kiss her lips, tasting the salt of her tear that has landed there, and my inner demon takes over, overriding my good sense to end this here.
I lay back on the bed and pull her with me. She crawls on top of me and straddles my lap. Sitting tall, she pulls the thin nightgown up, revealing her gorgeous body. Her breasts fall heavy and her nipples harden with desire.
I glide my hands up her stomach to her breasts that I cup, rolling my finger over the peaked points. She responds with a breathy moan, a sound that will live in my brain forever. I own her moans and if I can help it, no other man will take pleasure in hearing them.
“I’m going to ruin that tight little cunt. Don’t you make one fucking sound. Understand?” She smiles with a nod, but remains silent.
Her hands fall to her tits and she begins massaging them, letting her head fall back. The ends of her hair brush against my denim covered thighs and I first need to fix that obstacle.
“Take off my clothes, little mouse.” Her head pops up and a saucy smirk exposes itself.
She slithers down my body and begins with pulling off one shoe and then the other. Socks are tossed and she slinks back up to unbutton me. When she slides her hands under my waistband of my boxer briefs, her fingers brush lightly against my throbbing dick.
I hiss, needing more. She licks her lips and drags my jeans and boxers down until I’m free of them. She looks up at me from between my legs, her plump lips parted ever so slightly.
“Get up here and suck my dick, little mouse.” She bites the corner of her lip and gleefully works her back up.
Her long brown hair falls in her face and I reach down, gathering it in one hand and gripping it tight. “Let’s see how well you can do it without any hands.”
She presses her palms down on my bare thighs and dips her head, her eyes still laser focused on mine. Her pink tongue flattens wide and she licks my already dripping tip. Her eyes close when she does it again and I do the same, clenching my jaw with restraint not to force myself in her small mouth.
Watching Dagen wrap her lips around my engorged head and suck me in is the sweetest paradise. I could close my eyes and stay like this forever. We could tell the world to fuck off and live in our little slice of heaven.
As she swallows more of me, I watch her slender throat work and heavy breaths fall from her nose. Her cheeks hollow as she moves up and down, trying with all her might to fit me all in.
“Fuck you look so beautiful like that. On your knees stuffed full of my cock with tears in your eyes. Do you like it when it hurts?” I can feel her jaw straining to stay open and I tug at her hair wrapped in my fist, pulling her off of me with a pop.
“Yes,” she pants, her cheeks flushed and her mouth covered with saliva.
“Ask nicely, little mouse, and I’ll fuck the tears out of you.”
She swipes her mouth with the back of her hand and moves onto the bed, resuming her earlier position. “Hendrix. Please make it hurt so good, the way only you can. Fuck me until my tears run dry and I see heaven. Fuck me until I can’t breathe and you bring me back to life. Fuck me and never stop.”
Dagen isn’t a scared little mouse anymore. The woman is a goddamn minx.
She pulls the remaining piece of clothing off of me, and tosses my t-shirt to the floor. I watch as she inches her way up, passing right over my face and dragging her soaked pussy right along my open mouth. Before she can move, I capture her and suck her swollen lips into my mouth. I shove my tongue inside of her then bite down on her sensitive clit. She whines, jumping when the pain hits every nerve in her body.
When I free her I look up to find her watery eyes. How demented is it that her tears excite me? I’m fucked up, but apparently Dagen likes me that way.
“Put your hands on the headboard. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.” She finishes her ascension and braces herself on the dark carved wood.
I bet daddy Vaughan didn’t think this is how his precious bed would be used when he put it in here.
I move to kneel behind her and run my hands over her perfect skin. Her creamy flesh is soft and unblemished. I bet she never got a spanking as a child, the perfect little angel she was. That changes tonight.
Pulling back my hand, I land with a hard thwack. She cries out and I wrap my hand around her mouth.
“Nuh uh, little mouse. You promised. Now…do I stop or are you going to be quiet?”
She nods and I drop my hand. “I’ll be quiet.”
I lean in, whispering in her ear, “You’ve been a bad girl, Dagen. You need to be punished for the dirty things you’ve done.”
I place my hand back over her mouth and spank her again. Her body tenses and her teeth bite into my rough skin. Another smack lands with a resonating thwack and her teeth sink further in.
I quickly switch out my hands and spank the other firm globe, making sure to give both equal treatment. Two on this side, one on the other, and four more split between them.
“Nine spankings. One for each day you tortured me with your beauty.”
I kiss the now flaming red cheeks and remove my hand from her mouth as she heaves for air. She’s broken through the thin skin in the crook of my thumb, and a drop of blood rests there. I suck it clean then use my hand to spread her open. My tongue runs from her clit to her tight hole and I bury my face between her throbbing ass.
Reaching down, I fist my cock, stroking and readying it to plunge into her dark paradise. When I do so with force, the headboard bangs against the wall and I quickly lean over to stop it from doing it again.
I use my grip on the headboard as leverage and begin working her over, hard and fast. I’m grunting and she’s whining, taking my pounding like the good girl she is.
“Hendrix. I’m….oh fuck. I’m going to come,” she cries out.
I roll my hips, hitting her in all the places to make her fly off the cliff she stands on. Short, high pitched mewls begin to fall from her mouth and I reach back to grab her nightgown that lays on the bed, and shove it in her mouth.
“Now you can scream, little mouse.” She lets go, her cries muffled by her nightgown, and I feel her convulse.
I keep pumping and her moans grow louder and louder until her body goes limp and she falls silent. Removing the nightgown from her mouth, she heaves and gulps in air and I roll her over, placing her gently on her back.
Her eyes are dilated and sweat beads at her hairline. I trace my finger across it and down her cheek.
“Are you okay, baby?” She nods and her mouth moves open and close like a fish yearning for water. “What?”
“Finish. You,” she forces the words out and I shake my head no . “Yes. Now.”
Her voice is raspy and it sounds like she’s in desperate need of water. Dagen manages to lift her hands and legs and wraps them around me, dragging me down to her until our nude bodies tangle together.
I stare into her eyes in probably the most intimate moment I’ve ever had and decide this just isn’t the time to be my usual brutal monster.
Slowly, I dive back into her, tighter than she was just a moment ago. Her face contorts and I stop, letting her body readjust to having me invade once more. Soft hands slide up my back and I move in measured strokes, drawing in and out of her with care.
Peace washes over her face as I keep up this languid pace. My hand caresses her hourglass torso, memorizing the curves like a roadmap. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this. I usually fuck women. For as long as I remember. But sex, intimate and close, is not something I’ve experienced before.
But like with everything, Dagen is different. She’s special in a way that takes me by surprise because of how she makes me feel. The crazier part of it all is that it’s not scary like I always assumed it would be. It’s why I’ve tried so hard to avoid intimacy. I guess your heart doesn’t always abide by the rules your brain has told it to.
Dagen sighs and melts into me. When the familiar tingle begins to build, I take her mouth in a tender kiss. She buries her fingers in my hair, scratching at my scalp the way I love. A sweet whimper floods my mouth and then the feel of her walls growing tighter around me. Her legs lift and hang over my hips and when I release her from our kiss and open my eyes, I see that she’s ready to let her body fall again.
She lays her hand over my heart and falls apart. Her nails dig into the blank space on my chest just as her eyes seal shut.
When her teeth sink into her lip, I lose it. My teeth clash and I empty into her, my orgasm, my soul, my heart. I give her everything.
“Wow,” she whispers when we’ve both finished with silent flourish.
“Saying goodbye tomorrow doesn’t mean it has to end.” I spill the truth just as it hits me. “We can make this work.”
“Make what work, Hendrix?”
“Us. Me and you. We don’t have to be over.” Her eyes grow wet turning the green into a watercolor painting. “I don’t want this to be over. I want to call you mine.”
Her lip trembles and her voice shakes when she says, “I want to be yours. So very much.”
And with that, another ray of Dagen’s bright light pushes away my darkness.