Chapter Nine
Moose
I should’ve taken Rosie over my knee right then and there. I should’ve bent her bare ass over and watched it shake as I punished her for leaving me out. I should’ve taken her to the edge of an orgasm and left her there to suffer the way she did me.
Fuck. Why the hell does this tear me up? She’s not mine. Then again, she’s not Hawk’s either, and she’s down on her knees draining his cock like she belongs to everyone.
The back door swings open and she steps out into the fresh air, a coat pulled up to her neck. I’m not sure why I suggested the conversation when I did. I’m not ready to talk.
“Hey. I needed a second to get cleaned up.” Her voice is low and sweet as though she’s trying to lower my guard.
I glance toward her then away again, my jaw tight. I asked her out here. I should talk, but what the fuck is there to say? “You looked like you were having fun in there.”
She crunches over the rock path toward me and sighs as she says, “I’m sorry you saw that.”
“It was in my fucking living room, so kinda hard to miss it. I thought you were saving yourself for sale or something.”
“I am. I… we didn’t…”
For some sick reason, relief washes over me. Not because I want her for sale, but because I want her for myself.
“What did you do then?” I ask like I own her, like it’s my business, like she owes me an answer. She doesn’t… but something else catches my eye. How the hell did she get her cell phone back?
She shrugs and tightens the zipper higher as though she’s trying to make herself disappear. “I don’t know. Owen was eating me out and Hawk walked in. I… I got excited and sucked them off.”
My cock grows at the thought of her pretty little mouth wrapped around my buddies… fuck! “Is that right? Is that what they gave you your phone for? You record it for future viewing?”
Her thighs ever so slightly squeeze together. “Ha. Ha. No. I don’t have to ask permission to use my phone. It’s mine. I need to call my friend Jen.”
“Why? You’re not leaving here.”
“I promised Owen I wouldn’t leave, but I’m not playing games anymore. I’m not a prisoner.”
I don’t know why that simple fact makes me nervous. I sort of liked her as my prisoner. My cock presses against my zipper, so I turn toward the coop, trying to reorganize my thoughts as I mindlessly toss hay into the enclosure.
“I thought about you a lot while I was down there,” she says, her voice shaking as she steps toward me.
“You thought about me while you were sucking off my friends.” I laugh. “Thanks. That’s not weird or anything.”
Her eyes roll as her small hand rests on my shoulder. “It’s totally weird, I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I like you.”
I laugh under my breath and continue on with the hay, though it’s excessive at this point. “You’re full of it.”
“No,” her eyes widen as she tries turning me toward her, “I’m serious. I keep thinking about you and—”
“Stop,” I groan, turning toward her with a snarled expression, “you don’t fuckin’ think of me. Don’t say that shit.”
She unzips the coat and pulls down the hood, stepping toward me. “I do. I’ve thought of you so many times. Seriously. You’re big and stro—”
“Stop,” I growl. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? It’s the truth.” She lands her opposite hand on my shoulder and stares up at me with those big eyes I’ve been thinking about since she got here. “I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. Owen is my best friend. I’ve loved him forever. Hawk is this sweet guy that I didn’t expect to find a connection with, and you… you’re this big, rough, man’s man who’s also kind and careful. I mean, the way you stitched me up earlier, and the way you talked to me on the bed afterward. You even encouraged me to figure things out with Owen.”
“And look what good that did me.” I back away from her touch, and close the door to the chicken coop. I’m not interested in getting close to a woman only to get hurt, and this situation will most definitely end with pain.
“You’re acting like a child.” She crosses her arms over her chest and hitches her hip as though she’s upset.
“Well, you’re an actual child.”
“I’m not a child. I’m twenty-four.”
I roll my eyes. “The reason I came looking for you to talk was to tell you that your bidder paid his debt. The transfer went through this afternoon.”
“What? How much was it? Who won?”
“Three hundred grand. The fuckin’ sheriff won.” My chest tightens at the thought of another man taking her, touching her, appreciating her.
“The sheriff? Wolfie?” Her eyes narrow.
“ Wolfie? You know him?”
“It’s a stupid name my friend Jen and I came up with for him, because of all his hair and his size. What’s his username?”
He isn’t that fucking big, but I bite back that comment in favor of the question she’s asked. “Cowboy something.”
“Cowboy78,” she says under her breath. “I’m not surprised he won. He requested so many videos. He even paid extra for some of me showering and other things I probably shouldn’t have sent him. Weird. If I’d have known it as the sheriff, I’m not sure I’d have sent anything.” Her shoulders rise and fall as she exhales. “I guess that’s the point.”
I’m not the person to be having this conversation with her. I hate hearing about how free she is online with other men, and I want to murder the sheriff now more than ever.
“How do you know this cowboy guy is the sheriff, though? All names are private.” Her brows narrow as a gentle breeze twists the weathervane on top of the coop.
“He noted the address he wanted to meet at in the notes section of the payment. It’s a hunting cabin north of here. His family owns the place. I’ve been up there a few times. The dude is a fuckin’ weirdo.”
“Well, they’re all weirdos. That’s why they’re on that website, but this is good.” She smiles, na?ve as ever. “I mean, I see Wolfie all over town. He’s the safest bet. I can get in, do my thing, and get out.”
I cross my arms over my chest and laugh. “Yeah, you’re not going.”
“What?” She grins. “Yes, I am. I think you guys are great, I really do, but three hundred grand could change everyone’s life.”
“Don’t make this about us. I don’t need a damn thing from your whore money.”
She rolls her eyes and steps closer as though she’s trying to intimidate me. “ Whore money? Really? Who hurt you? Why are you like this?”
I narrow my brows and groan under my breath. “Like what? Honest? You’re selling sex. I’m pretty sure that falls somewhere into whore territory.”
“No, I’m serious.” Her brows narrow and she pulls her hood up on her head. “You walk around like you’ve got a thorn up your ass, you get all possessive over me, but you don’t want me close to you, and you’re calling me a whore when I know what you’re really desperate for is a hug. So, what’s your problem? Why are you like this? Just ask me for a hug.”
“Jesus,” I groan throwing a bucket of feed into the coop, “I don’t need to talk about my fuckin’ feelings, and I don’t need a hug.”
“Clearly, you do.” Her pretty pink lips purse, reiterating what a feisty little firecracker she is. I could see this as another reason to stay away. We’d spend our days locked in combat over every damn thing. I can see it already. That said, I’m not sure why my dick is hard, though.
I shake my head and grip her arm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Back to your room,” I bark, dragging her toward the house as respectfully as one can drag someone.
“No! What are you doing? Stop!” She pulls and tugs, yelling for help as I swing open the back door and step into the warmth of the farmhouse.
“Keep it up,” I groan, turning the corner into the hallway before stepping into the bedroom. I press her up against the wall by the head of the bed and stare at her, seething. Angry that she’s told me she likes me, angry that we’re talking about emotions, angry that she still wants to sell her virginity, angry that it’s the sheriff who won, angry that she was on her knees for Owen and Hawk and I wasn’t there, angry that she’s pissing me off, angry that she’ll never really be mine.
Fuck!
She stares at me, her gaze soft and frightened. I didn’t mean to scare her. I never want her to be scared of anything.
God damn it! I have no clue what I’m doing!
“You want me, don’t you?” Her bottom lip quivers as she speaks, and her breasts rise and fall slowly.
Fuck!
I unzip the jacket and push it to the ground, revealing the old T-shirt of mine she’s been wearing. A Metallica tour tee from the nineties. I think that might have been the last time I attended a public event. Her nipples are hard, her hips are curved, and her chest rises and falls quickly.
Fuck. Every bit of reserve I had left is gone. I need her. I need her right fucking now.
I crash into her, kissing her, touching her, breathing her in as I growl and land my opposite hand on her soaking pussy. I want to slide inside. I want to feel her warmth and taste her excitement. I want to watch her pretty little face scream out in pleasure until she comes all over my cock, but first, she needs punishment.
“Take those pants off and bend over on the bed.”
“What?” Her cheeks pink as her gaze studies mine.
“Bend over, ass up. You’re getting those spankings.”
“For what?”
“Don’t worry,” I kiss her neck gently, breathing hot air onto the lobe of her ear, “I’ll tell you. Now bend that pretty ass over for me. I need to mark you up.”
My cock aches and the urge to sink inside her grows larger as she stares up at me and pulls down her joggers.
Without a word, she climbs up on all fours and bends her body forward, presenting her big round ass for a spanking.
I rub my hand against my cock, trying to quell some of the ache while simultaneously rubbing her perfect ass with the opposite hand. From this angle, I see the red, swollen lips of her soft pussy and an iridescent sheen along the seam. She’s excited. She wants the spanking.
“You know why you’re getting this spanking, little girl?”
She sighs. “Nope.”
“Well,” I laugh under my breath and pull back my hand, “for starters, you sold your virginity online to a fuckin’ stranger.” I crack my hand against her bottom, forcing her to jump forward.
I might not make it through this.
She moans, “That’s it?”
“Oh, little girl, I’ve got a list of things you’ve done wrong.” I spank her again sending a rippling shock through her tiny frame. “Locking yourself in the bathroom after you sucked my cock the other day… bad.” I spank her again. “Sucking Owen and Hawk off in my living room… bad.” I spank her again and again, watching as the red marks on her skin grow with each touch.
“Oh my God,” she moans. “I like it… don’t stop. Harder. Spank me harder!”
My chest tightens as need tortures me from the inside out. Of course this filthy little girl would like the spankings.
Her pussy is a darker red now, and her thick hips are rocking back and forth. She’s as desperate as I am, but I can’t have her. I can’t start this knowing she doesn’t belong to me, knowing she’s hell bent on selling herself to the highest bidder, knowing that this would most likely be a one-time thing.
Leaning in, I hold my frame over hers, breathing in the scent of lavender and honey on her skin. I have no idea how she smells so good given the fact that I haven’t filled the shower with fancy soaps and shampoos, but she does. She smells like a fucking angel. An angel I want to lock out of heaven and do filthy, dirty things too.
“I’m not a good man, little girl. Consider this your warning.” I lean up off her curved frame, resisting the urge to grip her hips and thrust into her over and over again.
“I think you’re a good man,” she says softly.
I stare at her, chest tight as I tamp down the raging impulse to take her. “Well, you’re wrong,” I groan and slam the bedroom door shut.