35. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
Ginny
I’ve been out of the hospital for two weeks now. My physical injuries are mostly healed, all that remains from Keith hitting me is some discoloration on my cheek. But what hasn’t happened? Joker naked. He’s trying to treat me with kid gloves. Gently. He takes care of me, but he’s not taking care of me . He helps me in the bathtub, washing my back—but never my front. He wraps me up in his arms every night because I sleep better that way, but he’s insisted on wearing sleep shorts and pajama pants, and while not all of him has remained unaffected, he refuses to acknowledge it. He won’t even jack off. Is he like some freak of nature or something? He refuses to do something about it. And I really want to do something about it.
I’ve made up my mind that this morning I’m going to make it happen, or humiliate myself trying. But at least I’ll have tried. I slip out of bed and tiptoe as quietly as possible to the bathroom. Once inside, I take care of things and change out of the oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts into a nighty that I hid last night. It’s a silky, slinky thing with spaghetti straps. My tits look amazing in it and it skims my hips, stopping right below my ass cheeks. Any movement, and I’m bared. I might be hoping that it doesn’t survive if I come out the winner of the battle of wills here.
I tip toe back to bed and raise the covers to crawl back in. Joker immediately opens his arms for me and I nestle myself against him, making sure my ass is right up against his morning wood. The minute his hands touch the fabric of the nighty, he freezes.
“What are you doing?” he asks in his husky, sleepy morning voice.
“Nothing. Getting back into bed for a little while.”
“Huh.” He grunts, but his thumb is unconsciously rubbing circles across my belly, his favorite place to touch. It’s almost like he knows it is my most insecure area, so he wants to make sure I know he loves it. How did I get so lucky and find a man like this? It still doesn’t make any sense to me.
“Let’s go back to sleep. It’s early,” I tell him, wrapping his arms around me tighter and wiggling my rear a little.
“I think you’re up to no good.”
“And I think I’m up to something very, very good,” I sweetly reply.
His lips brush my exposed shoulder, and I hear him groan. I imagine his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His hips begin to grind, almost on their own accord, seeking out some friction.
“Hey, Joker?” I ask as seductively as possible, which admittedly isn’t.
“Yeah, Beautiful?”
“Will you kiss me?”
I feel him chuckle, his entire body moving against mine, and I clench my thighs together, already feeling overly needy.
“I think that could probably be arranged.” He kisses up my neck and nips at my earlobe, earning him a moan I can’t keep inside. “I like this thing by the way,” he says, palming the silk covering my skin. “The way it glides across your body, adding the softest sensation to your skin.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, a little breathless and a lot turned on.
“It’s staying on.”
“Because you don’t want to look at me?” I automatically ask, those insecurities popping up when I don’t want them to.
He stiffens, his eyes flying up to mine, and a small smile plays on his lips. “No, baby, because I do want to look at you. All the fucking time. But I haven’t touched you in weeks and I’m afraid the sight of your naked body would unman me like a horny teen seeing a pair of tits for the first time. Can’t have our first at bat go down like that, now can we?”
“So what do you propose?”
“How about I show you instead?”
His mouth covers mine, not waiting for an answer, our tongues twisting and dancing with each other. He turns me over so I’m on my back, one of his thighs covering mine, his leg sliding against my pussy, his cock against my hip. He kisses down my jaw to my neck, licking at the tendon and nipping at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, twining my fingers in his hair and pulling him to me.
As he moves down my body, he adjusts himself over me, straddling my leg while his still applies pressure between my legs. He kisses the tops of my breasts, but doesn’t move the nighty out of the way, sucking both my nipple and the fabric into his mouth. Pulling away from one to repeat the process on the other, he pops off and inspects his handiwork. I glance down my body to see two circular wet spots on my chest, only the look in his eyes keeping me from laughing. He looks feral, animalistic.
“I need you,” I tell him.
“Not until I taste you first.”
He slides down the fabric covering my belly until he’s kneeling between my legs, leaving wet, open mouth kisses all down the front of my nighty, stopping every couple to admire his marks on me. Just when I think he’s going to finally put his mouth on my pussy, he pulls the fabric down, placing it over the top of my slit, covering my clit.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Trust me.” He grins the most delicious grin, before lowering his head.
He licks me from my opening to right below where the fabric now covers me, avoiding my clit and making me groan my displeasure. “Stop playing, Joker.”
“I said trust me.”
I throw my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, putting all my faith in the man currently playing with me.
And then his tongue is fucking me, his nose rubbing on the fabric that is now rubbing on my clit. It’s silky, but foreign. It feels good. My groan of frustration turns into something else entirely as my hips start to move on their own accord. I’m climbing the peak to my orgasm when he adds a finger into the mix, pulling his tongue out and replacing it with his curved digit, rubbing my inner wall. He pulls the now wet fabric away from me and sucks my clit into his mouth. When he scrapes it gently with his teeth, I go over, screaming his name and pulling his hair. I don’t know if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away.
He continues to finger fuck me until I finally can’t take anymore. “Stop, please. I can’t…no more…”
He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a cheshire cat grin on his face. “I don’t think this thing is ever going to be the same.” He waggles his brows and slides his hands up my hips, pulling the nighty with him until it’s rolled up under my tits. He pulls his pajama pants down far enough to free his cock, and positions himself between my legs.
“Fast and dirty or slow and sweet?” he asks, kissing up my neck again.
“Yes,” I answer, rubbing his cock along my sensitive flesh.
“Dirty girl.” He grins, pinning my arms above my head and using his own strength to line himself up and thrust inside of me.
“Yes!” I cry out.
He’s punishing in his rhythm, both of us all grunts and moans, skin slapping against skin. It’s hot, it’s carnal. It’s pure need.
He lets go of my hands to get a better angle, pushing himself up so that each thrust grinds against my clit.
“You’re going to come again, Beautiful.”
I nod, already knowing he’s right. I pull my legs up higher on his hips, locking my feet behind his back, and push against the headboard to give him the motion he needs to go over the edge with me.
I feel the tingles start in my belly and go out, up through my chest, down to my toes, and I gasp. “Harrison!”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, pushing even faster, his control gone, and it’s only one. Two. Three. Thrusts before he’s flying over the cliff with me.
He collapses on top of me, my arms automatically going around him to hold him tight, and we lay like that until our breathing calms and our hearts slow.
His head lifts from my chest, and he gives me a lazy smile. “We need to get in the shower. We have plans today.”
“We do? Can it wait for a power nap?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nope. Need to be on the road in,” he looks at the clock, “thirty. Or we’ll be late.”
“Joker!” I push him off of me. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Didn’t know you were going to wake up and have your wicked way with me.”
I roll my eyes, standing from the bed and going to the dresser. Pulling out a bra and panties, I turn back to him. “What’s the dress code?”
“Comfy, but bike ready.”
“Jeans and a t-shirt it is,” I say to myself before walking towards the bathroom. “Taking a shower,” I tell him.
“I’ll be in there to help you momentarily.”
I turn around and look at him. “I thought you said we have to leave in thirty?”
“Yeah, I’m going to send a text and tell them we’re going to be late.”
I shake my head and walk to the shower. I turn it on, and he’s behind me before the water even has a chance to warm up. His cock is hard, and he’s gloriously naked already.
“We’re going to be late,” I say as I turn to face him and put my hands around his neck.
“So late,” he agrees.
And we are, in fact, very late.
“Where are we going?” I ask, putting my helmet on fifty minutes later.
“Briar Mountain. We’re meeting with the ANON guys. Sammy’s coming down, as well.”
“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” I exclaim, swatting his hand away when he tries to help adjust my helmet.
“Because you wouldn’t have let me in the shower with you.” He smirks.
“Fucking right, I wouldn’t have. What are they going to think?”
“Who gives a fuck what they think, it’s not like it’s an official meeting. More like a catch up to find out if anything new has happened.”
“Still, Joker. It’s rude to make others wait on you.”
“Do you know how many times we’ve all had to wait on Daniel because Victoria was within fifty feet and his dick took notice? This is payback, Beautiful, that’s all.”
I shake my head and get on the back of the bike. I hold him tight and watch the scenery as we go. Coming into Briar Mountain is always breathtaking. We leave one side of the ridge and then we’re here, in this small town that’s laid out like a wagon wheel. From the top of the ridge, you can clearly see it, even if it’s grown since Trish was in school here. It looks like they’ve just added another rung to the wheel.
He pulls up in front of the Briar Mountain Community Center, and we walk in hand in hand. When we get inside, we’re greeted by a beautiful black woman whose smile lights up the room when she sees Joker.
“Look who finally decided to show up. Mr. Clown.”
“You wound me, Del. Right here.” He pats his chest.
“Is that Joker?” another female voice asks.
“The one and only!” he calls out, his smile still firmly in place.
Another beautiful woman appears. Tall, blonde, great rack, and a smile. These people are almost scary happy!
“Oh, my gosh,” she gushes, pulling me out of Joker’s grip and into a bear hug. “You’re here. You’re his Ginny!”
“That’s me,” I squeak.
“Oh,” she pulls back. “So sorry! I’m Victoria Thorpe-Allen. It’s really nice to meet you.”
“You’re…Abigail’s sister?” I ask.
“I am! You know Abs?”
“Her old assistant, Trish. She’s my best friend.”
“I know her! Wow, small world. Also, Daniel told me what’s been going on with you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Depends on what he told you, I guess.” I smile in return.
“He kind of told me all of it that he knew. That you were this big time cello player and then you got into a bad relationship, but you walked away, and then what happened at the school. And, I looked you up on the internet, and you were an amazing cellist. I’ve been listening to your performances for weeks. I can’t get enough of it. You’re just so talented.”
“Umm,” I stammer, blushing from head to toe. “Thank you. I didn’t even know those old things were out there.”
“Oh, honey,” Delia says. “Not only are they out there, but with you being connected to the school and what happened, they are blowing up again. Your old stuff is all over social media. Even my boys said something about it.”
I stare at Joker, who looks too innocent. “You knew about this?” I ask him.
“I might have known something about it,” he confesses.
“I’m sorry,” Victoria says. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No, not at all. I just didn’t know those were all being pulled up again.”
“Well, anyway, I wanted to also tell you that I’m really happy you walked away before he could hurt you more than he already had. And before there was a legally binding document between you. I wish I had done that. I just…if you ever want to talk to someone who knows exactly what you’ve been though, I’m here for you, okay?”
“Wow, thanks.”
Delia nods her head. “You can also talk to me. Been there, have the scars. If it wasn’t for people like Joker here, it could have been a whole lot worse.” She smiles his way.
It’s then I understand how important ANON is. “I’m really glad you got out,” I tell her.
Victoria gives me a soft smile and motions to her office, while Delia sits back down at her desk. I look at Joker.
“This is like some weird sorority I never thought I’d be a part of.”
“Maybe. Take a look around sometime. Everybody from every class from every place on earth was someone or knows someone who was or is in your shoes. You are not alone. Ever.”
“Thanks,” I whisper. “Let’s go see what Fucky McFuckerson was up to.”
“The name just fits, doesn’t it?” Joker smiles and takes my hand, leading me to the conference room.