Chapter 18
“W here are you going now?” I ask Mom, when I catch her wheeling a suitcase toward the front door.
“The Carmichaels invited us to spend the weekend with them at their lake house.” She answers my question just as Bill steps out of his office, buttoning up his jacket.
“There you are. You look lovely, sweetheart,” he kisses Mom's cheek, and she blushes like a teenager.
“You were away all of last weekend, and I only have a few more weeks before I have to go back to L.A. I thought it would be nice for us to spend some time…”
“Yes darling, and we will, but the Carmichaels hold a really influential seat, and if Bill wants to be a candidate next year, he needs those kinds of connections. Oh, and speaking of connections…” she hands me a piece of paper from her purse.
“That’s Leia Walker’s number. The Mayor’s daughter.
She’s a lovely girl, a little older than you, but she’s got your number, and she’s going to invite you over tomorrow night.
I’m told not many in town get the honor of an invite to her parties, so you must be very excited.
” Her attempt to rally some enthusiasm from me falls flat.
“Aren’t I a little old for you to be setting me up on play dates?” I hand back the piece of paper.
“Maisie, you are going to that party. You can’t afford to decline an invitation like that,” she snaps back at me.
“ I can’t, or you can’t?” I question. “I’m not gonna be here much longer.
I have no intention of making new friends here.
I have friends in L.A.,” I remind her, granted it’s been a while since I bothered to contact them.
I’ve been far too busy trying to get Garrett’s attention, but I see no point in making the effort when I’ll be leaving so soon.
“And let’s not forget who will be paying your college fees and living costs so you can go back home,” Mother speaks through a tight smile, reminding me that we came here with absolutely nothing.
“Mayor Walker is the kind of man Bill needs on his side. Fork River may seem like a small town, but he’s a big fish.
” She fakes a motherly gaze at me when she takes my hand in hers, and presses the paper back into my palm.
“We’ll be back Sunday night, darling,” Finding her calm, she leans in to kiss my cheek, and Bill nods me an awkward goodbye, before they set off out the door.
I head back upstairs toward my room, already feeling bored.
Wade left for a competition last night, and Garrett spends all his time out on the ranch with the wranglers these days.
Now that Mom and Bill have left, I’m home alone, and when I pass Garrett’s bedroom door and find it ajar, curiosity has me pushing it open a little wider.
It’s intrusive and a touch stalker-like, but I figure I may not get another opportunity like it, so I decide to take a look inside.
The interior is very similar to mine, and Garrett doesn’t seem to have a lot of personal belongings. A few trophies in his windowsill and a couple of rodeo buckles.
I open his wardrobe and slide my fingers over his clothes; it smells like his aftershave in here, and taking the cuff of one of his shirts, I bring it up to my mouth and kiss it. Next time he wears this one, I’ll know, and it will give me a little satisfaction.
I sit on his bed to test his mattress, it’s much firmer than mine, and I imagine he likes it that way, there’s nothing soft about him. I lay back and rest my head on his pillow, and when I look up at his ceiling, I wonder what he thinks about when he lies here at night.
Does he ever think of me?
Since I’ve been here, all I think about when I’m in bed, is him. I’ve even forgotten about missing my friends and how much I didn’t want to be here. If he does think of me, I wonder if he ever touches himself like I do.
The need is there, just thinking about it.
My pussy starts throbbing and leaks a little into my panties when I imagine him stroking his thick, long cock through his hand.
I close my eyes so I can picture it. It’s even easier now that I know how big he is.
I felt it touch against me through his towel in the shower, the other day, and with that vision in mind, I give into temptation, and lift up my dress.
My hand slides into my panties, and my fingers touch the part of me that aches.
I imagine it’s his fingertips touching me as I take in the scent of him from his pillow.
Stroking over my sensitive flesh, and edging myself toward that satisfying feeling of contentment.
I imagine the weight of him on top of me, his breath in my ear and his skin touching mine and, when the sound of his throat clearing sounds a little too real to be in my imagination, I force my eyes open.
I want to die when I see him, his shoulder resting against his door frame and eyes fixed on me.
I can only judge, from his relaxed posture and the fact he has his arms crossed, that he’s been there a while.
“Shit. I’m… I,” I sit bolt upright, and feel my cheeks burning.
“Keep going,” his forehead creases even more, and when he pushes himself away from the doorframe and starts stepping closer, I can’t decide if he’s angry at me or getting off on my embarrassment.
More heat rushes to my cheeks. My heart beats like a drum, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
“I’m sorry, I was just…”
“I said, keep going,” he repeats slowly, his voice remains low and calm, and he watches intently as I give in to his order and lay back down, placing my hand back inside my panties.
The way he tilts head and bites his lip as he scrutinizes what I’m doing, makes me want to give him more. So I push my panties down my legs and kick them off the bed, so he has a full view of me.
Maybe I should feel exposed or humiliated, but I don’t. I feel alive, and having all his attention on me like this has me burning inside.
“What were you thinking about?” He edges a little closer to the bottom of the mattress.
“I was wondering what it might be like to have you touch me,” I tell him honestly, as my fingers continue to rub against my clit, creating the friction I crave from him.
“And did it feel good?” Gradually he leans his body over mine, propping himself up with one hand and taking his hat off with the other. He carefully places it on the mattress beside my head and looks down his nose at me.
“Yes, it felt good,” my lips tremble, and my fingers apply a little more pressure.
“Don’t go too fast,” he shakes his head and talks so soothingly, that I start to regulate my heartbeat again. “I want you to make it last a while,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I smile and nod as I take in his instruction, slowing my fingers into lazy circles.
“You ever had a man inside you, Maisie?” His lips are so close to mine I could easily reach up and kiss them, and I have to shake my head to answer his question because I can't form words.
All I can do is will him with my mind to take over what I’m doing, with his own hand.
“You ever put a finger inside yourself?” he asks next, and I hear the tension in his voice
“No,” I swallow thickly, when I realize where this is going.
“I bet you’re throbbing on the inside, right now. You should try it.” When I nod my head back at him, he creases his forehead deeper.
“Then do it. Take your finger, and slowly push it inside your pussy,” he leans into my ear, and his breath against my skin feels like sunshine on a winter's day.
I take his instruction, slowly pushing my index finger into my pussy and stroking myself on the inside.
“It’s tight, isn’t it?” Garrett slides his nose along my jaw, and when his lips touch my ear, I shiver. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.” I use my thumb to massage my clit, to keep it from pulsing.
“Can you take another one, stretch yourself a little more?” There’s a strain in his voice that tells me he’s making himself suffer.
“I can do that,” I assure him, inserting another finger and moaning as I feel myself stretch around it. It’s a little sore, but Garrett is the perfect distraction, and when I glance up and see him looking down on me with those dark, heavy eyes, I wonder why he makes me suffer, too.
“You ever come before?” he asks, looking between our bodies and watching me work myself.
I shake my head, feeling ashamed to admit it.
I’m eighteen years old. None of my friends are virgins anymore, and barring touching myself a little, like I was before he caught me, I have no experience with these kinda things.
“You could give your first one to me. I think you’d like that,” he growls, and I nod my head far too enthusiastically.
He pulls back, and when he wets his lips, I wonder if this will be the moment that it happens. I swear that all the tension that’s built up inside me will erupt into something incredible, if those lips touch mine.
I close my eyes and wait, but that moment doesn’t come, and the ache inside me grows heavier and harder to bear.
Garrett’s forehead touches mine, the same way it did in the shower.
“Let me have it,” his voice commands, and just like he flicked a switch, my body jerks.
My head spins as I throb around my fingers, soaking them with pleasure, and I grab hold of his bicep through his shirt with my free hand, when I feel like I’m falling.
It lasts longer than I expect it to, and his body remains tense and taut above me as I moan and lose all my control.
When it’s over, I open my eyes and breathe, having no idea how the atmosphere will be between us now we’ve shared something so intimate.
Garrett still has that serious look on his face, and when he sits back on his knees, I watch in shock as he takes the wrist of the hand I just pleasured myself with, and raises it to his lips.
His eyes remain fixed on mine when he takes my two fingers inside his mouth and sucks them clean. Then leaning back over my body he picks up his hat and places it back on his head.
“No one ever forgets the first time they come, Maisie,” he promises me, forcing himself off the bed and walking out of the room.