Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
ISAAK
I don’t know what the fuck is happening. Kira barely makes it off the highway before pulling the car off the road and under a stubby tree before jamming it in park and absolutely losing her shit.
I yank the parking break to make sure we’re parked, then unhook Kira’s seatbelt. As gently as I can, I lift her out of the driver’s side seat and into my arms.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I’m pretty sure of her answer even before she nods against my neck because as soon as I’ve gotten her into my lap, she completely collapses on me and wraps her arms and legs as tightly around me as much as she can in the front seat. Like she’s a koala bear and I’m a tree.
I stroke my fingers through her hair. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper into her hair, tucking her as tightly against my chest as I can.
“Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay now. I’m so, so sorry.” I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for. For bringing any of this up. For whatever happened to her that night. For my murderous thoughts toward Drew, because seriously, the next time I see that guy, all I’m gonna want to do is stab my sharpest knife through his ball sack and twist until he bleeds out.
She pulls back, both her eyes and nose running, and both red. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. He just ended up shoving his fingers inside me. It’s not even a big deal.”
Every cell in my body goes ice cold. “He did what?”
“When he wasn’t hard enough to go in, he put a few fingers inside me instead.”
A few ? She hasn’t said so, but I’m assuming she was a virgin.
“Did you want him to?”
“We were past that part, I’d thought.”
“What part?”
“The putting it in stage.” Another hard sob. “I can’t remember if I told him I wanted to stop. I just thought it was obvious because I was crying so hard.”
She was crying, and that fucker still?—
“But he didn’t stop?” I ask through clenched teeth.
She shakes her head. “He just sort of fell back on top of me and shoved his fingers in.”
“And you didn’t want that?”
“I can’t remember if I said no or not.”
She sobs again, and I bring her closer, holding her as fiercely as I can. I’m trying to also hold her in a way that she feels like she can escape easily if she needs to.
Jesus, all I want to do is hold her. I’ve seen this shit happen to far too many foster sisters throughout the years. Then sisters in the military. I protected who I could, where I could. Some guys seemed to think because they were bigger, it gave them the right to take whatever they wanted from anyone smaller. I always figured because I was bigger still, it meant I was supposed to even the odds if I could.
But you can never protect everyone all the time. The evil in this fucking world was always ready to crush your soul around the next corner.
“None of that was your fault and it doesn’t matter if you said no out loud or not,” I whisper. “You were crying. It was a violation. That wasn’t consensual sex. Consent has to be enthusiastic, and you were fucking crying.”
She laughs through her next sob. “I love that you know all that, old man.”
“Exactly. I’m the old one here. Aren’t they teaching that shit in sex ed by now?”
She leans against my chest and sighs. “It’s still Texas. Sex ed is basically just abstinence-only. So maybe he didn’t know any better.”
My teeth grind. Bullshit, he didn’t know better. Any man who’s paying attention and checking in with his woman knows if she’s eager or not about the sex you’re having.
But this asshole got Kira believing all sorts of stories to keep the wool over her eyes. Enough so she could later justify getting engaged to her rapist. I’ll call it what it is, even if she won’t or can’t.
This piece of shit has used her since the day he met her, then raped her, probably because he got pissed he couldn’t keep it up, and was gonna keep on using her for the rest of her life. Suckling off the sweet teat of her family’s money to launch his own political career. Just like daddy. He’d absolutely destroy Kira in the process.
Definitely a knife to the balls for him. Then maybe a few accidental slugs through his skull. I don’t care if his daddy is a senator.
He thinks he can get away with anything? I’m happy to prove to him that he’s just a man who’ll bleed like any other.
I’m so busy planning the gruesome and exacting manner of his death that I must miss whatever calculation is happening in Kira’s brain.
Because suddenly she’s kissing me. I can’t help but kiss her back, cradling her face even if I wonder if it’s the right thing to be doing. After everything she just told me, am I being the asshole now? Taking advantage of her when she’s vulnerable?—
Her hand drops to the button of my pants.
“Whoa, whoa,” I say, grabbing her fingers.
She stops, then looks up at me. “Oh. God. Oh my god.”
Her hands leap to cover her face. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed. I just said all that shit and I’m all fucked up and you must?—”
I grab her hands. “No. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but no. I’m trying to be the good guy here. But I’m whatever you need. If that’s to listen, I’m a listening guy. If you tear your clothes off, believe me, I’ll be that guy. And if you need a shut-up-and-leave-you-alone guy, that’s me, too. I’m all those things and whatever else you need me to be because I?—”
Fucking love you.
Oh shit. It would be really fucked up to tell her that right now. Especially since I just realized it myself. But I’m trying to be the good guy, not laying too much on her when she’s vulnerable.
“Really?” she says, peeking out between her fingers, then dropping one hand to reach for a tissue for her nose. “You feel all those different types of ways about me?”
I nod.
“All at once?”
I nod again.
She blinks up at me, this fucking gorgeous redhead with the most luminescent pale skin and a dusting of freckles that makes me want to lick each one individually. She sniffles, then says, “I’ll take the sexy one, then,” like she’s ordering off the menu. Her tongue peeks out between her teeth, and she lunges for me.
I open my arms to welcome her home.
Except I realize only when she dives past me, she wasn’t lunging for me at all. Her breasts press against my chest through her thin shirt as she reaches for my seat lever, dropping my seat back. Then she climbs on top of me.
My hands immediately move to her outer thighs, and my fingers squeeze out of instinct. Fuckin’ Jesus, it feels good to have my hands on this woman again. My cock instantly raises the staff. Hello, troops; it’s time to march.
But silly me, Kira’s not done yet. Before I know it, she crawls off me and lands in the backseat diagonal from me. Her damn car is so small her foot nearly smacks me in the face as she drops to her back and starts shoving her skirt and stockings down.
“You said you’d eat me out earlier. Still feeling that way, big boy?”
I chuckle under my breath at the big boy comment. Is that nickname for me or my cock? And how long has she being calling us that in her head? I’m generally a modest guy, but I know that I’m hung.
Kira takes me back to when I was in high school, except without all the weird head games girls liked to pull. I never have to wonder what she’s thinking, in part because of her terrible poker face and because she just naturally walks around saying whatever she feels or thinks out loud. At least with me.
I fucking love her.
“Hell, yeah, I’m still feeling that way,” I manage to make out through a suddenly thick throat.
“Good.”
“Good.” I grin down at her as she scoots her underwear down her long legs.
She smiles back up me, the red-cheeked, embarrassed smile. “Good.”
The back speakers are blasting some female country singer with a good voice, which is another high school throwback, as I turn on my stomach and scoot my face between her legs.
She’s breathing hard and looking down her belly at me, pulling her shirt up for a better view.
I take it real slow, just breathing out over her sex. Then I dip down and start pressing gentle kisses up her inner thigh and skimming my nose over her skin. I go back and forth, just waiting until she’s trembling.
I don’t give a fuck that we’ve just barely pulled off the I-287. My woman needs some intimacy, she’s gonna get some intimacy. Not a wham-bam, thank you, ma’am, either.
Either she’s dripping for me and begging, or there’s no reason to bother.
I skim just the tip of my tongue up near the apex of her legs and breathe on her sex again.
This time she really trembles, and I get that tell-tale little whine coming from her throat. That’s what I’m talking about.
Only then do I dare lay hands on her, carefully, at her waist. Hers immediately grasp at mine, and I prepare for her to pull me off her.
Instead, she intertwines our fingers and squeezes.
So I head a little further north, my cock rock hard against the front passenger seat I’m half straddling to get to her.
Her pussy smells so fucking good. God, I’ve fucking missed the smell of her. Almost as much as I’ve missed the press of her body against mine in bed. I’ve been all but going insane just being in the same room as her these last few weeks but not able to climb in beside her at night.
I told myself it was because I was afraid I would hurt her again. And I was. Am.
But I think if I’m looking at myself clear-eyed, I know the real reason was that I saw the clock ticking down. And I was afraid I was gonna be the one hurt at the end of this. It was best to stop while there was a chance I’d walk away intact.
But it was already too late, even a month ago. I already loved her then, just like I love her now.
I check her face and her eager eyes, the words on my lips. I love you . I still think it’s best right now if I just show her. She nods shyly at me, giving me the go ahead.
I drop my face to her sex and give us what we’ve both been dying for.
I luxuriate in licking straight up her center. A long, slow, lingering lick, teasing out her essence. It feels so fucking good to bow at her center and inhale, bent and worshipping.
For so many dusty, lonely nights, I would’ve given heaven, earth, and every ounce of rations I had just to be face-deep in a cunt this sweet.
I take another lick, this time lingering to play and explore with my tongue, hands on her waist and sliding around to her voluptuous ass.
She makes a needy little whine, and her legs fall open even wider, hips angling her cunt at a better angle for access.
Fuck. She was made for me. I squeeze her tight ass as I pull her deeper against my face and really start to feast.
“Oh, Isaak,” she whimpers, one hand dropping to fist in my hair. The other wraps in the seatbelt above her head. Her hips rise rhythmically against my face right as I give in and focus on suckling her clit.
“Isaak,” comes an even higher-pitched whimper, hips jerking against my face almost involuntarily this time. Her entire ass shudders in pleasure.
That’s right, honey, give it to me. Give it all to me .
I continue flicking her clit mercilessly with my tongue while keeping up suction.
“Isaak,” she cries with even more need, fingernails scraping my scalp, pulling me against her while her hips thrust.
God, I fucking love it when she loses control. I grip her tighter, mashing her pussy closer to my face. My nose is full of her scent as I breathe in before diving in deeper and suckling her clit, then grazing it lightly with my teeth.
“ ISAAK !” she screams. She thrusts rigidly against me once, twice, three times, and then falls back limp against the back seat.
I pull back, chuckling with satisfaction and wiping my face with my forearm.
“Goddamn, Red.” My voice is deep and ringing with pleasure. “I haven’t eaten that good in weeks.”
She’s still breathing hard and looking at me with blown out pupils. She tries to say something but it comes out more like, “Hulhh?”
“Orgasm got your tongue?”
She limply lifts an arm like she’s gonna smack me on the shoulder, but she barely gets it off the bench seat before she drops it back to her stomach. It has me laughing all the more as I stuff my hard cock back down in my trousers. Whoa, buddy. Not right now . Maybe later.
“Why don’t I take a turn driving for a while?”
“You barely fit behind the wheel.”
I chuckle deep in my chest, feeling happier than I have a right to, considering everything that’s happened today. I lean over even further to land a kiss on Kira’s lips, looking deep into her sleepy eyes.
“Rest up, Red. ’Cause whenever we finally stop for a hotel, I’d love to keep you up the rest of the night. Only if you’re up for it, of course.”
Her eyes pop back wide, suddenly eager again. “Oh, I’m up for it.”
“Then close your eyes.” She closes them obediently, and I kiss each eyelid. “And sleep for a while.”
I buckle the middle buckle around her waist and help her settle in the backseat. She’s got a blanket she keeps back there, so I tuck it in all around her and roll up an old college sweater for a pillow. Then I hop out and run around to the driver’s seat.
She’s not wrong. My six-foot-six frame does barely fit in the damn car, but I crank the seat back as far as it can go, only a little squished.
Then we’re on the road again.
And I sort of feel like a pirate who’s stolen off with the princess.