Chapter 11
“So you two never fucked before? Seriously?” The ride to the bar this morning has been quiet. Really fucking quiet for her. She’s too busy basking in post-coital glow to yammer on like usual.
She shakes her head, a lazy grin on her face. “We never even kissed until last night. He never let himself go there.”
Am I jealous? Slightly. I would’ve liked to have watched or been asked to join. “That’s wild. All those years living under the same roof, down the hall from each other… I would’ve fucked you every chance I got.”
She blushes but not in a demure way. Her cheeks and chest flush with carnal fucking lust. Like she’s Lilith in the flesh. “Well, now you can, Scar.”
I wedge my hand between her thighs, feeling this new sense of possessiveness over her. A feeling of ownership. “You pushed him too far with this Kane shit. He’s not all aglow like you are today, Cherry. Be easy with him later.”
Her grin fades and her eyes harden. She shoves my hand away. “You don’t know him like I do. You don’t know anything about us.”
“You’re right. I don’t. Sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” I grip the wheel and glare at the road ahead while she continues to give me the silent treatment for the rest of the ride.
Fuck. I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like for them, both growing up without their moms. Forced to live together when they were just strangers to each other.
Then forbidden to follow their feelings because they were thrust into this weird family dynamic that didn’t really exist. And all under the roof of her daddy, the preacher, to really rub salt and holy water into the wound.
I know how those men are. All self-righteous and indignant of right and wrong.
When all he was doing was pushing them closer together.
In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit as Omen would say.
But these folks out here don’t pray that way.
They warn against impure thoughts while dangling lust like it’s a carrot on a string in a burrow full of hungry rabbits.
Thank fuck, I’m an atheist. I don’t have any guilt keeping me up at night. Not the religious kind anyway. All my sins are the fun kind.
I pull into the parking lot of Level Up and take the spot in front with Cherry’s name on it. She’s out of my truck, slamming the door shut before I’ve even killed the engine. Fuck, it’s going to be a long day.
I jog after her. “Hold up. I need to check inside and make sure that creep isn’t lurking in here.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Kane isn’t stupid enough to break into my bar. I grew up with him. He’s a pervert, and a bit rough in the bedroom, but he wouldn’t hurt me for real.”
I follow her inside, my blood boiling at the thought of some other dude touching her. I’ve been dreaming about Cherry Bradley for eight years. Ever since that night I saw her covered in the blood of her attackers.
My cock grew so big and hard for her, I haven’t been able to fully enjoy sex with anyone else since. I need to get inside her tight little pussy before I explode soon.
I motion for her to wait by the bar while I do a quick perimeter check. I check the upstairs apartment first, then the back storage room, and finally the tiny kitchen that barely fits her grill and fryer. How the fuck does she turn out so many burgers and fries in this tight little space?
She’s setting up the square-shaped bar when I return, moving and gliding around it like a lethal ballerina. The bar’s positioned in the middle of the arcade so it gives her a clear view of the entire space no matter what angle she’s looking out from. It’s pretty fucking genius.
I come up behind her and spin her around. She backs up into a row of bottles, cursing as I throw her off balance. “What the fuck, Scar?”
“You said Kane was rough in the bedroom. What did you mean by that?” I haven’t let that shit go for one second.
Her eyes dart to the floor. She tucks a strand of purple hair behind her ears and lets out a sigh. The entire act makes her look like a teenager. Like a scared little girl trapped inside the body of a stunning tattooed goddess. With a mouth like a siren and a truck driver’s all in one.
I reach out and tuck another stray hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. “You can tell me, sweetheart. Was it the kind of rough I know you crave… or the kind that you didn’t ask for?”
“Both? I don’t know.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. “He likes it when I get really fucked up first… pills, booze, all of the above. So a lot of it’s hazy.”
I stroke her goose-pimpled arms. “Sounds like a real piece of work. He ever leave marks? Or make you think you were done for?”
She nods. “Yeah that’s why I ended it last year. He went too far. It freaked me out. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to scare me. But there was something in his eyes… in the way he grabbed me.”
Every cell in my body is murderous. The ways I want to torture this fucker are unspeakable. I grit my teeth and clench my fists at my sides. “Give me your phone.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why? You’re just going to make things worse if you taunt him.”
I don’t give a fuck. I burst out laughing. “Look at me darlin’. I’m the biggest motherfucker in this town. And believe me I’m quick too.” I tug her chin up so she has to crane her neck to look up at me. “Kane needs to know you’re not alone. Give me your fucking phone. Please.”
She yanks it from her back pocket and slams it against my chest. “He’s left me a ton of messages. They started about three am. He wants another video.”
I snicker. “Of course, he does. And soon he’s going to want a front row seat in your bedroom.” I unlock her phone and feel my nostrils flare as I skim through this weirdo’s messages. He’s obsessed with her. Which, I can’t blame him. But she doesn’t belong to him. She belongs to us.
The final text really gets me fired up.
This is your last warning, bitch. For every hour you make me wait, you’ll get a lashing on that whore mouth of yours. Then, when your lips are nice and swollen, I’m going to fuck your throat so raw you won’t even have a voice to beg me to stop with.
I’m shaking. If I grip the phone any harder I might crack it. I look at her and shake my head before typing a response to this prick.
Sorry. Overslept. I’ll make it up to you right now. Just wait a few more minutes. I promise it will be worth it.
“How much time do we have before you’re open for business,” I ask, my heart racing.
She’s finishing wiping off the bottles of premium liquor that run along the length of the bar. “About an hour or so. Why?”
“Good. Come upstairs with me. We’re going to send your loser stalker a new video.” A longing stirs low in my belly. An ache of anticipation.
Her eyelids flutter. “We? What do you mean exactly?”
I roll my thumb across her bottom lip. My cock throbs at the sight of her breath hitching. “You’re going to film me going down on you. Then we’re going to send it to him. He needs to know who you belong to, sweetheart.”
She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. “Are you insane? He’ll send all these pics and videos of me to my daddy.”
I slide my hands around her waist and pull her gently toward me. “No, he won’t. Because you’ve got just as much dirt on him. All these threats… I’ve already traced this number back to him too. He’s an idiot who has no clue what a fucking burner phone is. This one’s registered to his momma.”
Cherry’s eyes widen before she bursts out laughing. “Really? You gotta be kidding me.”
I smirk down at her, elated that I can finally make her smile and blush again. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s give him a real show.”
She bites her lower lip in that way that women do when they’re thinking naughty fucking things about you. “Okay but it’s gotta be the other way around. You need to film me going down on you. That shows him that I’m yours. That you’re in control.”
Fucking hell, I might marry this woman. I plant a kiss on her lips, soft and sensual. No tongue. I just want to nibble on her thick lips first. “I’m going to get aggressive. Dominate. But I will never hurt you. Understand?”
She nods. “I trust you.”
I hold her phone while she nestles between my thighs. “You sure about this?” Sucking a man’s cock is intimate and it can be seen as an act of submission.
She licks her lips before removing her shirt. “Yeah. If we’re going to do this, we might as well piss him off properly.”
Damn, she’s perfect. All these years, when I thought of payback, I never imagined how fucking satisfied it would be to see her down on her knees about to swallow my cock.
But it’s a fucking start.
“Ready? As soon as I press record, it’s on. I’m going to put my hands on your head. If it’s too much, just pinch the inside of my thigh and I’ll stop.” Is that excitement in her eyes? I swear this is turning her on just as much as it is me.
She licks her lips first, getting them nice and wet, before rolling the tip of her tongue across the underside of my shaft. I immediately lean back and let out a moan. She made that move just for me. My belly flips and a wave of heat rolls through me. Fuck, I could get lost in her…
“Mmm. You taste good.” She wraps her tattooed hand around the base of my cock, wriggling her delicate fingers into a firm grip.
“Deep breath, baby girl.” I lower her head to my cock with one hand and hit record with the other.
She lets out a loud dramatic moan as she slides her lips down my cock. Fuck that feels amazing. I pull her strands taut in my palm and shove her head down. “Good girl. Choke on daddy’s dick.”
It’s not going to take long for me to cum at this angle. I’m buried so deep inside her throat, I’m amazed she hasn’t tried to come up for air. She keeps moaning and whimpering as she twirls her tongue around my cock, sucking and gently scraping her teeth while I thrust.
“That’s good, baby. Fuck yeah. You looks so pretty like this.” I zoom in closer, making sure to get a clear shot of my thick cock sliding in and out of her swollen lips. Then I pan back again to make sure this fucker sees how big my forearm is. It’s almost as wide as her head.
She nestles in even closer, spreading my thighs apart so she can press her tits against them. A low humming erupts from her and I’m a fucking goner.
I let go of her hair and pinch her chin. “Let’s get that throat nice and wet now.” I thrust hard and am shocked again at how she takes it. Omen was right, this woman has no gag reflex. Now that’s something I can thank the Lord for.
She cups my balls, pushing me over the edge.
Fuck.
I almost drop the phone when a wave of spasms seize my cock. The blood rushes forward, making me clench and grind in deeper. I slide my hand down her neck and wrap it around the base of her throat. “Oh, yeah. Fucking drink. Mmm.” I’m obsessed with the way her throat bobs against my palm.
But I want to paint her lips white too. I yank her head back before she can drink me dry and finish on her face. Like a good fucking girl, she helps, gripping my cock steady and letting me spray my cum all over her mouth and chin.
“Oh fuck, Cherry.”
She licks her lips and smiles at the camera. “Thanks, daddy. I was so thirsty.”
I flip it around to show my face. “Lose my girl’s fucking number.” I glare hard into the lens before hitting stop on the record button.
Cherry rests her head on my thigh. “That was fun. I like the way you taste.”
I stroke her head. “I wasn’t too hard on you was I?”
She giggles. “You could’ve been rougher actually.”
My belly flips again. She was fucking made for me. “Noted for next time.” I wink at her.
As I watch her put her shirt back on and stagger into the kitchen to go make us coffee, another ache festers. This one pulls at my heart strings. I’m more into her than I thought. It’s her scent, her laugh, her work ethic… all of the things she does and says that keeps pulling me in deeper.
I can feel the sloppy grin taking over my face when she hands me a piping-hot dose of black coffee. I feel like a fucking lovesick puppy right now. “You taste good too. You know, from the other night… I hadn’t had a chance to tell you that yet.”
She blushes and this time it seems more innocent than carnal. “Thanks.”
“Alright, I’m going to hit send. You still good with that?” I ask.
She nods before taking a sip out of her steaming mug. “I’m going to be real fucking pissed if he makes good on his threats though, Scar.”
I smirk. She’s so fucking hot and adorable when she’s feisty. “If this backfires, you have permission to smack me around.”
This makes her giggle again. “That might turn me on actually.”
Fucking hell, I’m hard again. “You’re lucky I support small businesses. Otherwise, I’d say forget your customers and let me fuck you all day instead.”
Cherry licks her lips, a devious grin forming. And for a second I think she’s contemplating my offer. “Tempting, but I gotta pay the bills.”
“Mmm. And you look good doing it too.” I blow out a deep breath and will my erection down. “Fuck. I need to stop. I’m going to collect a raincheck on that later though.”
“No complaints here,” she purrs.
I text the video to Kane and then send a copy of it to myself as well, which makes her giggle for a third time.
Looks like I’ve got Miss Cherry Bradley as giddy as a schoolgirl.
And that’s no easy feat. Although, I can’t ignore the fact that she’s been in a better mood since Hawk finally fucked her.
I’m still a little salty about not being involved but I keep reminding myself that it’s been a long time coming for them. They needed it. And now, if we could just get Omen to stop hating her… Well, we all know he doesn’t actually hate her, but getting him to admit that might take a small miracle.