Chapter 25 #2
Cara, I pull Moira protectively into my side. It’s amazing that
I had once thought this woman beautiful, from a purely male
appreciative standpoint. But knowing what I know about her, and
knowing that she has malice toward Moira and wanted to taint her with
a disgusting offer of group sex and drugs, has me feeling more than a
little dangerous at the moment.
Cara stands there,
wearing a blood-red gown, her hair piled with sophistication on top
of her head. She’s holding a tumbler full of amber liquid and
by the glaze in her eyes and the slight way in which she sways back
and forth, I can tell she’s drunk.
“Where’s
your date tonight?” I sneer. “Oh, wait… that would
be your brother, right?”
Cara merely cocks up
a perfectly arched eyebrow over my audacity. While my preference is
to fight with fists and blades, I can sharpen my words when I need
to.
“How dare you
think to judge me?” Cara says snidely. “You’re
nothing more than a jungle rat trying to fit into a society that will
never accept the likes of you. You’re nothing and you’ll
never amount to anything here, hard as you might like to try. So,
enjoy your time here while you can, Tarzan. Then run back to your
little home and try to remember all the ways in which you failed. I’m
betting Moira will be grateful to get rid of you, leech, but then
again, she’s one of those women that look easy to appease. I’m
sure she’ll be fucking her next pet Indian as soon as you’re
gone.”
“You fucking
bitch,” Moira snarls as she takes a step toward Cara but I pull
her back toward me.
I hear another
voice from behind me add on, “What in the hell has gotten in to
you, Cara?”
Angling my head, I
see Randall standing there with anger blazing in his eyes. He steps
around me and takes Cara by the upper arm, leaning in closer to her.
“It is unacceptable to speak to Zach that way. He’s
family.”
Cara pulls her arm
away from Randall, her own eyes fevered with indignation. “He’s
not our family. You’re blind to him.”
“I see as well
as I ever do,” Randall murmurs with disappointment. “I’m
seeing very well right now. I think you need to leave, Cara.”
“What?”
she asks in disbelief. “You’re kicking me out of your
home?”
“I’m
asking you to leave before you make a scene and before I’m
forced to kick you out. Go home and sleep off your drunk, and then
maybe tomorrow you’ll be able to offer Zach and Moira an
apology.”
“Never,”
she hisses but spins on her heel, almost toppling over and heading
toward the doorway. I notice Clint angling in toward her. He takes
ahold of her arm as if to steady her, but she throws it off. He
follows right behind her, and I sincerely hope that I never have to
see those two again.
“I’m so
sorry, Zach,” Randall says to me in apology. “She’s
had too much to drink, and I’m sure she didn’t mean those
words.”
Moira rests a hand
on my arm, but I can feel her shaking. Oily unease settles within my
chest, almost suffocating me. “You don’t need to
apologize for her, Randall. Besides… her words were pretty
much true.”
“That’s
preposterous,” Randall gasps. “Her words were nothing
more than meaningless drivel coming from a drunken and self-absorbed
woman.”
“Still,”
I tell him kindly as I reach a hand up to clasp his shoulder. “It’s
not your place to apologize for her behavior. Now, if you don’t
mind… I think Moira and I are going to leave for the night.”
Moira slips her hand
into mine and laces her fingers with a slight squeeze. “Thank
you for hosting this party for Zach. It was very nice.”
I know that was the
kindest thing Moira could think to say to Randall at this moment, and
I watch as sadness overtakes his face. “It was a pretty stupid
idea having this, huh? What was I thinking? These people aren’t
your friends. Hell, ninety percent of them aren’t my friends
either.”
“It’s
okay,” I assure him. “It was the gesture that counted.”
“I’m
sorry,” Randall says, his eyes soft and wistful. “I just
wanted to show you off. I’m just… really proud of you,
Zach. I have no one else in my family that gives me such pride.
That’s all.”
Some of the darkness
that had been threatening to overtake me over Cara’s words…
which were no doubt about as truthful as any I’ve heard since
I’ve been here, starts to recede. Warm fondness for this man,
who has indeed given me an amazing opportunity, which led me to
Moira, starts to fill up that black hole. Yes, I will miss him too,
when I’m gone.
A lot.
Moira sits
straddling me in the limousine on the way home. She had just pushed a
button that rolled up a dark piece of glass that separated the driver
from us. Then she pulled up her gown, threw a bare leg over my own,
and settled down into my lap.
I don’t
hesitate a moment, reaching up and pulling the top of her dress down
to expose both of her creamy, pale breasts. She wraps her arms around
my head and pulls my face to her. My tongue flicks at a nipple,
teasing it to a stiff peak before pulling it into my mouth and
sucking on it.
My hands slide up
her thighs, pushing the satiny material of her dress further up until
I glance down and see a hint of white silk covering her pussy. I dip
a finger under the edge and skim my finger through the slick folds,
causing Moira’s back to arch backward in pleasure.
“That feels
good,” she moans softly.
A little too softly
for my needs, so I plunge a finger in deep and she cries out.
“How does that
feel?” I ask her as I lean back a bit and watch as my finger
pumps in and out of her.
“Oh, fuck…
so good,” she says, and I add another finger, then another.
Not good enough…
I want to hear more, so I lean my body to the side and lay flat
against the leather seat, keeping Moira in place with my free hand.
“Crawl up
here,” I tell her as I remove my fingers. “I want to fuck
you with my tongue.”
Moira scrambles up
my chest, pulling clumsily at the material of her dress to keep it
out of the way. She takes a brief look out the window and says,
“We’re about five minutes from the house.”
“More than
enough time,” I assure her and grab onto her hips, dragging her
the rest of the way up my body. I bend my legs, scooting my body down
further in the seat so I can give her enough room to spread legs wide
on either side of me.
When she’s
perfectly positioned over my face, I order her, “Now lower that
pussy onto my mouth, sweet girl. I’m starving.”
Bracing her hands on
the door, she slowly lowers herself. I stick my tongue out to make
first contact, eagerly probing at her entrance, and she continues to
sink down until I’ve impaled her with it.
“Oooohhhh,”
Moira gushes as she swivels her hips above me.
I push my arms up
between her thighs and, with my hands, I peel back the swollen lips
of her pussy, giving me unfettered access to what I’m really
searching for. I need that clit between my lips if I’m going to
get her off fast.
Latching on and
sucking hard, I pull my tongue in on the action and strike quickly at
her with it. Moira cries out almost painfully but then gasps, “Oh,
damn… I’m going to come so fast.”
That motivates me
further, and my tongue fucking picks up the pace. I manage to rotate
one hand to jam a thumb into her wetness, and Moira nearly shoots off
my face. I pull her back down and concentrate on pounding her clit
with my tongue, pulling her down hard against me almost to the point
of suffocation.
I know she starts to
come when her thighs clamp hard against me, and she grinds herself
down onto me. I actually just constrict my tongue into a hard point,
and let her ride it through her orgasm. She finally falls backward on
my body, staring up at the ceiling of the car with her bare breasts
heaving.
“Oh, Zach…
you destroy me so good,” she says softly.
It’s then that
I realize the limo has come to a stop. I sit up in the seat and wipe
the wetness from my face with the sleeve of my tuxedo jacket, and see
my little house glowing under a streetlight.
I have no clue how
long we’ve been here, but I can see the driver waiting
patiently outside the car door, his back to us.
“Holy fuck,”
I say in astonishment. “I’m betting he got an eye and
earful.”
Moira giggles as she
pulls the top of her dress up and rolls to the side to straighten out
the folds of the skirt portion. “His car smells like sex. He’s
going to have to spray this down.”
I reach out and grab
ahold of her shoulders, pulling her into me for a swift kiss. “I
love the way it smells. All musky and sweet like you. In fact, I want
to get you in the house so I can do that again to you.”
Pulling away, I
reach for the car door, but Moira’s words halt me. “Actually…
I was hoping we could do something else tonight.”
I turn to look at
her, my eyebrows raised in expectation. “What did you have in
mind?”
“Well,”
she drawls out. “I’ve had a few drinks… and you
just gave me a massive orgasm. I’m feeling so relaxed.”
I look at her in
curiosity and wait for her to tell me exactly what she wants.
“So relaxed,”
she continues, as if she’s leading up to a big, secretive
reveal. “I think I want to give you my ass tonight.”
A groan rips out of
my throat as lust sizzles through my body. My dick goes so hard that
it feels like it could cut through steel. I grab her hand, throwing
the door open so suddenly that the driver yelps and jumps away as I
drag Moira out of the car.
“Thanks for
the ride,” I tell the driver as I bend down and haul Moira up
over my shoulder.
“Yeah, thanks
for the ride,” she calls out to him as I bound up the porch
steps and practically kick my own door open.