Chapter 35
Jillian
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Moe nudged her legs apart. Jillian exhaled heavily, unable to open her eyes. There weren't enough hours for her to get caught up on her sleep.
His hand cupped the back of her knee and spread her legs. Oh, God.
Her stomach fluttered. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
He placed his mouth on her pussy, sliding his tongue between the lips to find her clit. Every nerve in her body tingled at the sucking motion from his tongue.
The arch of her back pressed into the mattress. "Mm..."
Moe slid his thumb into her pussy without taking his mouth off her. She groaned, stretching her legs out to the side.
He slid deeper and pulled his thumb almost out before he plunged back in. She lifted her arms and dropped them over her head on the pillow, opening herself up to him.
She grabbed the pillow, overwhelmed at the pleasure his mouth brought her.
Her days were spent dwelling on what she couldn't do.
She couldn't leave Everstill. She couldn't see her mom.
She couldn't understand what or who controlled the veil.
She couldn't understand how so many men were held prisoner here.
Bad men.
It was as if someone or something created a place to punish them. But it wasn't a normal punishment for breaking the law. It was emotional suspension. The men remembered what they did, but they couldn't feel it anymore.
It was tragic.
Yet, she loved her time with Moe. The night hours they had alone were worth any trouble that came to her outside the house during daylight hours.
They'd had sex the minute they hit the bed after work. Her body acted as if he'd never touched her. Desperate and greedy, she came alive.
He took her mind off her worries, brought her out of her depression, and kept her focused on him.
He pushed her thighs wider with his shoulders. His tongue prodded and then softened, licked, and then flicked. Her clitoris throbbed with each stroke.
Her head pressed into the mattress, and she panted big gulps of air. For a heightened second, she forgot to breathe.
She struggled to lift her head and finally managed to stare down her body. Her gaze collided with his. His steel gray gaze sent quivers rolling through her.
Arousal heated his eyes, and he became more determined, groaning against her pussy. The vibrations made by his mouth only weakened her.
She lifted her hips, pressing her mound against his face. His tongue became a relentless tool, torturing her senses. He kept her on edge, backing away when her thighs clamped down on his head, then diving back in when she relaxed.
The whiskers that had grown back caressed her everywhere, leaving their mark behind on her sensitive skin.
"Moe?" She squeezed her eyes closed and reached blindly for him, trying to pull him up and over her.
Her desire to have him inside her drained the energy out of her. She couldn't hold on much longer.
He lifted his head, shifted his body, and pulled her by the legs until her ass hit the edge of the mattress. He hooked her legs over his shoulders. She could only wait for him.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and plunged his cock inside of her. Flat on her back, legs straight up in the air and held tightly, she surrendered to him.
Her pussy clamped down on his pulsating cock.
Each thrust moved her. Her breasts moved. Her neck arched. Her fingers curled into the blanket.
Moe pressed his hand to her lower stomach, holding her on the bed as he continued to pound inside of her. Her nerves rattled; every movement took her higher. Panting, she held on to the pleasure tightening inside of her.
She rolled her head side to side, unable to stop what he'd created. Crying out, she let go as her climax flooded her body.
Moe's hips rapidly moved back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder, and he groaned, sinking deeply inside of her. Her legs shook at the pulses consuming her body.
He swiftly inhaled. "Fuck."
It took all her strength to lift her head off the mattress and look at him. "I have no energy."
He slipped out of her and grabbed her hands, pulling her up to a sitting position. "I'm going to grab a shower before we open the store."
"Leave the water on." She watched him walk out of the room.
She flopped back on the bed and yawned. All she wanted to do was curl up on the mattress and sleep the hours away.
Once she heard the water running, she got up and used the toilet. Waiting for her turn to jump in and wash, she gazed at him through the glass sliding door.
Today would be the same as it was yesterday. They'd slipped back into the routine that Moe held for so many years in Everstill. Now, she was a part of the town.
Not that the others welcomed her. The men were a threat.
She stayed far away from them. The only ones who brought her comfort were Kallie and Finn.
Sometimes, after work, Kallie and she would sit outside the garage while Finn and Moe worked on getting another motorcycle running, so that Moe wouldn't miss his bike that was back at her house.
Finn had one here, so they both took turns riding when they needed to let off steam, but Moe wanted his own.
Luckily, they found one in the old gas station.
All they needed to do was get it running again.
It took him no time to clean up, and she squeezed in and took his place under the showerhead. Not having to wash her hair, she quickly soaped and rinsed off.
Less than a half hour later, they walked through the front door of the store and flipped on the lights to spend another day in Everstill.