Chapter 20 #2
“So do I, but I need to put other clothes on in case we run into . . .”
Sarge grinned, interrupting me. “Don’t you mean some clothes?”
I looked down and saw that the rain had plastered the completely sheer, silky material against my skin, giving Sarge a barely filtered view of my naked body.
“Take me back to the house,” I ordered as he took off across the field.
“Make me.”
We were too far away for me to run back, and I wouldn’t dare do it anyway on the off chance that someone might be awake and watching all the parts of me bounce and jiggle through my see-through robe.
Besides, Sarge had the Gator flying faster than I realized it could go, which meant jumping out while it was moving wasn’t an option either.
The rain was still coming down in sheets when Sarge pulled into the wooded area bordering Fabiella’s property. He took the well-used path until the bright blue siding of her trailer home peeked through the trees.
By the time we reached the edge of the woods, Sarge was as excited as a kid facing down a birthday cake because he knew exactly what he was about to see.
Water surrounded Fabiella’s home. Not just a little water or large puddles here and there–it sat smack-dab in the middle of a man-made lake.
“Holy shit,” I whispered as a plastic gas can floated past, bumping into the steps.
Other debris floated around–mostly water bottles, as far as I could tell–but the water had submerged the red car she’d been driving when I confronted her up to the bumper.
I knew that hunk of junk would never recover.
“This is catastrophic and fabulous at the same time.”
“Funny thing is, we didn’t do it. The feds did.”
“She’s not going to believe that at all.”
“Doesn’t matter. Ma put a clause in the contract she signed with Fabiella stating she could use the land as long as it didn’t interfere with any water sources associated with the farm.”
“Now this land is a water source.”
“Ma definitely played the long game. She and Pa decided long ago that this part of the property was basically useless swampland anyway, and now that it really is, it’s uninhabitable. Ma has been calling Fabiella a swamp rat for years, and now it’s the truth.”
“Holy shit. I’m going to make sure I never piss off your mother.”
“She thinks of you as her own child, Starla. I am sure you’ll never fuck up as bad as all of us did when we were kids . . .” Sarge chuckled and added, “And quite a few times as adults.”
“I’m going to mind my manners just to make sure I stay in her good graces.”
“Are you cold, pretty Star?”
“Not really. It’s a nice, warm rain this morning, which means it’s going to be humid as hell .
. .” My voice trailed off when I realized Sarge’s question was rhetorical.
He wasn’t paying attention to my answer anyway.
Instead, his eyes were glued to my hard nipples, which jutted against the thin, wet silk covering them.
“Did you know that the chemical compound used to create banana flavoring is the same one that bees use to alert the rest of the hive there’s danger?
” Sarge hummed, his eyes never leaving my chest. I knew without a doubt that he hadn’t heard a word I’d just said, so I decided to test the theory further.
“I was thinking about asking Moe and Taylor if they’d like to get freaky with us tonight.
Have you ever had three women at once, Sarge? ”
“I’m sure.”
“Really?” I asked, reaching up to boop the end of his nose with my index finger. “Any other man would jump at the chance to experience what I just offered, but you’re too far gone in la-la boob land to pay attention.”
“What did you offer?”
“Too late. You lost your chance.”
Sarge stared at my face. In the brightening light of dawn, I watched him try to piece together my words until his mouth dropped open and he gasped. “Really?”
“No, not really. That would never happen with my friends or anyone else. I just wanted to see if you were listening.”
“I was,” Sarge said, his eyes shooting down to my lap. “Mostly.”
“You know, Sarge, you’re quite the perv sometimes.”
“I can’t help it. Every time I look at you, I get hard and being inside you is all I can think about.”
“It’s a good thing I love you, because sometimes you make me want to . . .”
“You what?”
Realizing that I’d slipped, I instantly went on the defensive. “Oh, now you’re listening?”
“Say it again.”
“Sometimes you make me want to smother you with a pillow.”
“No! The first part.”
“I like your hair.”
Sarge hooted with laughter. I yelped as he reached across the seat and yanked me onto his lap. It was a tight fit between his chest and the steering wheel, but my mind was on other things when I felt his hard cock underneath me.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Sometimes,” I murmured, tilting my head to lick a raindrop off the side of his neck. “But other times, the only thing that saves you is how much I love to feel your hands on me.”
“Just my hands?”
I wiggled out of his embrace, turned to face him, and swung my leg over his hips to straddle his lap. “There are other things about you that deserve an honorable mention.”
“Like what?” Sarge leaned forward, caught my nipple between his teeth, and held it gently. He flicked his tongue back and forth across it, and even through the fabric, the sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to my toes. He chuckled darkly. “Tell me, Starla.”
I let my head fall back as his hands kneaded my ass cheeks, grinding against him while he showered my breasts with kisses and little nips.
One of his hands slid around my hip and down between us, flicking the hem of my robe aside to clear a path to my clit.
The pad of his thumb stroked me. When I begged for more, he slipped two fingers inside me, moving them in perfect sync with his thumb.
Against my throat, Sarge murmured, “Tell me how much you love me, Starla.”
I had just enough sense to rebel against him using my own body against me. “Make me.”
He did just that. In the next heartbeat, he pulled his fingers out, shoved his shorts down enough to free his cock, and surged into me with one thrust. I moaned at the sudden stretch and burn, knowing my body would adjust in seconds and welcome his rhythm like it always did.
With my back braced against the steering wheel, Sarge found the perfect leverage to plant his feet on the floorboard and thrust upward. He drove deeper than before, bumping my clit perfectly with every stroke until I went mindless, gasping for air.
I held onto his shoulders, completely unable to control his pace or depth, but I trusted him implicitly.
If anything, he’d bring me to at least one orgasm before he came deep inside me.
I was right. Within minutes, the first flutters of my climax rippled through me, and Sarge felt it instantly.
As my body tightened around him, he drove into me even harder.
When I shouted with pleasure and let go, he groaned my name and joined me.
Still filled with him, I used my grip on his shoulders to pull myself up until our chests pressed together.
I gave him a deep, meaningful kiss before I said, “Yes, I love you. I’ll never stop, even when you get tired of me and want me to go.
I’ll love you wherever I am, even if you don’t love me back. ”
“I won’t ever let you go, Starla, because I love you too.”