14. Luca
Luca
The back door opens as I finish drying my hands. Sarah steps inside beside Ford, and the cool Montana air follows them into the kitchen. Ford carries the empty feed bucket into the mudroom while Sarah wanders over to the sink for a glass of water.
Adele looks up from wiping down the counter. “Everything taken care of?”
“For tonight,” Ford says.
She smiles, setting the towel aside. “I think that’s enough for one day.”
Ford nods in agreement. “I’m about ready to turn in.”
Sarah crosses the kitchen and hugs her mama before wrapping her arms around her daddy.
“Goodnight.”
Ford kisses the top of her head.
“Sleep well, Sweet Girl.”
“You too.”
I tell them both goodnight before watching them disappear down the hallway. Ford reaches for Adele’s hand as they walk, and a moment later, their bedroom door closes.
When I look at Sarah, she’s leaning against the island, watching me with quiet amusement. One eyebrow lifts, and before I can ask what she’s thinking, she walks over, catches one of my belt loops with her finger, and gently tugs me toward the stairs.
Once we’re in her bedroom, Sarah shoves me back onto the narrow twin bed the second the door clicks shut. The old frame creaks under my weight. I open my mouth to protest but she’s already on her knees between my legs, fingers working my belt open with quick, eager tugs.
“Sarah,” I hiss, eyes darting to the closed door. “They’re right downstairs.”
She smirks, pops the button on my jeans, and drags the zipper down. My cock springs free, already half-hard. Her fingers wrap around the base and she leans in, dragging her tongue from base to tip in one slow, wet lick.
My hand flies to her hair. “Fuck, Baby Girl.”
Sarah hums around the head of my cock as she takes me into her mouth, the vibration making my hips jerk.
She sinks down until her nose brushes my stomach, throat working around me.
Spit slicks her chin as she bobs, sucking hard on every upstroke.
One hand strokes what her mouth can’t reach while the other slips inside my open jeans to cup my balls, rolling them gently.
My fingers tighten in her hair, and my breathing turns ragged. She pulls off long enough to spit on my cock, then swallows me again, cheeks hollowing. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, sparkling with mischief.
When my thighs start to tremble she doubles down, taking me deep and swallowing around the head. “Shit—Sarah—“
I come hard. She swallows every drop, licking me clean before sitting back on her heels with a satisfied little smile.
Before she can say anything, I grab her under the arms and flip her onto the bed. I yank her jeans and panties down in one rough motion. My cock is still hard, shiny with her spit. I push her thighs apart and lean over her, voice low and strained.
“I’m only fucking you if you can be a good girl and keep quiet,” I whisper against her ear. “Not a sound. Understand?”
Sarah’s eyes flash with heat, and she grins. “Okay.”
I press my hand over her mouth, eyes locked on hers. “No more talking.”
She nods once, eyes bright with agreement, and falls completely silent beneath me.
Her legs spread wide, thighs trembling as I line my cock up.
I push in slow, watching her face the whole time.
She’s soaked, so I sink all the way to the hilt in one steady thrust. Her eyes roll back, but she stays quiet, just like I told her.
I start fucking her in short, hard strokes, the bed creaking under us with every thrust.
I lean down so my lips brush her ear. “That’s it. You can take it.”
She lets out an involuntary moan, and I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Shh, Baby Girl, or I’ll have to stop.”
She shakes her head and digs her fingers into my back instead.
Her hips buck up to meet every thrust. I fuck her harder, driving her into the bed, watching her bite down on her lip under my palm to stay silent.
Sweat beads on her forehead, and her eyes stay locked on mine, full of heat and challenge.
I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, so her ass is high and her face is buried in the pillow. My hand stays firm between her shoulder blades, pinning her down.
“This is what you wanted,” I growl against the back of her neck. “Isn’t it, Baby Girl?”
She nods frantically into the pillow. Her thighs start shaking, her back arches deeper, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock.
Her whole body locks up. She buries her face deeper into the pillow as her orgasm hits, pussy pulsing and squeezing me in waves.
Seconds later, I bury myself deep, groaning into her shoulder as I fill her up.
I roll onto my back beside her, chest heaving as I catch my breath. Sweat clings to my skin. She lies there too, staring up at the ceiling, her own breathing ragged.
“Fuck, that was hot,” she whispers.
We both crack up at once, trying to keep it quiet but failing as soft laughs escape. I turn my head to look at her, grinning, and she meets my eyes.
Then she jumps up from the bed, still naked and flushed. “Come on, let’s go take a bath.”
I laugh again and shake my head, but she’s already pulling me to my feet. We both scramble to pull on enough clothes to make it down the hall—her in my shirt, me in my boxers. The house is quiet except for the occasional creak of floorboards as we tiptoe toward the bathroom.
Once inside, I lock the door behind us. Sarah turns on the water, steam quickly filling the small room.
She strips off the shirt and steps into the tub first, settling down with her back against my chest as I slide in behind her.
The warm water rises around us. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer against me.
She leans back, her head resting on my shoulder.
I press a kiss to the side of her neck, hands resting low on her stomach under the water. She sighs softly, relaxing into me as the bath fills.
She chuckles softly, her body warm and relaxed against mine.
“That was fun,” she says, tilting her head to glance back at me.
“I will admit that I’ve fucked in a lot of places,” I reply, my hands gliding over her slick skin. “My girlfriend’s childhood bedroom while her parents were downstairs is not one of them.”
We both laugh quietly, the sound muffled by the running water and the closed door.
I reach for the soap, lathering my hands before running them over her shoulders and down her arms. My palms slide lower, soaping her breasts with quick firm strokes.
I work my way down her stomach, then between her legs.
She shifts slightly, pressing back against my chest while I continue washing her thighs and the curve of her ass.
When I’m finished, she turns around until she’s resting against the other side of the tub, her knees brushing mine beneath the water.
“Can I ask you something?”
I nod.
“Were there other girlfriends who knew what you did?”
“Yes.”
She watches me for a second.
“They all knew?”
“They were all part of this life.”
“What do you mean?”
“Their fathers, brothers, uncles…” I shrug. “They grew up around it. Nobody had to explain anything.”
“And then there was me.”
I smile.
“And then there was you.”
“Were you scared to tell me?”
I let out a quiet laugh.
“Terrified.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“I thought you’d leave.”
“I almost did.”
“I know.”
She runs her fingers lazily on top of the water.
“When you came home the other night bloody.” She looks at me. “What happened?”
I stare at the water for a long moment.
“We’ve been looking for Sal for a long time. Every lead we’ve had has gone nowhere.”
She waits.
“A few nights ago, someone finally gave us a name.”
“Did they know where he was?”
“They knew where he’d been. They just weren’t interested in telling us.”
I hold her gaze.
“Mikey decided they needed a reason to cooperate.”
“And?”
I keep my eyes on hers, the water still warm between us.
“Mikey had him brought in. The guy tried to play dumb at first, said he didn’t know shit. So Mikey had us zip-tie his hands behind his back and string him up from a ceiling beam.”
Sarah stays quiet, watching me.
“Mikey started with questions. He kept lying. I took a baseball bat to his knees. Both of them. He screamed, but he still wouldn’t talk. So I broke his fingers.”
I pause, running my thumb along the edge of the tub.
“When that didn’t work, I cut him. He was bleeding pretty bad by then. I asked again. The guy finally cracked.”
I meet her eyes again.
“We left him alive. Barely. Figured if word got around what happens when you protect Sal, it might help the next time we needed answers.”