Chapter Twenty-Seven
I don’t slam the trailer door like I wanted to. I’m trying so fucking hard not to trigger her. She acts like I don’t see the way sounds make her flinch, how she is always watching her surroundings, always searching for what's coming next.
Yanking the door to my car open, I slide in and slam it shut as hard as I can. Pushing in the clutch and smashing my finger on the push-to-start, the turbo instantly whistles, the straight pipe loud on the cold start.
Slamming my foot on the clutch, I shove the shifter down, to the left, and up to get it into reverse. Backing out of the spot, I slam it into first and spin the front wheels in an effort to get out of there as soon as possible, my anger radiating off in waves.
My thoughts start to swarm, as if the music gods just knew the song I needed to get through this drive, "Dear Agony" by Breaking Benjamin starts flooding through my speakers as the rpms climb.
Before the first curve, I just about hit the red line in 2nd, my anger slowly dissipating the longer the scenery flies past my window.
Twenty minutes later, it felt as though time had slowed down as I shifted into 6th to cruise on the mostly straight back road.
Music is my therapy when the world gets too heavy. I get in and drive. There is something about that rubber on asphalt that just helps melt the pain away, and with the music, it just turns into the best calming sensation.
Shame starts creeping in. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I let my emotions take over. At this point, I’m no better than Reece.
How long am I supposed to let this go on exactly? It’s so hard loving someone who feels like they can’t save themselves, or worse… they don’t think they need saving.
To me, it’s so easy to leave. It makes the most sense. Why stay? Why continue to repeatedly take beatings to the point you have nothing left of yourself?
Juni was and still is the strongest woman I know. I wish I had fought her harder to keep her from marrying Reece. I barely put up a fight; I only questioned it.
Maybe we wouldn’t be here. Maybe she would have somehow reunited with Gavin without all this bullshit. That’s who she needs to be with. I’ve never seen a man care about a woman as much as Gavin cares about Juni.
I think that's where a lot of my frustration starts to form, I guess. She knows she will be safe. She knows Gavin would lay down his life to protect her. She still loves him; I can sense how she reacts anytime he is around.
A warning light starts blinking and dinging on my dashboard as my car slows down on its own. It only takes me half a second to realize I’m completely out of gas. I have enough time to react and maneuver my car onto the shoulder.
“FUCKKKK.” My yell ricochets off the windshield, smacking the steering wheel. Being in such a rush to get driving, I needed to calm down. The burning feeling of anger made me forget to get gas after leaving Juni’s.
She's normally the first person I would call in these situations, but I can’t face her yet, not right now. I start racking my brain on who could help me. I don’t have AAA. And not many friends besides Juni.
Against my best judgment, there's one person I can try. He gave his number before they left. I grab my phone from my cup holder and open my messages. My eyes roll on their own as I see what he texted me earlier before they left.
I inwardly groan. Maybe I could just stay out here. Call an Uber and deal with it tomorrow. My thumbs start typing, automatically shutting down that idea.
I’ve been sitting here for a good twenty to thirty minutes just mindlessly scrolling on my phone. My ears perk up at a rumbling exhaust from a few miles away.
I'm watching my rear view as the beautiful sound comes closer, so I’m blinded by his bright as fuck headlights as he slows the car to a stop behind me.
Slightly impressed with his car, I take it in. It’s dark, but I can tell he drives a R36 Passat, judging by the color. Deep black pearl. Swoooon.
As he unfolds himself from the driver's seat, standing to his full height. He saunters my way. Rolling my eyes as I see the shit-eating grin on his face. Clearing my composure, I roll my window down as he gets closer.
“Long time no see, Sweet Cheeks,” he says with a grin. Followed by a wink.
Rolling my eyes once again as I turn my head to greet him. “Hey fucker, thanks for coming to help me out.”
“It would have been a crime to tell you to fuck off, Sweet Cheeks. I was in bed, but I was bored,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me again.
Making sure I’m still in neutral, I double-check the e-brake before I open my car door and step out. I’m 5 '6 and judging by where I come to his shoulders, he's somewhere above 6' 0, maybe he’s closer to Gavin’s height.
“Trust me, if I had anyone else to call… I would have. But alas, here we are.” Crossing my arms, I look at him with disdain.
Grabbing his chest playfully, he says, “Damn, Sweet cheeks… you're a mouthy little thing, aren’t you?” He asks, cocking his brow at me.
“I’m mostly all bite, but I do also bark,” I say with a wink.
Taking me by surprise, Brenden throws his body weight into me, backing me flat against my car. Growling followed by a laugh… slowly he whispers in my ear… “I’ll bite you back… but harder.”
Before I can respond, I feel his teeth sink into the side of my neck, followed by his tongue soothing the sting of the bite.
“That was for giving me blue balls earlier.” He steps back and chuckles to himself.
He makes his way to the back of his car.
After popping the trunk, a gas can comes into view.
His eyes haven’t left mine—a smirk ghosting his lips. He slowly makes his way to my passenger side. He presses slightly on the fuel door, and the mechanism releases with a soft pop.
Unscrewing the gas cap, he softly lets it hang. I lean against my passenger door with my arms crossed. Silently admiring the way his bicep bulges as he's dumping the rest of the gas into my tank. He is very hot, I’ll give him that. His demeanor screams Big Daddy energy.
I must have been spacing out, biting my bottom lip, because Brenden starts leaning on the back door, eyes locked on mine. He brings his hand up to my face and uses his thumb to release my bottom lip.
“Careful, Sweet cheeks, that plump bottom lip is looking so tempting to sink my teeth into.” Lust clogging his already gruff voice.
“Careful, big guy. I might actually let you if you tried.” Our eyes lock.
“Is that so?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “Then maybe, I don’t want to be careful...” The way he enunciates 'careful' makes my cheeks flush red. The warnings my brain has been screaming go silent.
“Then don’t, but you'd better make it worth it.” My sentence was cut off by his hungry mouth crashing down on mine.
Pain erupts, followed by the tangy taste of copper, but it doesn’t scare me.
It enlightens me. If he’s trying to scare me, it’s not working.
I pull him impossibly closer and rake my nails from his muscular shoulders to his neck.
Flipping off his hat, I start running my fingers through his brown locks.
Growling again, he grabs both of my wrists with one hand and pins them to the roof of my car. Rubbing his stubbed cheek across my jaw. Gruffly, he asks, “Trust me?”
“I’ve trusted you thus far, do your worst, caveman,” I say as I lick the blood from my punctured lip.
“My big ass isn’t going to fit in your car, let's go to mine. My back seats fold flat," he says with a wink.
His hands grab mine and start dragging me back to where he is parked. Opening the back door, he pulls the release, flattening the seats. “I promise, I do respect you, but it’s going to seem like I don’t, okay?”
“Do your worst, I need a distraction.” My eyes bore into his.
Brenden chuckles darkly, “As you wish, Sweet Cheeks.” Liquid heat has his blue eyes blazing.
His large hand wraps around my throat, applying slight pressure and seeing how I react.
When he doesn’t see fear, he grins with mirth.
“Alright, Sweet Cheeks, are you going to be a good fucking girl for me?”
“Depends… are you going to be a good fucking boy for me?” I say, smirking.
His eyes are beyond blown, he chuckles… “What do you need right now?“ Still standing out of his car, he places my wrists above me. “Do you want me to be a good boy… or a very bad one… hmm?” He starts tracing my jaw with his nose, making his way to my neck.
Lust takes over the last few brain cells I have currently working. “Is there a difference? Degrade me. I don’t want to be able to look into your eyes once you're done.”
“Yes, ma’am, Get In the fucking car,” He says darkly.
I barely sit down before he’s on me. Slamming his door, he forcefully pushes me onto my back with his body weight. He settles on top of me, just looks at me with his lust-filled eyes.
His hand snakes around my throat, applying more pressure than last time. “Open your mouth, Peyton,” he says, applying more pressure with his demand. Amusement crosses my face as I do what I’m told. I feel something warm and wet hit the back of my throat. Spit.
“Be a good girl and swallow what you were given,” he says sternly.
His eyes track the movement of my throat as I swallow. Grunting, he smashes his mouth down to mine. It's bruising. Borderline painful. Just adding fuel to my fire. This isn’t romantic by any means, and I don’t want it to be.
I pull my mouth from his and sit up. I guess we are really doing this.
I grab the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head and mindlessly tossing it behind me.
His already rapid breathing hitches. He moves to the side of my neck that he hasn't touched yet.
Alternating between biting and kissing, he makes his way down my chest.
He instantly starts making quick work of my bra, tossing it behind us. Continuing his way down my chest, both hands cup my full breasts firmly. And he groans.
“Fuccckkk, Peyton.” He starts rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs until they are as hard as ice.
I start pulling his T-shirt over his head, running my nails down his biceps and chest. Growing impatient, he pulls off my leggings, ripping my thong in the process.
My hands move to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans.
He has just enough room to kick his legs free.
He leans down, his breath ghosting past my ear, “ You ready to be my little whore, Sweet Cheeks?”
My breath catches, jaw goes slack, he’s a lot better at this than I thought he would be.
“Open your legs for me like the little slut you are, Peyton,” he grumbles. Doing as I’m told, my legs automatically fall, eyes locked on his. ”Good girl.”
I can feel my arousal already pooling under me if he keeps talking to me like that; he wouldn’t even have to touch me.
“You are my little slutty whore, aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve already made. I’m barely getting started, Sweet Cheeks.”
His hands land on the inside of my thighs, forcefully pushing them farther apart. Starting from the inside of my ankles, he lightly runs fingers up to the tops of my thighs, and my breath catches. Waiting, trying to predict his next move.
Leaning down, he starts leaving little love bites around my panty line. As he gets lower, the bites get harder.
Settling low between my legs, he starts running his nose along the apex of my thighs. His teeth sinking into the soft tissue is unexpected; these bites are deeper than the one on my neck. Moving to my other thigh, he does the same again.
“Ohh, you do like that, don’t you? Tell me, is it daddy issues?
Is that why you are withering underneath me?
Being the obedient little whore that you are?
Don’t worry, I won’t love you either. I’m starving.
I guess your pretty, little pink pussy will have to do,” he says as he dips his head.
Any comeback I had dies on my lips, replaced by a moan.
“Oh my god, Brenden!” How did I miss that he had a tongue ring? And apparently it vibrates.
“Don’t speak of another man's name while I’m pleasing you; not even god himself can save you. Now, be a good girl and Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Once he’s satisfied enough, he begins crawling up my body again, slowly. He shifts his weight so he’s leaning back on his heels. He angles his head and spits on me again, leaking down my already soaked slit.
“I’m going to fuck you now, ruin you for any other man who tries to rest here,” he says with a growl. He forcefully shoves his black boxer briefs down. My eyes widen at the size of the dick he’s going to try to shove inside of me.
“Brenden. That’s not going to fit. This was fun. We can stop.”
“Did I ask you, little whore? Huh?” Settling his hips between mine, his eyes meet mine. “I’m not sorry in advance.” He says, eyes boring into me. He slightly lifts my hips for the angle he is at and rams into me hard and fast.
He gives me only a moment to adjust to his size. He grabs both of my hands and forces them against my head. He instantly starts slamming into me, hard enough that my head keeps smacking into the trunk door.
“You can be as loud as you want; no one’s around to save you,” he says with mirth.
His thrusts are unrelenting, each one coming harder than the last. “Open,” he says gruffly.
He spits in my mouth again, this time followed by his thumb triggering my gag reflex.
“Your tears… They are so pretty, Peyton. Being such a good girl for me,” he says as he licks the tears running down my cheek.
My orgasm is building so fast I can barely speak. “You're waiting for me. Don’t you dare cum without me.”
His heavy breathing picks up, thrusts still going strong. As his body starts to tense, “Now, Peyton,” he says, gritting his teeth so hard I’m shocked they don’t break.
We both come crashing down. Breathless and sore.
“Just give me a second,” he says as he gets his breathing back to normal, pulling out and leaving a mess behind.
With his index finger, he collects our combined juices.
Sucking his finger clean, he goes back for another pass and shoves it forcefully into my mouth. “Look how delicious we taste together.”
“There is no together, Brenden. Get off me.” Something flashes across his face before I can catch it. “Thanks for the rescue and the one-time fuck.” I say as I wink at him. Getting my clothes back on and in place. Now he’s looking at me with something I can’t place.
“Fuckkkk, Sweet Cheeks don’t be like that.” Once fully dressed, I look back at him.
“Don’t make shit weird. Again, this was a one-time only. Got it, Brenden? Promise me?”
“Over my dead fucking body, Sweet Cheeks. This won’t be the last hate fuck you get from me.” He says with a wink.