CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cruise
“You seem tense,” Ruby comments as we pull out of my parent’s driveway.
She’s right, I am. There are some days I hate what I do because of the emotional toll it takes on me and the men on my team. Then there are days I love what I do because of all the shit we take off the streets. We make life safer for the citizens of the town we live in. No day is perfect, but this one was super shitty for my dad. I hate that he had to see what he had to see, and now he’s gotta live with it. He’ll need to process it and figure out how to not take it with him the next time he goes out on the streets.
“Just the stress of the job sometimes. Even though it didn’t happen to me, I know what my dad’s going through, and I worry about him.” I shrug as I drive us along the deserted streets of Laurel Springs.
At this hour everyone’s closed up shop, the candy’s all gone, and what’s left are the reminders of a Halloween that’s over. There are jack-o-lanterns sitting on steps, candy wrappers here and there on the ground, and a couple of teenage stragglers walking the streets.
“How do you deal with the stress when it’s you?” she asks softly as she reaches over, running her nails along my neck.
Do I want to be completely honest with her? Do I want to tell her exactly how I deal with it? There’s a part of me that realizes this is more than she bargained for. But if I want this woman to know me, the real me, I have to be honest, don’t I? If not, we’ll never make it, and I desperately want to make it.
I stop at a red light, grip the steering wheel, and decide to fucking go for it.
My voice is soft, rough, wrecked when I answer her. “Sex, but not just any sex. I like it a little rough and a little adventurous.”
Her blue eyes widen, her mouth is slightly open, those teeth of hers taking her lip between them. “How have all your other girlfriends dealt with it?” she asks softly.
“They haven’t.” I shrug. “I’ve never told anyone else. Like I told you, I haven’t really had a girlfriend for a long time. You’re the first one I’ve trusted enough to tell.”
Her eyes lift up to the light, still glowing red. She leans forward, turning her body to me. “Thank you for trusting me, Caleb.”
“You trusted me from the first moment we met,” I remind her.
“Which is why I want to be everything you need.”
She takes my hand in hers, pulling it between her skirt-covered legs. “Is this adventurous enough for you?” she asks as her fingers move her panties aside and place mine against her bare skin.
I lick my lips as I feel her arousal. Behind us a car horn honks, but I don’t remove my fingers as the costumes we’re wearing gives me an idea. “Ruby Red, we’re gonna see exactly how adventurous you can be.”
* * *
“Here?” Her voice is almost a shriek as I pull around the back of the high school.
“I use the football field sometimes to work out on; I run the edges, trust me no one ever comes back here.” I remove my hand from between her legs. “C’mon, you don’t even know what I want.”
She moans as I put the Jeep in park and get out, coming around to her side. Reaching into the back, I grab a blanket I keep behind the passenger’s seat for emergencies.
“Where are we going?” She unbuckles, turns, and spreads her legs to let me in between them.
I allow myself to capture her lips, before I put the blanket over my shoulder and grasp her around the thighs. “You’ll see, head cheerleader.”
A blush works its way up her neck. As I carry us under the bleachers. “Caleb.” She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face there.
When I get us deep enough under the bleachers so that we can’t be seen, but we can see, I tell her to put the blanket down behind her, on a small concrete seat.
“Back when I was in high school, I’d come out here and smoke,” I admit to her, as I set her down.
“You smoked? God, you’re just every girl’s dream guy. Dark, brooding, smoker – the ultimate bad boy.” She runs her hand down my chest, until she encounters my belt buckle.
“You’re about to see how bad I can be.” I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her fingers on my body. My cock punches against my zipper. Opening my eyes, I look down at her. “You okay with this? I don’t want to do anything you aren’t okay with.”
I’m unbuckling my belt as I gaze down at her, waiting for her to tell me yes or no.
“I’m okay. I told you, I want to be whatever you need me to be,” she answers as she spreads her thighs wide. “I want whatever it is you want to give me.”
It’s all I need to hear as I push my pants down far enough to extract my cock. She breathes deeply as she sees how hard I am, licks her lips when she notices the drop on the tip. “This won’t be pretty, Red,” I warn her as I take myself in hand, stroking up and down. “Not everything in the world is pretty.”
Understanding sparks in her eyes. She gets this is how I get rid of those desperate feelings. I fuck them out, let them go as I cum, and bury myself in something that’s good and decent. “I don’t want pretty,” she whispers.
Her blue eyes are now closed as she leans her head back, and I watch as she moves her hand down her body, pulling aside those panties for me. Her skirt is hitched to her waist, and underneath the tight top she wears, I can see her nipples peaked. This is turning her on as much as it’s turning me on. Maybe she has to fuck a little of the bad in the world out too.
My hands are shaking, and I’m fumbling with the condom I’ve taken out of my back pocket. Shaking because I can’t wait to get inside her, fumbling because I’m about to lose my cool. I move the hand that’s holding her panties to the side to her core, extend her finger and encourage her to play with her clit. “Make sure you’re ready, baby.”
There’s a noise in the back of her throat, and I’m surprised as fuck when she goes for it. She’s not shy in the least, maybe it’s because of where we are, what this situation is, and what we’re doing, or maybe it’s because she wants me as much as I want her. Pushing the condom down my length is literally almost enough to undo me, but I grit my teeth and move on. Holding the base, I push my legs apart to put me level with her, and then press my cock inside her.
We both moan loudly as I press home. “Shhhhh.”
“You moaned too,” she points out as she grabs hold of my biceps when I start to pound.
“I know, I know.” I lean my head against her shoulder, letting her take my weight since she’s sitting down. “But we have to try and be–” I grunt when she widens her legs. “Fuck me.” My eyes roll back in my head slightly. “Quiet.”
She buries her face in my shoulder, just like I’ve done to her. Both of us moaning, grunting, groaning, fucking like something you see on Tumblr. My hands grip her hips, my fingers tilt her ass as I use her and she uses me. It’s the most primitive fuck I’ve ever had. Her breath is hot against the shirt I wear, and I know mine’s hot against her skin.
“Caleb.” She runs her hands up and down my arms. “Feels so good, I didn’t know this would feel so good,” she breathes out.
I can’t speak in full sentences, not with the way her pussy is gripping my dick, but I do my best. “Forbidden. Could get caught. No finesse. Just fucking. Sometimes it’s better.”
“Yes.” she tilts her head back, exposing her neck, and I go to town. Nipping and biting, flicking my tongue against the wild pulse there. Open-mouthed, I suck at the flesh, knowing I’ll mark her. Knowing that tomorrow when she wakes up, she’ll bear proof this night happened.
“Ahhh,” she groans out. I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Taking one of my hands off her body, I move it to her mouth, gently covering it, so that it muffles the noise of what we’re doing. Not that it helps a whole lot, the sound of my balls slapping against her is loud in the still of the night, but if I absolutely have to, I can slow down. She can’t seem to stop voicing her approval of what I’m doing to her, and truth be told, I don’t want her to.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper in her ear, pushing my thumb against her clit as I work the both of us. In that instant, I can feel her tighten against me, can feel her let go, and it makes me want to beat my chest and scream to the world I did this to her.
But instead, I thrust. Once, twice, and on the third withdrawal, I come. Hard. Fast. More. With a ragged grunt, I feel the release everywhere. My stomach muscles and ass jerk as I empty into the condom. We both look down, watching me fill it as I can’t seem to stop myself. My nipples are tight and I have to throw my head back as I continue to thrust into the air, my cock searching out her warmth again as my fingers grip her thighs tight. My mouth is open, heaving in deep pulls of air, trying to come down from whatever this orgasm is. My body is trembling, my skin is sensitive, and my dick is still fucking hard when my gaze falls on Ruby.
Her makeup is smeared, those panties are now ripped, and her hair is a mess. She’s trembling too. I step closer, because I don’t want to leave her so exposed, using my body to block hers, in case anyone were to happen upon us.
What I don’t expect, is for her to reach around me, stick her hand in my jeans pocket and pull out another condom. I watch in a blur as she takes the first one off, using those wrecked panties to clean me up, and then puts another one on.
“I need you again, Caleb. Having you that wild one time wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.” She scoots closer to the edge, angles my cock down, and pulls me into her using her hands.
Fuck me, this woman. She’s everything, literally everything.
And minutes later, when we both come again, I know without a doubt, I’m never letting her go.