If Caila thinks I’m done with her she can think again. I’m a man that likes to fuck for hours. With Caila, make that days. I could live inside her pussy, her tight clench bringing me to the brink of eruption over and over. But I hold back. She’s nowhere near done even though she’s moaning she can’t go on.

“You don’t have to do anything baby. Just take your pleasuring.”

I pick her up and walk around the garage with her impaled on my dick. Just so she feels how deep I can go inside her. How close we can be.

I lean her back into the door of my truck, compressing her between the metal and my solid chest crushing her. I wait while she comes again on my shaft and her juices coat me. Then I yank the door open and slide out of her long enough to set her down on her knees on the front seat. She’s at the perfect height. I slide into her again from behind, my palms pulling her cheeks apart to watch every trembling shudder she goes through. When I’ve claimed her thoroughly, so totally that she’s ruined for any other man, I release my seed inside her with a long groan.

I climb in next to her on the bench seat and we sprawl over each other to recover our wasted limbs. When we can breath easily again, I lie back across the length and Caila settles herself on top of me. She seems to like resting her cheek on the rise of my pec muscle, the curve of her hip between my thighs. Fuck knows that’s where I want her. Always.

The realization that I have to take her back to her father’s house and go through the entire weekend without her burns me up. She picks up on my thought.

“I don’t want to go home,” she mewls.

I lift us both up and am immediately tempted to throw her back down again. Her bare tits bobbing perky look so inviting. Nope, no way she’s getting away again. She gives me a sexy little smile as she wiggles the cotton back over the mounds. Her nipples are still hard and poke through the fabric so nothing is covered much. She’ll have to stop going out in public like that. No one gets to look at her now but me.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her.

“Where?”

“You’ll see. I’m keeping you for the weekend.”

She laughs happily.

“But I don’t have anything with me.”

“You have me,” I grunt with a shrug.

“You’ll do,” she laughs, then adds; “And you have me.”

I stop only long enough to move Caila’s car inside the garage and lock it up.

When I come back she’s sitting in the drivers seat.

“Scoot over, baby,” I tell her.

“It’s raining pretty hard,” She says softly. “I can drive.”

“Sweet offer,” I tell her. “But I can drive my woman to the woods.”

“I just thought -”

“I know baby and I’m grateful.” I stroke her cheek, amazed by how satiny it is. “It’s not dark yet and it’s about time I got through this. Now seems like a time for a fresh start.”

“How about we make some new rain memories starting right now?”

“I think we just did,” I croak. The emotion coursing through my veins is a new one one me.

“The forecast says it will rain this hard all weekend so I’m all for making more. Eradicating your past and making it the present.”

She’s right, this is my new start. This is the day I’m being freed.

We get onto the main blacktop heading out of town and my hands are gripping the wheel, all my focus on the road ahead. I know I can do this.

“Were you drinking that night?” she asks softly.

“What?” I pick up her hand and place it on my thigh. Her touch steadies me. “No baby, not one drop. I couldn’t stop fast enough and...”

Caila seems to be thinking, figuring stuff out. It freaks me out slightly. Anything that might mean I lose her is worse than anything I’ve ever been through before now.

“So it was the rain that frazzled you, when you were driving me home the other night and that animal ran out,” she murmurs, putting it together.

“Yeah,” I rasp. “I was momentarily taken back there. Even when its raining like this, I try not to drive. I see it all over again.”

“But if you weren’t drinking why do people say you went to jail for killing someone?”

“I did do time,” I tell her flatly.

Here it is.

Make or break.

My hands are white-knuckling the wheel.

“But you weren’t at fault,” she says, frowning at the injustice.

“The woman was running away. The two guys chasing her saw what happened and took off. I went after them down the alley and caught one.”

“Did you…?” she whispers.

“Kill him? No but I wish I had. His lawyer made it look bad on me at the trial. He made it seem to the jury like I knew him, had some vendetta. That if I hadn’t been so busy taking my revenge and had called emergency sooner, the woman would have survived.”

“My god, how awful for you.”

“It made me harder.”

“I can’t imagine you ever being exactly soft,” she says with a grin that takes the pressure out of the cab.

I shrug and toss one right back. Maybe not. I love how attuned Caila is to my feelings and how she can instantly soothe the tension.

“I got through it. As you do.”

Caila not freaking out, seeing the empathy she feels for my suffering, her hand not moving from my thigh in revulsion, makes it lessen. If I keep her around for good, as I plan to, she could probably help me heal completely just by being herself.

We drive on and for the first time in a long time, since long before I went down, I’m looking forward to the weekend.

I stop at a service station to fill up. Then I get coffee and donuts for us and some stuff for Caila to wear.

She pounces on the bag and eats like she’s starving.

“We should stop for dinner somewhere soon,” I laugh.

“I need a sugar fix,” she says, feeding me a bite of the delicious dough. “Energy recovery.”

“Good ‘cuz you're gonna need a whole lot of that.”

“What’s this” she squeaks, digging into the other bag. “I’m going to live in tee shirts all weekend? There’s no clean underwear.”

“You won’t be needing any underwear,” I inform her.

“Not even when we go to dinner?” she squeaks.

“Definitely not then.”

“Oh my god,” she moans. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“I guess you’re about to find out.”