~ 13 ~
Silence fell between us like lead. My muscles ached, throbbing with the need to break something and destroy these men that had broken her in the most brutal way possible.
I would kill them.
Every last motherfucking one of them.
And I’d make it slow and painful.
“I need names,” I gritted out, seeing red.
It wasn’t the cool night air around us now, it was an inferno, a volcanic eruption of anger and hatred for the pieces of shit that had done this to her or any woman. I was on fire with my hatred and anger
“No,” she said, quietly, like I was going to just accept that.
I snorted out a dark laugh. Woman had another thing coming if she thought I was the sort of man to just accept that.
My name was Sketch and I was a member of the Devil’s Highwaymen. A lawless nomad who lived without rules and didn’t accept anything I didn’t want to. And there was no way in hell that I would accept this from her.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
“I’ll ask you one more time, Nancy. Gimme the names.” I glared at her and she shuddered under the force of it. The taste of her was still on my lips, and while once delicious, it was now bitter tasting as anger burned in my gut.
She shook her head and pushed against my chest. “It doesn’t matter now. It was a long time ago and I’m over it.” She pushed at me again and I stepped away, letting her get some space. “I’ve moved on and they can’t hurt me anymore.”
“They still are!” I roared. “They’re still fucking hurting you. They’re still in your head and in your body and they’ll never be gone, not unless you let me make them gone. I’ll send them somewhere they’ll never come back from!”
She let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through her hair. Her eyes flashed with pain and fear and I knew she sensed the danger in me, of what was going to become of these men. And it frightened her. That was good, because it should have frightened her.
Death was nothing to breathe easy over.
Death was final.
But death was all they deserved.
“Babe,” I growled out.
“Don’t call me that!” she snapped. “I’m not your babe. I’m nothing to you, okay? So just take me home and just forget I said anything.”
“Can’t do that,” I replied bluntly. “I told you—you’re my woman now.”
And that was the damned truth. The thought of her, so young, so innocent, being brutalized by these boys was killing me. But the thought of them getting away with it, of doing it again over the years to other girls…fuck no. they needed to go to ground. Tonight.
“Sure you can,” she sobbed angrily. “Just pretend that I’m one of those other cheap sluts that you fuck so often. Just move on!” She paused, her head tilting to one side a little, and then she laughed. “Or is that it? You can’t move on until you’ve had me? Is that it? Is that what this is all about?” she taunted, knowing full well that had nothing to do with it.
Perhaps that was how this shit started, but that wasn’t how it was going to end.
She was spiraling now, her emotions getting the better of her, and that wicked temper I’d seen in her was escaping as she lashed out. Good. She could lash out and kick out and do whatever the fuck else she wanted, because none of it bothered me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Despite knowing all that I shook my head. My mind was spinning as I tried to catch up with her. Between my growing fury about what had happened to her all those years ago and my lust for her, and now her rising anger at me for reasons I was still to fathom, I was completely fucking spinning out.
She smirked. “Yeah, that’s it, right? One quick fuck and then you can move on to the next woman. So fine,” she said, unzipping her pants, “let’s do this so you can get the fuck out of my life!”
She started to pull her pants down her legs, her pussy flashing at me since her torn panties were on the ground, and I hated that my cock surged at the sight of her.
“Come on then,” she taunted, reaching down and dipping a finger inside of herself. “I’m ready for you, Sketch.”
My nostrils flared, my cock hardening, because regardless of everything she had just said, the truth of it was that I wanted her. And she could deny it all she wanted, but she wanted me too. She strummed her clit and I watched, my gaze hooded as I tried to control myself.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her pace quickened, her fingers glistening as she rubbed at her clit and drove a finger inside herself, and despite the fact that she was pissed at me and seriously pissed at the world right then, there was no denying she was also turned on. Or maybe that was my imagination? I didn’t fucking know anymore. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I’d wanted any other woman in my life.
I wanted inside of her, physically and mentally.
I wanted to brand her with my cock and own that beautiful body of hers. I wanted to be the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought about before she went to sleep. And even then, I wanted her to dream about me.
“Come on, Sketch,” she said, her fingers moving faster, her eyes daring me and drawing me in.
“Stop it, Nancy,” I groaned, wanting her so bad I thought my balls were going to explode right there and then.
“Take me. Just get it over with so we can be done with this stupid game,” she taunted again. She turned around and bent over my bike, looking back at me over her shoulder, and my cock surged again at the sight of her perfect ass and her pussy dripping with desire. I didn’t even realize I’d moved toward her until I was standing behind her with one of my hands on her lower back and the other working my jeans open again.
“I can’t do this,” I muttered, all the while knowing I could and I would. All the while knowing it was so far fucking wrong, but I was unable to stop it from happening.
There was only so much one man could take before he lost control of every one of his senses and just fucking let it all go. I’m not proud of what happened next, but if you ask me all these years later if I’d do it all again, then the answer would be yes. Unequivocally yes.
I could barely think to free myself of my clothes, all thoughts of being inside her and imprinting her with my cock, claiming her and her beautiful pussy for my own blowing every other thought out of the water. She reached behind herself and pulled out my cock. I groaned as her grip tightened it and she guided me to her entrance.
“Babe,” I grunted as I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, groaning as her tightness enveloped me, gripping me.
I couldn’t do this.
It was so fucked up and so wrong and so not what she needed right then.
I started to pull away and she felt it.
“Do it!” she groaned. And this time it wasn’t just anger fueling her, it was lust. The words came from low in her chest, a beg and plead upon her lips to take her body and mark her, to wipe away every other touch every other man had ever left on her.
And yet I was still frozen, indecision still holding me back because I knew it was wrong. So fucking wrong, and yet so fucking right too.
“Sketch.” She panted my name and I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her and marking her skin. I moved an inch, pushing inside her a little more. I hissed as she tightened around me, squeezing me with her muscles. I paused, knowing that was it and I was about to lose all control.
The clouds suddenly cracked open above us, rain splitting open the sky and falling in warm sheets, drenching us within seconds. She tipped her face up to it, water sliding down her cheeks as she rocked back on me slowly.
“I need this, Sketch,” she said, turning back to look at me, her eyes shimmering with sadness and desire all rolled into one. “I need you,” she begged.
My fingers kneaded her skin, and I released her and dragged a hand down my face, wiping away the rain. I looked back down at her, the tip of my cock still inside her, pulsing, waiting, needing.
“Please,” she begged again. “I need to come. I want to come, with a man—with you.”
She reached for me with one of her hands and I stretched my own hand towards her until our fingers met, clasping each other, clinging to one another.
“Babe,” I said, my voice thick and heady. “This ain’t right. Not like this.”
Her pussy squeezed around me, and then Nancy took matters into her own hands and suddenly slammed back against me, and my cock rammed all the way inside of her until I was balls-deep and we was both crying out.
I almost came at just that one action.
Almost came as her heat wrapped around me and held me tightly and firmly inside her small body, her pussy gripping me.
Almost came as she started moving her hips and rocking back and forth on me, fucking my cock of her own accord and taking what she needed from me.
“Fuck, Nance,” I groaned, barely able to comprehend what the fuck was happening. Never let a woman take control before, but I can’t say it was all bad.
She panted as pleasure took over her fear and anger, and she looked at me over her shoulder again, her hands gripping my bike as she made a silent O with her mouth and groaned as my cock swelled inside her. She’d never looked more beautiful than right then, with my cock filling her pussy and her juices running down her legs, lust and desire flooding between as the rain drenched our bodies.
I swallowed, my hands gripping hard as I finally let go and started to fuck her. Hard.
Fuck being the good guy and doing what was right. There was only so much one man could take before he let the animal inside him rear its ugly head. And my beast was fucking starved for this woman.
I fucked her hard and fast and when she called out, crying and begging for more, I fucked her even harder, giving her every inch of my long, thick cock until she was pulsing around me and screaming my name into the dark night, her orgasm exploding from her so suddenly that her whole body trembled, and she sagged beneath me. Thank fuck too, because I couldn’t hold on any longer either.
We were both drenched from the rain by then, but it stopped just as quickly as it started. I held onto her and pulled all the way out of her, and with one last long thrust I slammed into her center, hitting her cervix and filling up every inch of her until I was sure I was going to come out of her mouth. My balls drew up and then I was coming inside her so hard I thought I was never going to stop.
She let out a shuddering breath as she panted against the welcome intrusion, her body still clinging to mine, her knees buckling. I grabbed her around the waist and held her up.
“I got you, babe, I got you,” I said breathlessly.
“You always did,” she murmured, and I wondered what she meant.