childhood and a
wandering parent who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
They hadn’t met until Lucas was
fifteen and Matthew thirteen. Then Matthew’s mother, Noah Crow’s mistress from
his youth, had dropped Matthew off with a small suitcase and a note. “He’s
yours now” it read. And that was it.
Noah, a long haul trucker who was
rarely at home, had handed the note to Lucas and said only, “Congratulations.
It’s a boy.” And then he’d headed out on a two week trek in his rig.
Lucas watched him go, unsure of how
much he would tell his brother. Or how far he’d be willing to go this time. He
didn’t seem himself passing Ember off like a broken toy he was done with. Or
offering her up as a prize to Matthew. He’d have to play it by ear. His brother
was the closest thing to love he had in his life. But things had changed a bit.
Rapidly. He didn’t like it at all.
“Ready?”
Ember smiled. “Not really, but I’m as
ready as I’ll ever be.”
“That’ll do,” he said and locked the
front door after them.
* * * *
“Did my brother fill you in on what we
need to do?”
I nodded. I tried to sound sure of
myself. “He said we were the decoys. But I don’t know what that means.” I
stared straight ahead feeling Matthew Crow’s eyes on me. Even in my peripheral
vision I could see him grin. It was an entirely wolfish grin.
His big hand slammed down on my thigh
and I yelped. “We are to play it up, my girl. You and I are lovers who are not
going to be getting along very well today. The clothes were for you because
Lucas said you didn’t have any. And they’re meant to be sort of revealing.” He
rubbed my leg. My heart beat fast with fear, my cunt with lust. He reached over
and easily popped two of the four buttons on the sweater. “Revealing,” he
repeated.
I glanced down at myself, tit shoved
high and more than half exposed, tight jeans, high black leather boots.
“Revealing or slutty?”
“Yes,” he said, sliding his hand a
little higher on my leg. His thumb a mere sweep from touching my now thumping
clit. “You were not what I expected at all when Lucas said he had one of his
visitors.”
I wanted to shift to get him to move
his hand, but was afraid the movement would be misinterpreted. I wanted him to
move his hand away. Didn’t I? Even I wasn’t sure. I shut my eyes tight,
whispered, “Wouldn’t he mind you touching me that way?”
When I opened my eyes he was staring
at me. The same hard penetrating gaze his brother had. He turned into a parking
lot and parked. “Are you serious?”
“What?” My face colored with
embarrassment. There was something I didn’t know.
“You’re serious? How long have you
been staying with Luke?”
“Just overnight. Why?” His hand was
still there, high on my jeans. His fingertips mere inches from the top of my
thigh. A violent need to be touched washed over me and I gritted my teeth,
determined to ignore it.
“You don’t know then?” Matthew leaned
close. He was so imposing and huge, but fast. His lips trapped mine for a
moment and his tongue slid between my lips. I was so surprised I didn’t react
until he was pulling back. “No. He would not mind at all,” Matthew said and
opened his door.
He was out of the car before I could
even close my mouth.
Chapter 13
“Look, you dumb bitch, don’t make me
get physical!” Matthew bent and hit me in the belly with his shoulder. Not as
hard as it appeared to others, thankfully. He stood, me slung over him,
screeching and caterwauling like a cat.
God, I prayed that no one called the
cops. I could see Lucas out on the lot pop the door on the Mustang. Then he
was hooking the sleek ride up to his truck as I kicked out and connected with
Matthew Crow’s thigh. Hard. Harder than I had intended. But I kicked him again
for good measure and as payback for making me feel like a lunatic in his car.
For touching me that way and making me even more confused than I’d
wandering parent who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
They hadn’t met until Lucas was
fifteen and Matthew thirteen. Then Matthew’s mother, Noah Crow’s mistress from
his youth, had dropped Matthew off with a small suitcase and a note. “He’s
yours now” it read. And that was it.
Noah, a long haul trucker who was
rarely at home, had handed the note to Lucas and said only, “Congratulations.
It’s a boy.” And then he’d headed out on a two week trek in his rig.
Lucas watched him go, unsure of how
much he would tell his brother. Or how far he’d be willing to go this time. He
didn’t seem himself passing Ember off like a broken toy he was done with. Or
offering her up as a prize to Matthew. He’d have to play it by ear. His brother
was the closest thing to love he had in his life. But things had changed a bit.
Rapidly. He didn’t like it at all.
“Ready?”
Ember smiled. “Not really, but I’m as
ready as I’ll ever be.”
“That’ll do,” he said and locked the
front door after them.
* * * *
“Did my brother fill you in on what we
need to do?”
I nodded. I tried to sound sure of
myself. “He said we were the decoys. But I don’t know what that means.” I
stared straight ahead feeling Matthew Crow’s eyes on me. Even in my peripheral
vision I could see him grin. It was an entirely wolfish grin.
His big hand slammed down on my thigh
and I yelped. “We are to play it up, my girl. You and I are lovers who are not
going to be getting along very well today. The clothes were for you because
Lucas said you didn’t have any. And they’re meant to be sort of revealing.” He
rubbed my leg. My heart beat fast with fear, my cunt with lust. He reached over
and easily popped two of the four buttons on the sweater. “Revealing,” he
repeated.
I glanced down at myself, tit shoved
high and more than half exposed, tight jeans, high black leather boots.
“Revealing or slutty?”
“Yes,” he said, sliding his hand a
little higher on my leg. His thumb a mere sweep from touching my now thumping
clit. “You were not what I expected at all when Lucas said he had one of his
visitors.”
I wanted to shift to get him to move
his hand, but was afraid the movement would be misinterpreted. I wanted him to
move his hand away. Didn’t I? Even I wasn’t sure. I shut my eyes tight,
whispered, “Wouldn’t he mind you touching me that way?”
When I opened my eyes he was staring
at me. The same hard penetrating gaze his brother had. He turned into a parking
lot and parked. “Are you serious?”
“What?” My face colored with
embarrassment. There was something I didn’t know.
“You’re serious? How long have you
been staying with Luke?”
“Just overnight. Why?” His hand was
still there, high on my jeans. His fingertips mere inches from the top of my
thigh. A violent need to be touched washed over me and I gritted my teeth,
determined to ignore it.
“You don’t know then?” Matthew leaned
close. He was so imposing and huge, but fast. His lips trapped mine for a
moment and his tongue slid between my lips. I was so surprised I didn’t react
until he was pulling back. “No. He would not mind at all,” Matthew said and
opened his door.
He was out of the car before I could
even close my mouth.
Chapter 13
“Look, you dumb bitch, don’t make me
get physical!” Matthew bent and hit me in the belly with his shoulder. Not as
hard as it appeared to others, thankfully. He stood, me slung over him,
screeching and caterwauling like a cat.
God, I prayed that no one called the
cops. I could see Lucas out on the lot pop the door on the Mustang. Then he
was hooking the sleek ride up to his truck as I kicked out and connected with
Matthew Crow’s thigh. Hard. Harder than I had intended. But I kicked him again
for good measure and as payback for making me feel like a lunatic in his car.
For touching me that way and making me even more confused than I’d
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