Body Shots (7 page)

“Ready to be seduced, Reed?”

Sadness filled his eyes but she ignored it.
Pushed any thoughts that she might have hurt him with her rejection right out of her head.
She’d concentrate on bringing him pleasure then she’d fuck his brains out.

Reed wasn’t sure what was going through her mind but he knew she was struggling with her feelings.

Good. It meant she felt something. He wondered for a moment if she was capable of caring for him. It would kill him if she couldn’t.
Because he loved her.
Loved her with every ounce of his being.

If she wanted to pretend they weren’t making love, he’d go along with it. But in the end she’d come to realize it wasn’t just sex. It was much
much
more.

Her finger grazed his nipple as she covered him in the cold liquid again. She drove him mad. He wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her. Feel the walls of her pussy quivering around him.

He ached. His cock ached to be free but he was at her mercy. He had to wait for her set the pace.

He had to admit having her straddled over him doing shots off his stomach was a major turn-on.
Her vixen attitude.

When she unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock he sighed with relief. She inched his pants down over his hips leaving his cock standing at attention, begging to be wrapped in her sweet juices.

Instead of wrapping her pussy lips around his cock she covered him in schnapps, immediately followed by the warmth of her mouth.

“Oh God, Sierra,” he muttered.

She teased him with her glorious tongue.
Lapping up every last drop.
She licked the pre-cum from his slit, sending tremors through his body. He wanted to fill her, erupt inside her.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered.

She took the throbbing head of his cock fully in her mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuck.” He’d meant inside her cunt but this would work too.

As she worked her way up the center of his shaft he shuddered. She was killing him.
Torturing him.
He wanted to pull off her sweatpants and drive his hard cock into her. It took all he had to refrain.

Her head bobbed up and down. Devouring him like a lollipop. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat he thought he was done. He thought for sure he’d explode inside her.

She eased her mouth back slowly, lingering.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he choked.

Her eyes caught his and sparkled with delight. She resumed her assault on his cock.
Lips wrapping around him.
Mouth descending, then climbing back up.
Her tongue tickling his pulsing vein along the way.

Her hand cupped his balls, massaging. He was going to come. There was no more holding back. No more refraining. He had to let loose and she was urging him with her wet lips.

He pumped his hips, filling her mouth to the hilt. Fucking her mouth felt so good.
So right.
As his seed poured into her waiting mouth he cried out.

“I love you, Sierra.”

If his words registered in her head she didn’t let on. She continued draining him until there wasn’t a drop of cum left. She crouched over him and opened her mouth to speak.

“Well, well, well.
Looky
here,” a familiar voice said from behind her. “Looks like I caught Sierra in a very compromising position.”

Reed swung her off him ready to attack the intruder. “Get the fuck out or I’ll lay a beating on you.”

“I’d be careful who you’re threatening there tough guy.” Johnny held a baseball bat in his hand, casually slapping it against his free hand.

“I suggest you leave.”

Johnny walked behind the bar and swung the bat across a row of liquor bottles. “I don’t see it the way you do. In fact I’m not leaving until I decide I’m leaving.”

He swung again, shattering more bottles.

“Please Johnny, just go. Why do you have to wreck my place?”

“Because you called the cops.
You had my father’s peons come and haul me out of here.
For what?
This loser?”

“I don’t want any trouble, Johnny. He was only trying to keep the peace.”

Reed quickly pulled his pants up to his waist as he watched the little fucker destroy the bar. He wanted to wring his scrawny little neck for bringing pain upon Sierra.

“Your beef is with me. Leave her out of it,” he insisted.

“Yes, my beef is with you. Who the fuck do you think you are? I told you you’d be sorry for messing with me and I meant it.”

Reed covered Sierra as Johnny moved closer.

“You can try to protect her all you want but once I flatten your ass out, I’m going to fuck her. Yup that’s right. I’m
gonna
stick my cock in your woman’s pussy and she’s going to be begging for more.” His evil laugh filled the room.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Sierra?” He tried moving closer but she scrambled to the end of the pool table. Reed stepped in front of him.

“I said your beef is with me.”

Johnny swung the bat, aiming for Reed’s head. Reed ducked and lunged tackling him.

Sierra let out an ear-piercing scream.

They wrestled on the floor and the bat went rolling away. Johnny slipped out of Reed’s grip and dived for the bat. He grabbed it and came up swinging, hitting Reed on the back of the head, sending him reeling to the ground into a crumbled heap.

“No.
Reed!”

Sierra saw the anger in Johnny’s black eyes. She searched the bar for an escape. She was trapped. Any way she tried to flee he’d catch her. And with the bat still in his grip she didn’t want to end up like Reed. She had to keep her wits about her to save him.

There was no blood spilling from his head, so hopefully that was a good sign.

“So this is the type of guy you long for?” He slammed the bat against the pool table.

She jumped and let out a yelp.

“Is it?”

“What are you talking about, Johnny?” She couldn’t understand why he cared what her type was.

“Do you enjoy having his cock fucking you, whore?”

“Johnny, why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?” Inside she was terrified but she had to try to conceal her fear. It would only please him more to know he frightened her. She had to remain strong if they were going to get out of this in one piece.

“Nothing,” he spat.
“Nothing at all.
You wouldn’t even give me the time of day. I could make you happy.”

Was he serious? Why would she be interested in someone so much younger than her? And since when was he interested in her? He never showed signs. Yes, he hung around the bar a lot but he never spoke to her. Unless his leers were his way of showing her he was interested. Yuck!

“Johnny, I’m not looking for anyone to make me happy. I’m happy being alone.” She tried reasoning with him.

He
laughed,
an evil cackle.

“Really?
Is that why I found you giving him a blowjob?” He spat towards Reed. “Maybe I should whip out my cock and let you have a little
sucky
?”

She cringed as he reached for the button on his pants.

“Johnny, Reed and I…we have a past. We were looking to see if we had a future.”

“And?”
He dangled the bat, reminding her he could knock her out cold at any moment.

“And that’s it. It’s a past, with no hope for the future.”

“Good because we deserve a future.” He stepped closer to her. With his free hand he grabbed her hair. “You are mine, understood?”

With her head twisted back and his face mere inches from her, Sierra knew she needed to remain calm. There was emptiness, yet hatred in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said weakly. She prayed he wouldn’t lay a hand on her. But then again maybe if he saw her scars it would scare him away, like other men before.

“Johnny, I don’t think you’d want me if you seen the real me.”

“Don’t go trying to use some psychobabble on me.”

“I’m not. My body is scarred. Some say it’s scary looking. You don’t want someone who’s all scarred up do you?”
Please dear god let him just leave.

“Show me,” he said, releasing his hold on her hair.

She rubbed her head.

“I said show me.
Now.”
He cracked the bat once more against the pool table.

She flinched.

“Sierra!”

She lifted her shirt, revealing her scars.

She watched him wince but he continued to stare.
Almost fascinated.
He reached out and touched her.

“Did he do this to you?” he demanded.

“Who, Reed?
No. This was an accident. It was no one’s fault.”

The bat dropped to the floor with a thump. Johnny pushed himself on her sending her backwards on the pool table. He clawed at her sweatpants trying to get them off.
His other hand groping her.

She wanted to cry out from his touch, his rough hands scratching at her skin. But she remained silent, knowing if she uttered the wrong word she’d be in trouble.

“Johnny, please,” she begged. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“I’d never regret fucking you.” His words dripped like venom in her ear.

“Please,” she said, quietly.

His fingers wrapped around her breast, kneading it painfully. She closed her eyes silently praying he’d get off her and leave. She prayed he didn’t rape her.

“Johnny!” an unfamiliar voice shouted. “Get off her immediately.”

Sierra opened her eyes to see Sheriff McCoy standing over her, alongside him Henry. Dear God, her prayers were answered.

“Dad, leave me alone. This is between me and Sierra.”

“No, son.
This is between you and me. You can’t push yourself on a woman. And look at the damage you’ve caused.”

Relief washed over Sierra as Johnny pushed off her. She thought he was going to surrender to his father but was sadly mistaken. He bent over reaching for the bat. He lunged forward swinging at his father and Henry. Both moved quickly before he could make contact. Out of the corner of her eye, Sierra saw Reed sitting up, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh. Dear.
God.”
She swallowed back the fear that crept into her throat.
Don’t let him hurt Reed again.

Sheriff McCoy and Henry tackled Johnny. Henry ripped the bat from his hands and tossed it aside, while the sheriff handcuffed his son.

“Dad, why the fuck are you doing this to me? You can’t arrest your son.”

“I can and I am, son. You’ve thought you’re above the law for too long and it’s time someone showed you you’re not.” He lifted his son off the floor and held him by the handcuffs.

He turned to Sierra.

“I’m terribly sorry for what my son has done. We’ll pay for all the damages he’s caused and it’s likely you won’t be seeing him for a long time.”

Reed stood and staggered over to Sierra.

“Are you okay?” she cried.

“I think so but my head is pounding.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “I was afraid he killed you.”

“Nothing is going to keep me from you.”

“You plan on pressing charges?” the sheriff asked Reed.

He nodded. “I sure do.”

“We’ll see you at the station then.”

“Yes, you will.”

The sheriff dragged Johnny out. He cursed and threatened until they couldn’t hear them anymore.

Sierra turned to Henry.

“What were you doing with Sheriff McCoy?”

“When I was leaving I saw Johnny’s car parked down the road. So I circled back and waited to see what he was up to. When I saw him heading for the back of the bar with a baseball bat, I called the sheriff and told him to get here immediately. I was afraid of what Johnny would do.”

“I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t seen his car.” The thought of him possibly raping her sent a chill down her spine. “I owe you my life and Reed’s.”

“Don’t think anything of it. I’m just glad the two of you are okay. We have some cleaning up to do but all that stuff is replaceable. You aren’t.”

“I second that,” Reed said. “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you.”

“We should get you to the hospital,” Sierra said, feeling the lump on the back of his head.

“I’ll be fine,” Reed insisted.

“I’ll start cleaning up around here. You two run off to the hospital and get that bump checked out.”

“No one is cleaning up right now. You go home and get some rest,” she chastised Henry. “And you. I’m taking you to the hospital for an exam.”

Both men looked at her sheepishly.

“Fine,” Reed said, humbly.

“You’re the boss.”

“That’s right I am. And it’s about damn time you got that through your thick skulls.”

Together they locked up the bar, before heading off in separate directions.

Chapter Five

“I’m so glad you didn’t have a concussion,” Sierra said, as she gazed up into his eyes.

They’d been lying in her bed for an hour since they returned from pressing charges at the police station, after their trip to the hospital, where Reed was diagnosed with having a nasty bump. All the tests came back normal.

“You have a thick head,” she teased.

“I know someone with a thicker head.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah and very stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.” She pouted.

“No?” He eased himself onto his elbow. “Why are you still wearing this t-shirt? Why won’t you let me take it off?”

She lowered her eyes afraid to see the pain written all over his face. Yes, when it came to getting fully naked, she was stubborn. She didn’t like her body or the reactions it caused.

“Sierra, look at me.” He lifted her chin.

“Reed, you’ve seen the scars. And I’ve seen how they affected you. Why do we have to torture ourselves by the constant reminder?” She could spend the rest of her life being in his arms, having sex with him, as long as she could keep a shirt on.

“Sierra, I want to cherish every inch of your body, including your stomach. Do you think it’s fair to cheat me out of loving you completely?”