Exploited (The Dark Redemption Series) (8 page)

Realizing he’s still staring at me, waiting for a response, I shake my head indicating I haven’t ever had a man’s mouth on me down there, at the same time a blush warms both of my cheeks.

“So you don’t know what the fuck you’re missing.”

My face flames hotter in embarrassment, unable to believe that we’re actually having a conversation about this subject, albeit one-sided. Yes, I want his mouth down there, very badly, especially if it’s even better than his hands or mine. But first, why can’t he kiss me?

I wet my lips that feel parched from my panting breaths, wondering at the same time how he would kiss me. I’m not sure, but I do know that I want his mouth on mine before he puts it anywhere else on my body. Maybe it’s juvenile or silly, and I wish I could explain it, to him and to myself.

Blowing out a breath of frustration, Brede strokes his fingers over his beard for a few seconds and then, shaking his head, he leaves the room. “I’ll wait for you outside,” he says over his shoulder. I startle when I hear the front door slam shut. He’s pissed, obviously. Why, I have no idea. I assume it’s because I put on the brakes and he was hoping to take things further. I do too, but for some reason, it feels different here in my room than it did out in public yesterday.

Now, I can see that I let him take advantage of me, not that I didn’t want to get on my knees and put my mouth on his cock, but I didn’t get anything from him but an orgasm by his hand when I wanted…more. To feel cared for.

Unable to further analyze my fucked up mind, I quickly get dressed in my mom’s old jeans, a plain white V-neck tee, and sandals that buckle around my ankle, then head outside. On the way out the door, I grab my purse, and the empty plastic bag still sitting next to it. Eager to change the subject from what just happened and move on from the awkwardness, I wave the bag in the air as I approach Brede, who’s sitting on his bike.

“Hmph. Missing something?” he asks gruffly.

I nod.

“Have you ever shot a goddamn gun before?”

I consider lying but then shake my head no in response.

“Then you don’t need to be carrying around a fucking gun,” he responds. “I told you if you need protection…”

I shake my head in denial of that reasoning.

“Then what? Why do you need a fucking gun?” he asks, his forehead scrunched in confusion. I shrug, stuff the empty bag down in my kitty purse; and then, while holding onto his shoulders, I climb up on the back of his bike. Wondering if he has the gun on him, I feel around the pockets of his leather jacket and then the front of his jeans. Empty. Damn.

“Keep feeling around and see if you can find another trigger to pull,” he teases.

I wrap my arms around his waist, indicating that I’m ready to go, but have to loosen my hold when he stands up to jump start the engine. The motorcycle, loud and grumbly, takes off out of the stuffy neighborhood and heads in the direction of the pawn shop. I can’t help but smile thinking my dad’s neighbors are probably freaking out at the sight of Brede in their perfect little housing development. Being on his bike is wonderful and freeing. No wonder my mother loved it so much.

When Brede parks in the same spot out front of the store, I glance up and down the street, puzzled when I don’t see the Audi. Son of a bitch! I slam my forehead into Brede’s back and shake it.

“Where’s your car?” he asks. “The Audi, right?”

I nod, surprised that he remembered what I was driving.

“Gone?”

I nod again.

“Well, fuck.”

I laugh at his reaction even though it’s not funny.

“So it was either stolen or towed. Let’s try the towed option first,” he says, and I nod in agreement.

A few minutes later, we pull up at a high, barbed wire fence with a padlocked gate. Brede parks his bike in front, and we both climb off to take a look around. I shake the gate just to make sure it’s definitely locked. Yep. No getting in.

Looking through the holes in the metal fence, I finally spot the Audi off to the right and point it out.

“You got the cash to get it out?” he asks.

I shake my head as my eyes water, not giving two shits about the car, but needing to get my photo album out.

“Okay, then tomorrow night we can come back and bust it out if we have to.”

Blinking away the tears, I look at him, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

“I’ll take care of it,” he says before I can protest. “Now what?”

I shrug since my plans consisted of my car and getting a gun and bullets. Not that the gun is exactly at the top of my list of things to do anymore.

“Let’s go,” he says, walking back toward his bike. I climb on and hold on to him tightly, trusting him to keep me entertained today.

Brede

She wouldn’t let me eat her pussy.

I still can’t stop thinking about that shit as I drive us over to Roger’s place. It’s a Monday, so there’s not much else to do. I first met Rog back in middle school, right before everything went to hell and I had to move. I saw him in the local bar the day I got into town, sitting at a table with a group of people, drinking a round of beers. It was actually good to see a familiar face, and we’ve been cool ever since. He offered from day one for me to crash at his place, so that’s where I’ve been staying most nights. Rog hasn’t asked if I’ve taken care of what I was hired to do, assuming I’ll let him know when I’m ready for the rest of his boss’s payout.

But back to the situation at hand, what the fuck? Why didn’t Blair want me to go down on her? She would damn well like it, there’s no doubt about that, but she’s seemed…off since I got there and found her looking like a hot mess. Nothing like the eager little beaver from the day before. It’s times like this I want to shake the shit out of her until she talks and tells me what the hell is going on. Women, in general, are hard to read; but when one doesn’t say
anything
, it’s even harder than usual to try and figure out what’s going on in her pretty little head. The bigger question is, why do I even give a flying fuck?

We pull up to Rog’s sprawling ranch house in the middle of the woods a few minutes later. Growing and selling weed and whatever else is apparently a very lucrative business, as evidenced by his nice rides and sweet pad with at least five bedrooms, a hot tub, and a game room.

I cut the engine on the Harley and wait for Blair to climb off first. Once she’s clear, I join her. On the way up the driveway to the front door, I slap her fine ass so hard she stumbles forward, just because I can. She shakes her head in disapproval, but there’s still a small smile on her face.

Glancing around at the other vehicles parked out front to see who all is here, I recognize Benny’s Blazer, Carl’s Camaro and maybe Jaylen and Cat’s Hyundai, if I remember the makes and models of their cars correctly. I don’t bother knocking since the front door’s unlocked; but even if it wasn’t, I have the key he gave me when I first started staying here. As soon as the door opens, Rog appears in the entry way with a grin.

“Hey, fucker. Been robbin’ cradles?” he asks while examining Blair from head to toe. He’s already buzzed based on his red eyes, and it’s only noon.

“Roger, this is Blair Lockhart,” I say, adding her last name so that he knows to keep his fucking mouth shut. His eyes widen noticeably before he recovers.

“Nice to meet you,
Blair
. Tell the truth, did he steal you from your cradle or are you here on your own free will?” he asks while still eye fucking her.

She shakes her head and smiles politely back at him.

Wearing jeans again today with a nearly see-through white t-shirt, it’s an outfit that wouldn’t be anything special on most women; but Blair’s not most women. She’s gorgeous, so damn young, radiating that tempting innocence that drives me and probably every other man fucking crazy. Tall and slender, she still has perfect curves in all the right places. Curves I want to smack and squeeze and lick. 

“She doesn’t say much,” I explain after the three of us continue to stand there in silence. I leave out the fact that she doesn’t say
anything
, for that matter, other than “
Oh God
” when I make her come. I wonder if she even knows she said it or if she was too lost to the pleasure to remember. All I know is I want to make her scream again.

“A quiet woman,” Rog remarks. “Not nearly enough of those. In fact, I know a few who I wish would keep their loud mouths shut!” he yells apparently loud enough for the women in the house to hear. “Come on in.”

Blair steps into the house and follows Rog to the living room where the rest of their crew is probably hanging out, getting trashed even though it’s early in the day. This should be fun because, if I know anything about this girl, it’s that she’s adventurous and will try anything. Well, except smoking cigarettes, which is why I haven’t lit one up since picking her up. I bet I could get her higher than a motherfucking kite.

“Everyone meet the lovely Blair. Blair, this is everyone, Jaylen, Cat, Carl, and Benny,” Rog says when he goes around the room and makes introductions. Four sets of eyes instantly start judging her. The women don’t like her right away based on their jealous, scornful looks. No surprise there. Even looking like a hot mess right out of bed, Blair’s got these two beat on their best day. Carl and Benny, well, they’re no doubt trying to picture her naked or riding their cocks. I’m not pissed at them since she’s just that hot.

Since my ego’s still a little bruised from earlier, I take the seat on the sofa between the two women and leave the empty chair for Blair.

“Long time no see, Brede,” Jaylen says before running her bright red fingernails down my jean-covered thigh.

“Been busy,” I reply.

“Uh-huh. I bet I can guess why,” she says dryly.

I’ve fucked Jaylen and Cat, and so have Rog, Benny, and Carl most likely. It’s what they do, get high, get drunk, get fucked. I fucked Jaylen the first night in town, right after Rog introduced us, and several times since. Cat I’ve only fucked once just to see what it was like. Neither girl was phenomenal in the sack, and I’ve definitely had better. Hell, just having Blair suck my cock was more fun than those two put together. But I plan to play it up. See if I can make the little girl jealous.  

“What’s wrong, baby? You miss me?” I ask Jaylen, throwing an arm around her to pull her closer so my lips are next to her ear when I quietly ask her, “Or did you just miss my cock?”

“Just your cock,” she says. “You’re sort of a dick.”

That would usually be my cue to take her to the back bedroom I’ve been staying in here and fuck her raw. But with Blair sitting across from us, arms crossed over her chest, her jaw clenched as she stares unblinkingly at
Pulp Fiction
on the television, looking lost and sad, there’s no way I can do that.

Surviving the Army, spending years killing fuckers for a living, and I’ve become a pussy, all because of a virgin pussy that I’m jonesing to claim before anyone else. I want her so damn bad, and I’m so close to having her that I can practically taste it. At first, I thought this morning may have been a setback. Now I realize the difference between the morning and night before. She was quick to jump when I ordered her to suck me off, and I didn’t give her a chance to protest before I shoved my hand down her panties. From here on out I need to take what I want from her, or otherwise she gets self-conscious, probably because of her inexperience. She wants it, though. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be here. I just need to loosen her up.

“Yo, Rog,” I call out. “You got any brownies?”

“Hell yeah. Cooling in the kitchen. Best batch ever,” he tells me from where he’s sprawled out lazily in one of the recliners.

I get up and go get one, eating more than half of it before I make it back to the living room. It is one of the best batches.

Stopping in front of Blair’s chair, I tell her, “Stand up.”

She, of course, jumps right to her feet, like I knew she would.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her just because I love giving her commands and watching her eagerly follow them. She licks her lips and parts them so I can slip a bite of brownie inside, reminding me of yesterday when she was on her knees. It’s a small piece I give her because I’m certain she’ll have zero tolerance. She makes a soft “mmm” sound that goes straight to my cock, and then she eyes the rest of the dessert in my hand like she wants more. I pretend to ignore her and shove the rest into my own mouth.

Grabbing her hips I spin her around and sit down in the chair she was in, pulling her ass down on my lap. I hear her sigh of contentment as she relaxes, settling back against me. After I flip off Jaylen and Cat who are gawking, I ease my hand up the hem of Blair’s shirt. When I squeeze the skin above her hip bone she squirms, grinding on my lap in a way that makes me lose my damn mind.

“If you keep that up, I’ll pull your pants off and shove you right down on my cock, little girl,” I warn her. Unable to resist, I bury my face in her long hair that smells like berries and flowers, so fresh and clean compared to the smoke and booze I smell on most women. It makes me want to dirty her up.

Blair goes still, and I think I’ve succeeded in scaring her further away. But then she turns around and straddles my lap, proving me so fucking wrong. Again. Her mood ring eyes are midnight blue, which I’m starting to think is the color they turn when she’s horny. This morning when we were alone in her bedroom, they were a light green and looked hesitant. Now they seem determined to do something naughty. Fuck, but I think she likes the audience.

I lift one of my eyebrows, silently asking her what she wants. No matter what it is, I’m fucking onboard. Her tongue slips out and licks her lips, telling me exactly what she’s after. Quickly thinking back to yesterday and earlier, I don’t remember ever kissing her. Is that why she put the brakes on? Because she wants me to kiss her? What the fuck? If it gets me into her panties quicker, then I’ll do whatever it takes. Besides, my cock can attest to the fact that she has a magical mouth. The clock is ticking too, down to no more than eight days. So the sooner we start fucking, the better.

Threading my fingers through the back of her hair, I pull her head forward and kiss her softly, barely brushing her lips over mine. I’m guessing that she’s never done this before either. Yeah, I could usually do without kissing when I’m fucking a woman, but I can admit that I kind of like having my mouth on hers. I hope she appreciates the fact that my breath is minty clean with only a hint of brownie because I haven’t smoked a single cigarette all day.

Content to see how far she’ll go, I hand over the reins, sitting back to let her do her thing. Gripping my shoulders, Blair’s lips press against mine a few more times before I feel the swipe of her tongue seeking entrance. I open up for her, and the first time our tongues meet she moans, and her body melts like warm chocolate against mine. After that, I can’t help myself anymore. With my fist knotted in her hair and the other one on her ass, I fuck her mouth with my tongue the same way I want to fuck her tight pussy, grinding her down on my cock the whole time. If I knew virgins were this fun, I would’ve looked for one a lot sooner.

“Goddamn, Brede,” I vaguely hear Benny mutter in the background. “Now I’m hard. Get her naked and fuck her already.”

He does make an excellent suggestion, but for whatever reason I don’t want to share her in any way, even letting them see her naked. Standing up with Blair’s legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her to the room I’ve been staying in, shutting and locking the door behind us. I lower her feet to the floor and start taking her clothes off, pulling her shirt over her head, unzipping her jeans and lowering them and her panties. She holds on to my shoulders to step out of her shoes and clothing, and then she unclasps her bra herself, letting it fall into the puddle of clothes on the floor. Only once she’s naked does she start to look uneasy, lowering her eyes and brushing her hair behind her ear shyly.

“Undress me,” I order her, and that self-consciousness falls away as soon as she looks up at me and quickly steps forward to obey. Blair pushes my leather jacket down my arms and then lifts my gray tee up and over my head. Her hands trail from my shoulders, down my chest and abs to get to the button on the front of my jeans. Popping it open and sliding the zipper down over my bulging erection, she lowers the denim until she’s kneeling in front of me. With hungry eyes, I watch her untie my boots, pulling them and my socks off one at a time, refusing to help her in the slightest because she’s naked and it’s fucking hot to watch her struggle a little with my long, hard cock bobbing inches from her face the whole time.

As soon as she’s finished with her task, I tell her to get on the bed. She probably has no idea how fucking sexy she is climbing across the mattress on all fours. Her ass is so tempting I can’t resist smacking it, making Blair giggle as she turns back around to face me. She’s probably not feeling the effects of the pot yet, but she will soon. Hopefully it will loosen her up.

Following her onto the bed, I lie down next to her, flat on my back because I need some relief and soon. Reaching for her, I thread my fingers through the side of her hair and tongue kiss her before pushing her head down.

“Suck my cock,” I tell her. “Fuck-k-k,” I groan a second later when her hot little mouth seals around the head of my dick. Once she’s good and preoccupied with her task of sucking me off, I reach for her hips and pull them around, licking her pussy that’s above my face before she knows what’s happened. Her head lifts up when she moans, and I realize my mistake. So I push her head back down when I tell her, “Finish me off, and then I’ll take my time eating you out.”

My head flops back down on the pillow with Blair’s fine ass in my face when she sucks my cock deeper. My mouth waters wanting another taste of her pussy, but my balls feel like they’re gonna explode if I don’t get some relief soon. She’s obviously not gonna let me fuck her yet, so I let her suck me without distracting her. I don’t even have to force her pace.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I tell her, rubbing up and down her thighs in encouragement when she takes me deep into her throat with just the right amount of suction. “Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, yeah! I’m gonna come in your mouth…so…fucking…hard.” Her wet, swirling tongue on my hard shaft feels so damn amazing that it doesn’t take long for my cock to swell and pulse with my release. She swallows like a good little girl. And to reward her, I’m gonna show her exactly what she missed out on this morning.