Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (9 page)

Chapter Four

What I didn’t expect on Tuesday was to get pelted in the head with a stale bread roll as I walked into the lunchroom. I turned around to glare at the culprit. Fucking Sherry. She stood there, hands on hips, a big smirk on her face with her group of skanks standing behind her.

Did she really just do that?

I clenched my fists and marched over to her. I was so over her treating me like this.

“Seriously?” I said. “What are you, five?”

She rolled her eyes, causing all the girls behind her to laugh. What had I done to make her so nasty toward me? We had barely exchanged three words, yet from day one, she hated me.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, bitch,” she said, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. I don’t know how it happened, but the next thing I knew, my fist was connecting with her nose.

“You bitch!” she screamed, as blood streamed out of her nostril. “You fucking cow.” I looked down at my bloodstained fist and resisted the urge to laugh. Her light blue top showcased droplets of bright red blood.

I smirked at her as Rita and Nell, two of her cronies, steered her toward the infirmary. Her other girls hung back, staring at me with their mouth’s hanging open. Suddenly I was aware of fingers closing in around my wrist from behind.

“Come on, Miss Bayley, you know that is not on.” I tried to protest as one of the lunch guards dragged me out of the cafeteria, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

“She totally started that,” I said, gobbsmaked. Why was
I
the one in trouble?

“She threw a roll at you and you punched her in the nose? You know we can’t tolerate that kind of behavior.” She stopped at small room with no windows, and only a thin stretcher in the way of seating. “Wait in here. I’ll have to get someone to take care of you.”

What did that mean? Take care of me? I shivered. In the foster system, that statement could have meant one of many things, not one of them pleasant. I walked over to the stretcher and sat down, crossing one leg over the other, waiting for the inevitable cold and unusual punishment that was going to be fed to me.

Stupid Sherry. What the hell was her problem? Why did she hate me so much? And why did I let her get on my nerves?

After what felt like hours, the door began to open. I looked up into Max’s eyes, my heart pounding. Those beautiful sexy blue eyes. He was giving me my punishment? I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Standing up, I walked over to him, waiting for him to say something. He just shook his head.

“You punched Sherry?” he chuckled softly.

“She was asking for it,” I growled. He reached for my hand—which was shaking like crazy— and lifted it to his lips. I sighed as he kissed each of my knuckles, one by one, his touch calming me instantly.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” he muttered as his kisses trailed up my arm. He curved his fingers around my neck and pulled me into his arms, his mouth crushing against mine. Over and over again, we kissed.

“Good thing I’ve been given the task of disciplining you, Miss Bayley,” he said gruffly. I giggled as he spun me around, and pushed me up against the wall. “Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?”

“I have an idea,” I muttered. I turned my head and pressed my lips against his, as his tongue massaged mine. “Are you sure we’re not going to be caught?” I whispered, feeling his hardness rub against me.

“The door is locked, we’d get enough warning if someone came in.”

“No cameras?” I asked.

He chucked as his kissed my neck. “You’re a paranoid little thing, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m just not stupid,” I replied dryly.

“No cameras. We’re safe in here.”

“Good,” I smiled as his hands moved under my shirt, his fingers grazing past my nipples. I moaned softly and stretched my palms out against the wall, as his hardness pressed against my ass.

“You like that?” he muttered, rolling my nipple between his fingertips. I groaned in response. Of course I liked it. I liked everything he did. My body shivered as he lifted my skirt and lowered my panties. His arm curled around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

“Oh,” I gasped, my voice climbing higher, as he slipped inside me, rocking my hips back into him in sync with his thrusts.

“You’re so tight, Maya. Do you like this? Do you like it when I fuck you from behind?” he whispered. I groaned in response. He felt amazing inside me. “Come for me, baby,” he urged me.

His hand slipped down the front of my panties. With his middle finger, he began to massage my clit as he thrust himself further inside me. I stared at the wall, my knuckles white from the pressure I was putting on them.

“Oh gosh,” I whimpered. I groaned loudly.

He clapped his hand over my mouth, trying to silence me, which only made me come harder as he pounded inside me, faster and harder. Exhausted, I leaned my head back against his chest, completely overwhelmed by what I had just experienced. He kissed the side of my head and chuckled.

“You okay?”

“Mmphf,” I mumbled incoherently. He laughed again and gently turned me around, enveloping me in his arms.

“If you keep misbehaving, I’m going to have to keep doing that, okay? You need to learn your lesson.”

I sighed blissfully. If that were my punishment, I’d take it…every time. He kissed me again, his fingers gently stroking my hair.

“Can I trust you not to go out there and break anyone else’s nose?”

My mouth fell open. I’d broken her nose? Why did that make me want to smile? He narrowed his eyes, as if he could sense my joy.

“That’s not a good thing, Maya,” he growled.

“I know, but she’s such a bitch.” I leaned against the wall and shook my head. To him, it probably all seemed so childish. And maybe it was, but if there was one thing I didn’t handle, it was people thinking they were better than me. I did enough of that myself without everyone else jumping on board.

“Ignore her. You’ve got your appeal coming up…another incident like this, and you might find yourself in here for a lot longer than six months.”

I bit my lip and smiled. “Would that be a bad thing?” I asked coyly, biting my lip as I reached down to rub his cock.

He breathed in sharply, and then laughed. “You’re going to end up getting me fired.”

He was probably right. It would be just my luck to get stuck in here for longer and then have him lose his job, or get transferred. I kissed him again, and then straightened up my uniform, pulling my long hair back over one shoulder.

~*~*~*~

Two more rounds of punishment, and I’d finally learned my lesson.

“Okay. Let me out of here. I think I’m ready to behave.”

He rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. “See you later,” he whispered, smacking me on the ass. I laughed and took off down the hall.

Walking back to my room, I pushed open the door to find it empty. No Sherry. I sighed, relieved not to have to face her tonight. The last thing I wanted was
her
in my face. Hopefully, she would take the hint now and not mess with me.

Pulling back the covers, I climbed into bed, thoughts of Max on my mind.

What had started out as a game, a way to fill in the time had turned into something more. Exactly what, I didn’t know. He was the first person to believe I could accomplish something. For whatever reason, he saw something in me.

He believed in me, and I had to admit, that felt fucking awesome.

Chapter Five

Showered, dressed and fed before seven in the morning. This routine thing was obviously rubbing off on me. Since the incident with Sherry, I still hadn’t seen her around. I couldn’t help but wonder where she was.

I’d taken extra care in my appearance today, hoping I’d run into Max. Hell, I was even wearing a little make up. I’d enrolled in a few classes that I could use toward getting my GED that would begin tomorrow, so today was my last day of freedom—Ironically.

I wandered outside and over to our tree. I’m not going to lie—I was hoping to see him, but after wasting half the day and no sign of him I began to doubt my plan.

Then out of nowhere, there he was, looking as sexy as ever. He looked hotter than yesterday if that were even possible. He spotted me and smiled, speeding up his step.

“I was wondering if I’d see you out here today,” he chuckled.

“I’m becoming pretty attached to this tree,” I joked. He laughed and sat down.

“So, what are you up to today?”

“Not much. I signed up for some classes that start tomorrow. So that should be interesting,” I joked, rolling my eyes.

“Really?” he asked, amused. I looked at him suspiciously, eyeing the big smile on his face. Why was that such a big deal?

“Just a few English classes.”

“Ah yes. You, and your books.”

“Don’t do that,” I laughed. Getting on my knees, I turned to face him. “Just because your taste is pretty bad, don’t drag down the one thing I enjoy doing.”

I shuffled closer to him, until I was sitting on his lap, a leg on either side of him. I took his hands and placed them on my ass, laughing as he squeezed my cheeks.

“Well, it’s not the
only
thing I enjoy doing…”

He smacked my ass and laughed.

“Hey, I think its great how much you read. There’s just more stimulating stuff out there other than the smut you seem to be quite taken with.”

“Oh?” I said. “Do you want me to show you how stimulating my ‘smut’ can be?” I asked.

My hands on his chest, I brought my mouth down on his in a long, slow kiss as I rocked my hips into him. His hands moved under my skirt, edging underneath the soft fabric of my panties. Moving at a deliberately slow pace, he followed the line of my panties around to the front. I tensed, closing my eyes as he slipped a finger inside of them, teasing my entrance.

“That feels nice,” I muttered, moving my hands up to his shoulders. I sat up straight. “God, yeah.” I tensed, wet and ready for him when he thrust a finger inside. My back arched as he fingered me, alternating between one and two fingers.

“Open your eyes. I want to watch you.”

Opening my eyes, I focused on him as he worked his finger slowly around my entrance. His blue eyes burned into mine as I squirmed on his lap while he teased me. He pulled out his finger and brought it to his mouth, tasting me. I laughed, and covered my face with my hands, not sure why I felt so embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Mm,” he muttered, pushing me back until I lay flat on the ground. “I want some more of that.” I clapped my hand over my mouth as he flipped up my skirt, his fingers pushing away the thin fabric of my thong. He pushed my thighs further apart, and then slowly ran his tongue along my entrance.

“What are you doing?” I giggled, glancing around to make sure nobody was coming.

“What does it look like?” he muttered.

I shrieked as his tongue plunged inside of me, his lips tasting my sweetness. I wrapped my legs around his neck as my fingers roamed his hair, resisting the strong urge to bury his face in my pussy.

God, this feels amazing.

I wanted it to last forever, but the fact was he had me so worked up; every lick brought me closer to the edge. Groaning, I flexed my toes, my body convulsing as his tongue lapped at my wetness.

“Oh god, please…so good…” I mumbled, not sure whether I wanted him to stop or keep going. I moaned, as the last of the high rippled through my body, before pushing him away.

He pulled himself up toward my face, his lips pressing against mine. All I could taste was me, and it felt so incredibly sexy. My pussy throbbed, still reeling from his attention, as we kissed.

“Shit,” he said, sitting up. He suddenly looked agitated. “I’ve made you miss dinner,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. I didn’t get why he looked so panicked.

“I’m not hungry anyway,” I offered, shrugging.

“No, they will have noticed us both missing. Fuck,” he cursed, getting to his feet.

I stood up, straightening my skirt. He turned and yanked me against the trunk of the tree, his mouth pressing against mine, kissing me with urgency.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

My heart fluttered at the sound of his husky voice telling me how sexy I was.

“So, what now?” I asked, his nervousness rubbing off on me. Butterflies stormed into my stomach. Were we about to be caught? Because I wasn’t ready to give this up. “How about I go to the infirmary?”

“The infirmary?” he repeated, not convinved.

“Yes. I’ll tell them I have stomach cramps, and collapsed outside or something?” It wasn’t
completely
unbelievelable.

He thought for a moment. “That might work. But I don’t want you lying for us.”

I snorted. Did he not know who he was talking to? I came out of the womb hiding the truth. He rolled his eyes, getting my point.

“Okay. I’ll try and sneak some food to you.” His hand lingered in mine for a moment longer before he pushed me away. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

~*~*~*~

Half an hour later, I was lying in a bed in the infirmary with the doctor looking over my stomach. He pressed and prodded me, before deciding it was most likely pre menstrual cramps.

“Give her some Tylenol and let her go back to her room,” I overheard him telling the nurse. I sighed, relieved that I wasn’t going to be staying here for the night. All I wanted was my own bed, where I could dream about being with Max.

“Here you go, honey.”

The nurse came bustling in, holding a small plastic cup and two Tylenol. I took the tablets from her and the drink and swallowed, as she flashed me a sympathetic smile.

“Okay, scuttle along now. Make sure you rest up, and any more pain, come straight back.”

I nodded and thanked her.

~*~*~*~

It was barely seven in the evening and I was in bed. Sherry was still not there, so I had the room to myself. I was surprised at how tired I actually was. All this sneaking around and sex was taking a lot out of me.

I tossed and turned for a while, unable to drift off, when I heard the door creak open. I sat up, expecting Sherry. Instead, I saw Max smiling at me.

“Hey,” I said, smiling back. Shocked would be an understatement to how I felt. I self-consciously pulled the covers a little higher.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I was just on my way out and I thought I’d drop these off,” he said, holding up a plate of sandwiches. My stomach grumbled loudly, an indication of how hungry it was.

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

He walked in, closing the door. I took the plate and set it on the table beside me, leaning back against my pillows. He narrowed his eyes, and smirked.

“You look so fucking sexy right now, it’s taking all my resolve not to climb in there with you.”

“Why don’t you?” I raised an eyebrow, and pulled the covers down, low enough to show that I was only wearing panties with my tank top. I giggled as his erection became obvious through his pants.

“God, don’t tempt me, Maya,” he groaned. “I don’t think I have the strength to refuse you.” I pushed myself up onto my knees and tilted my head.

“Then don’t.”

He stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to tug at my panties, a pained look on his face. Taking the hem of my top, I lifted it over my head, smiling as he sighed.

“You don’t wanna play with me, Max?” I said, frowning.

“You know I do…this isn’t fair,” he said gruffly, taking me in his arms. He kissed me, his mouth rough and forceful against mine.

His hands moved over my naked body, massaging my breasts as he pulled me into his embrace. We lay there, just holding each other for what felt like forever. I loved the feeling of being so close to someone without sex.

“Now you’ve done it. I have no idea how I’m going to sneak out of here.”

“Why do you need to sneak out?” I asked, confused. “Just leave.”

“Are you being serious? Who the fuck sticks around an hour after their shift ends?” he laughed.

Fair point.

“So you work the occasional night? What is the routine?” I said, propping myself up on my shoulder.

“It’s not that easy. This place is a detention center, remember? That means codes and alarms everywhere.”

“So wont they know you haven’t gone home yet?” I asked.

If they tracked you in here, surely they’d track you out too.

He shot me a look. My eyes widened as I realized that he hadn’t thought about that.

“I don’t suppose you know who is on tonight? As in, maybe they would let this slide…”

He put his head back and stared at the ceiling.

“I think Jon is working,” he said slowly. “He’d let me out. But he’d want to know why. And I’m nervous about what he’d want in return.”

“You mean…” My voice trailed off. I didn’t even know what he meant.

“I don’t know. But I wouldn’t put it past him to pay you a visit.”

What?
No fucking way.

“I think the only thing I can do is wait until morning, and then act as though I’ve just arrived. Luckily I’m rostered on for a morning tomorrow.” He turned to face me.

“So you mean you’re spending the night?” I giggled, snuggling into his arms once again.

“It’s hardly funny, but yes, I guess I am. God, this is going to be a long night,” he moaned.

“Not as long as the shift is going to feel for you tomorrow,” I quipped. He groaned again, and I laughed.

“True. But I get to spend more time with you, so that’s a bonus.” He kissed me behind the ear, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and smiled. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt safer than I had in forever.
He
made me feel safe.
He
made me feel wanted. All those things I’d missed out on up until now, I felt with him.

But I couldn’t stop the nagging voice in the back of my head asking how long this was going to last?