I snap out of it, just a bit.“What do you mean, I will?”
“Means I’ve done things, seen things I can’t pray away.”
As he says it, his dick twitches against me like it has a mind of its own.Again, I don’t care what he’s saying.I sigh my apathy.
By the small of my back, he guides me toward the bed.The mattress dips when I sit.He stays standing for a moment, looking down at me through the dark like he’s weighing something.The faint gleam from the snow catches the scrapes on his knuckles.
I think of how the biker saved me.But I banish the frightening scene from my thoughts.I’m safe.Humbug made sure of it.
In that heartbeat of quiet, Blake’s face flashes through my mind, safe, familiar, dull as candle wax.The picture burns away as fast as it comes.Whatever we had, it isn’t enough to stop what’s happening here.
Humbug kneels in front of me, his hands resting on my knees, thumbs drawing slow circles that make it hard to breathe.
My skirt slowly rises as he widens my legs.He reaches for my panties.There’s no going back.
Chapter 5
Humbug
The bed creaks beneath us, old springs protesting while the storm outside cheers us on.Snow hammers the windows while wind howls like the whole damn world’s lost its mind.
Like I’ve lost mine already.
I think about confessing before things go too far, but instead I’m lost between Carol’s soft thighs.I breathe her in, peppermint, sweat, sin, and it hits harder than any shot of whiskey.It’s perfect, like nothing that belongs in a dump like this clubhouse.
Like a dying man, I lap her up.
Damn.I don’t usually go straight to eating pussy, but I’m trying to make an impression.Make her forget feeling so afraid.
Between her thighs, I mimic our earlier kiss, desperate, aching, need.Even her pussy tastes sugary as this girl’s pure sweetness.She grabs at my hair and presses my head with her legs as she squirms around me.The sounds escaping her almost do me in.
Damn.I’m on fire.
My hands, my mouth rise slower, high, memorizing instead of taking.The calm before the storm, as I lick her belly, her neck, her breasts, until I’m right back where I started.
Staring at her sweet mouth.Looming over her.She’s in my arms, small and soft against the rough of me.My cock gets wet and sticky sliding between her soaking thighs.Girl moans out, and it about kills me.
Her breath trembles against my throat, hot and uneven.I’m killing her too… We’re sleighing each other.I think of her jokes too fondly.Fighting a smile, my heart leaps in my chest.
I whisper, “Easy.”But I’m talking to myself.I know I shouldn’t be here.Not with her.Not like this.But fuck, I’m inching my cock inside her.
“You sure?”I ask too late.
“Why do you keep asking that?”she squeaks.
Inside her, only the tip, I freeze.“I’m a lot older and wiser.I’ve been around the block a time or two.Don’t want you to have regrets.”
“Because I’m young and dumb?”
“No.Because I don’t plan on stopping.”
“I’m sure.”Carol touches my face like she’s known me forever, and suddenly I don’t care who I was before tonight.
All the noise in my head, Trina’s voice, the club, the guilt, drops away until there’s only her.
She looks up at me through the dark, eyes wide and sure.
“Don’t stop,” she says, her sweet voice shaking as she fights against the size of me.
