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The blanket falls away and drapes against the fence, revealing her body to me, and it’s a fucking work of art, every slope and smooth edge like the shape of a guitar. I take a bite, pulling her panties with my teeth and she squeals.
She tips her head back and her long blonde strands fall down her back. My fingers get lost in her hair.
Slowly, I slide her off the fence, taking her in my arms. Her hair falls over my face, and I wrap the blanket back around her while she clings to me.
“I have a feeling you always get what you want,” I whisper into her hair.
She lifts her head from my shoulder. “What I want is for you to trust me, because if you do, I will give you everything.”
I tighten my grip around her. Maybe it’s this place that has the ability to extract truths from me, so I tell her, “I have waited a long time for you.”
Her hand moves up my chest, finally resting on my cheek. When she looks at me, I think maybe it’s justherthat extracts truths from me, but if I’m in, then I’mallin.
“Tell me whatyouwant,” she whispers, and I lean into her hand.
This woman has a hold on me, and I will take whatever I can get for however long I can have her. Not having her will break my heart, just as much as having her will.
My lip curls into a devilish smile. “I want to bend you over this fence and-” I don’t get to finish my sentence because I hear tires crunching on the gravel. When I look behind me, I see John’s truck pulling down the long dirt driveway.
“Fuck, Sasha,” I gasp and scowl at her as she giggles. “I have a fucking hard-on.” I try to adjust myself before turning around. If anything can make my dick go limp, it’s the sight of Grandpa John.
25
GUILTY CONSCIENCE
CASH
Rain on the Scarecrow by John Cougar Mellencamp
Sasha wraps the blanket around herself tighter, and I instinctively move to stand in front of her. She steps around me and heads for the barn without greeting John. I watch as she walks away and disappears behind the barn doors, leaving me with a semi hard-on that isslowlydeflating.
John stops the truck alongside the fence in front of me, and I look at the barn, wondering what he thinks went on. I feel guilty under John’s scrutiny, like I’m a teenager getting caught kissing my girlfriend on my parents’ couch.
My guilty conscience gets the better of me and I can’t seem to look him in the eye, knowing that I was about to fuck his granddaughter over the fence.
John nods at me by way of greeting, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes so that I can’t gauge him. I’m not sure how to address him or what to say, so I just nod back. He looks at the house appreciatively and runs his hand through the scruff on his chin. He must be so relieved that the fire missed this area, and everything is still intact. I haven’t been able to check out the rest of the neighborhood or the surrounding area yet. It feels like we’ve been in this little bubble since last night.
Selfishly, we’d only been concerned about this house, but now that’s it over, I can’t help but feel sadness for those who lost everything, not only possessions, but things that can never be replaced.
I let out a breath that feels like I’ve been holding in since yesterday.
“You wet the roof?” John says in his gravelly voice.
“Yes, sir.” I don’t know why I call him ‘sir’, but he’s the kind of guy that commands respect, and I feel the need for him to like me.
I scratch the back of my neck nervously.
“Barn too?” He hits the latch on the trailer.
I nod at him and watch as he opens the door and pulls down the ramp.
“Good thinking.”
He doesn’t stick around for any pleasantries and begins to pull one of the horses out of the trailer. I guess that is the extent of our conversation, for now.
Sasha meets him at the barn door, now fully dressed, and grabs the reins to one of the horses. For a moment she stands there staring at me, a concerned look on her face as she talks with John. I give her a reassuring nod that everything is okay.
Awkwardly, I stand next to the fence not knowing what to do now. It feels like my job is done. I shove my hands in my pockets and kick at the dirt. Awareness settles over me; I’m certain I smell and there is dirt under my fingernails and on my clothes. I need a shower in a bad way, some food, and a nap.
