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He lifts me into his monster truck and my stomach starts doing flips. It dawns on me that I am one of those dumb girls in horror movies that gets into a car with a stranger and then is shocked when the seemingly nice stranger turns into a psycho. “This is probably my worst idea ever.” I mumble to myself trying to convince my mind to get out of the car before I am locked in a basement. My hand inches toward the handle but then he gets in and the truck rocks and I swear my mind flashes to the bed doing the same with me underneath him. Geesh. What is wrong with me?
“Is there someone you should call or something? Let them know where you will be?”
“Nope. No one. Besides, I am a grown woman. I need to answer to anyone.” My mouth won’t stop moving and I have no idea why I say this to him but I can't help it.
“Yeah, not yet you aren’t,” he says, licking his lips looking at me. I feel it on my skin just as if he was literally licking me. “Trust me, I know.” He says before adjusting his crotch and starting the car. I slam my legs closed, the ache is so profound I am scared I am going to moan in his damn truck.
We drive for a few minutes, the silence and tension so thick you would need a shovel to wade through it. I can’t help staring at him, taking in his thick neck, the vein wide and pronounced. The bobbing of his Adam's apple when he swallows. Crap. ‘Swallow’. Those words make me leak in his seat. Would he expect me to swallow him on the first try?
“Whatever you’re thinking over there stop making that fucking noise,” he says, widening his legs.
“Uh sorry. My stomach hurts.” It’s not a lie exactly. But that is not all that is hurting right now.
“I know, bunny. I can smell it.” He opens his door and gets out leaving me with my mouth opening and closing like a guppy. Did he just…is he saying he can…holy hell. What the hell just I just steal my way into?
Chapter Three
Harlan
I have to be losing my mind, that is the only explanation for what the hell I am doing. I mean it makes sense, right? People get depressed and do shit they don’t normally do around the holidays, like bring barely legal, fertile little girls to their house. Little girls who make their cocks ache and balls sag full of seed to spray inside of them. Christ, especially bunnies with smart mouths begging to be stuffed. “Fuck, Harlan. Get a grip.” I chastise myself walking to her side of the car to lift her tiny ass down. And I mean that comment rhetorically. Her ass is anything but small. That fucker would bounce so perfectly when I hit it and move her on and off this meat.
“Do you need help with that?” My eyes snap to hers, shock and a need so fucking visceral shooting through me. Hell, I am a second from saying hell yes and putting her up against this truck, but then I see she is motioning towards the grocery bags I hauled into the truck and I feel like a piece of shit for thinking something else.
“No. I got it.” It comes out a bit rough but I feel like a son of a bitch.
“Wow. This is your house?” Her incredulous voice makes me feel marginally better.
“What are you expecting?” I ask, opening the door.
“Not sure, but it is much too big for a single man. Do you have a family?”
“Nope. It is just me.” I don’t get a chance to ask her about her family because Marley, my goldendoodle, comes barreling towards us. I say barreling lightly. She is a tiny little furry thing but she is sweet as punch and hypoallergenic.
“Oh my gosh! Hi cutie,” Julep says, getting on the floor and rubbing Marley’s head. I look on as she giggles and rolls around on the floor with her and it hits me just how young she is. I am seriously a dirty motherfucker because that makes me want her more. “What’s her name?” she asks me, her attention never leaving the dog.
“Marley.” I grunt jealous of the fucking dog thats panting all over her.
“Oh you look like a Marley.” She rubs her belly once more before standing up and looking at me. “So my room?'' Her big eyes look at me like she is expecting me to renege or prove she can trust no one and it makes me want to protect her, but also defile her and make her dependent on me.
“Right. This way.” I led her through the kitchen which is right off the mud room. Her eyes track the space. I can see the twinkle in them, excitement obvious.
