“You like being my dirty girl?” I hiss. “You like that fat cock fucking your naughty little ass until you come? You want me to make that ass come for me, baby girl? You want me to make you come when I pump every drop of my cum deep in this hot little ass?”
Winona screams in pleasure, her whole body starting to tense as she drops her cheek to the sheets and just starts whimpering and moaning for more.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I growl. “Come for that fat cock right fucking now.”
I drive in, my thumb rolls over her clit, and Winona shatters.
Her scream is guttural and thick with lust, and I can feel her cream just gushing over my fingers. Her asshole clenches so fucking tight around me, spasming on my cock until I just fucking lose it. I roar, pushing my cock as deep in that hot, forbidden little ass as I can before my balls pulse and I go crashing over that edge with her. Rope after rope of my cum jets into her, filling her ass with my seed until the both of us go crashing over on the bed, panting for air.
This is more than I ever thought I’d be. She’s more than I ever thought I’d find. And now?
Well, now I’m just going to have to hold on tight and never let her go.
Chapter 11
Winona
It’s been a few days — a few days of complete, crazy, wild bliss. Perfection, really. For days now, all I’ve done is been around him, like the two of us are on this honeymoon somewhere. Or like, a deserted island or something. Just us, a bed, some food and water, and fucking.
Basically, heaven.
I’d say we’ve never left the bed, but then, we have, but it’s just been to do what we’ve been doing there in other fun places. His kitchen counter, the bathroom sink, the front porch, the floor, against a tree out back under the stars, and in the still-house drinking moonshine.
Yeah.
Like I said, heaven.
But a few days later, we’re having our first “break” from each other. Silas is actually off to my old campsite to find my things for me and see about bringing my car up to his cabin. Which leaves me just lounging on his front porch with an old paperback I found on a shelf inside. It’s funny, because the campsite, and life before him feels like eons ago. It feels like another lifetime, even though it’s been a matter of days.
But then, I know what I feel. And I know I feel like a whole new person with him. A new woman — more of a woman, really. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends before, but with Silas, it feels like the first time every single time — this mix of nervousness and bliss. This feeling like this is the best feeling in the world.
Silas is also going back into town to talk to Law — the big, rough but handsome older man who knocked on the truck window that first morning. He wouldn’t tell me specifically why he has to, but apparently it’s a “business meeting” of some kind.
…Right because that doesn’t sound totally sketchy. The thought of him going back to that bar alone had me worried, but he promised he’d be fine.
“It’s just a sit down — just to discuss some things. Like a business meeting.”
“He did tell you to fuck off the other day. It doesn’t really sound like he likes you very much.”
“It’s fine. I told you, we’ve got history.” He winks. “And after that, I’m coming back here with the rest of your stuff, so you can actually have a change of clothes.”
I grin, biting my lip. “Do I NEED clothes?”
“Well fuck, in that case, I’m burning them at your fucking campsite and coming back empty handed.”
The campsite I’d almost forgotten about, like it was a past life — something I’ve grown out of. All I know is this place — these hills, and this country life. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about the money that we’re after, but its peripheral. It’s just there in the background.
But what’s right in front of me is him.
It’s weird. He’s no one I’d ever go for — at least, not back in my old life. He’s rough and rugged. Maybe a little crazy too, but in this way that I just get. And then, he’s amazing. He’s the man I never saw coming.
…And yet I’m still not telling him the whole truth.
I don’t want to call it lying, because that sounds horrible. But it’s just a shade shy of being that. I haven’t told him about that first night, and about what I only sort of remember about the rings and the vows and the marriage certificate I’ve kept hidden from him.
I take the ring out, sitting there on the porch, and I roll it in my fingers. It glitters in the Kentucky sunlight, the huge diamond shining brightly. I frown, suddenly wondering where the hell he even got something like this, but the thought flutters away.
I’m married.
I’m married, and I should probably tell the man I’m married to.
The sound of wheels on the dirt road leading up to the cabin perks my ears up, and I look up, expecting to see Silas. But instead, a black SUV pulls up, its windows tinted. The car comes to a stop in front of the porch and I quickly stand, smoothing down my sundress — the same one from the other night that’s kind of become my only stitch of clothing at least until Silas comes back.
The door opens, and this gorgeous, young-looking blonde girl steps out and looks up at me, looking startled to see me.
“Oh, uh…”
Her brow furrows, glancing around quickly before pulling her eyes back to me.
“You’re here with Silas?”
I frown. “Yes?”
“Really?”
She arches her brow, like she’s surprised by that, and it makes me scowl a little deeper.
“Yes, really. Can I help you?” I snap testily.
She smiles. “Sorry, that came out weird. I just mean…” She smirks. “Well, it’s not like my cousin gets a lot of visitors up here. And certainly not female ones.”
I let go of the scowl, my face softening. “Are you Taylor?”
She grins, nodding, glancing around again before she steps towards the porch.
“Yep, that’s me. And you’re…?”
“Winona, hi!” I stick my hand out, shaking hers before my face suddenly pales as I realize I’ve still got the stupid wedding ring on. I freeze, but Taylor doesn’t seem to notice it as she just smiles and shakes my hand back.
“Sorry, I just didn’t expect there to be anyone up here. I had some work stuff back in Sugar County and thought I’d swing by to say hi to Silas,” she grins. “You know, make sure he hasn’t blown himself up in his moonshine still or anything.”
“Nah, not yet.” I grin back, looking down before I suddenly cringe again.
“Shit, sorry, I think this is your dress.”
Taylor waves a hand, shaking her head. “Oh please, don’t worry about it. It looks way better on you than me anyways.”
I eye the lithe, gorgeous blonde girl and seriously doubt that, but hey, it’s the only clothing I’ve got right now anyways. My eyes dart over her, taking her in a little more. She’s dressed like a country girl, but then, there’s this stiffness to her too. Like she should be wearing a uniform or something instead of daisy duke shorts and plaid shirt. I remember Silas mentioning that she’s in college or something not far from Kentucky, but I don’t think he was expecting her to drop by anytime soon.
“So where is Silas?”
“He went out to go talk to a friend of his.” I frown. “Well, not friend, I guess. I think it’s more of a business associate.”
Taylor frowns, her blue eyes narrowing. “Who?”
“This guy named Law?”
She freezes. “Lawson Banner?”
“The big bearded guy with all the tattoos?”
Her face hardens, like she’s trying not to show how worried she is, and my stomach sinks.
“Okay, what’s with that look?”
Taylor swallows, eying me. “Do you know Law?”
I shrug. “I met him once a few days go?”
“But you don’t know him.”
I chew on my lip. “I mean, Silas said he
was involved in some shady stuff, but—”
Taylor shakes her head. “No, not some ‘shady stuff,’ the guy is the freaking shot caller for like all of eastern Kentucky.”
I freeze, my eyes going wide. “Hang on, what? Shot caller?”
Taylor’s mouth purses tight. “Heroin, oxy, meth, guns, girls — you name it, he’s running it in this county.”
I pale, that coldness sinking into my heart. This isn’t some local ruffian that Silas has history with. This is a major player. And suddenly, whatever this “business meeting” is sounds a hell of a lot worse.
…Suddenly, I realize I’m not the only one with a secret. I’m not telling him about the marriage thing, but then, he’s not telling me about whatever serious shit it is he might be up to with this guy Law.
Taylor swears. “What the fuck is my cousin up to now?”
* * *
“Yikes, that’s good.”
Taylor hoots, putting down the now-empty glass of moonshine I’ve just poured her from the jar in Silas’s kitchen.
“This is from his new batch?”
“Yeah. It’s really good, isn’t it?”
She shakes her head. “Yeah, wow. You know, Silas might be a weird dude, but if he’s good at one thing, it’s making this stuff.”
She looks up, her eyes meeting mine before she grins. “But then, I’m guessing he’s good at more than that to keep you up here.”
I blush furiously, and she giggles. “Sorry, okay, gross, I don’t need to think about that. That’s the booze talking.” She snorts a laugh, looking up at me again. “Look, I don’t know what your deal is with him, but,” she looks around. “I mean, even his house looks nicer. It’s like, clean and stuff. And aren’t there usually those old car tires out in front of the place?”
I make a face. “Oh, yeah, hell no. I made him throw those out.”
Taylor’s eyes about pop out of her face. “He threw them out?” She whistled, clinking her empty glass to mine. “You, lady, are a magician.”
I laugh, and she shakes her head.
“Look, I didn’t mean to freak you out earlier. Silas is a big boy, he can take care of himself.”
I remember him telling me a few nights ago about his time in the Marines, as a sniper, and I nod. “Yeah, he was telling me about Afghanistan.”
Her brow shoots up. “He was? Really?”
“Is that weird?”
“It’s unheard of is what it is.” She shakes her head. “Shit, girl. You must have that guy whipped. The tires and he talked to you about the Marines?”
I blush, looking down.
“I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. I mean don’t get me wrong, Lawson Banner is…well, a lot of things.”
“Like a criminal shot caller?”
She makes a face. “Like that. And dangerous.”
“And a little scary.”
“And a little hot.”
Taylor suddenly flushes, her cheeks burning bright red as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Okay, yeah, that is enough moonshine for me thank you very much.”
I hoot out a laugh, my brows going up. “Oh now, what’s this?”
“This is me with not enough sleep and not enough food in my stomach for Silas’s damn booze.” She blushes fiercely and shakes her head. “Hey, if this is weird, say so, but do you mind if I use your shower and freshen up before I go to this work thing? It’s kind of one of the reasons I drove up here.”
“Of course, yeah. I mean, it’s Silas’s shower anyways.”
Taylor smirks, giving me a look before she grabs her bag and heads into the bathroom.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, I’m out on the front porch again when she steps out, hair still damp and pulled back with some fresh jeans and a plaid shirt on.
“Do you want to hang around until he gets back?”
She shakes her head. “Nah, thanks, I have this thing I need to get to.”
“You’re in college, right?”
“Mhmm.”
I prod further. “What are you studying?”
“Oooh, you know how it is. I haven’t really nailed it down yet. Plus I have this internship thing that lets me travel around, like back here to Sugar County.”
“Well, I’ll tell Silas you stopped by—”
She turns, and when she does, her small tote bag snags against the arm of one of the porch chairs and wrenches out of her hand. She gasps as it pulls away from her, upending clothes, makeup, a wallet, and…
My heart skips a beat.
And a gun.
The black metal pistol skitters across the wood floor, coming to a stop as we both go totally silent. Wordlessly, my heart pounding, I watch as Taylor evenly shoves her stuff back into the bag. She walks over and picks up the gun, checking the safety before she silently puts it back in the small holster it’s fallen out of, and then back in her bag.
She turns to face me, her face cool and neutral, but her eyes darting over mine.
“Yeah, so, uh…” She clears her throat. “If you could not mention that, that’d probably be best.”
I nod quietly. “Yeah, no, of course.”
“It’s just for protection,” she says quickly. “But, you know, Silas would probably freak if he knew I was carrying.”
I smile, my eyes still fixed on the black grip I can see poking out of her bag.
“Mum’s the word, promise.”
“Thanks,” she grins, arching a brow. “I figured you were good on keeping secrets.”
Her eyes drop directly to the ring on my hand, and I blush furiously. From her words, I’m pretty sure she’s got the wrong idea. Judging from that look, she probably thinks I’m married — and to someone else — and up here having a fling with Silas. But, what am I going to do, correct her?
Oh, yeah, well, yes I’m married, but it’s to your cousin. Surprise.
Instead, I just nod, biting my lip as I try and swallow the heat from my face.
“Hey, you get zero judgments from this girl,” she says, smiling as she puts a hand on mine and squeezes. “Be good to Silas, and we’re good, okay?”
“Deal.”
She grins. “Nice to meet you, Winona. Thanks for keeping my crazy cousin on his toes.”
I laugh. “Anyti—”
I stop short, my eyes landing on something glinting underneath the porch chair. Something that looks shiny. Something sitting in a little leather wallet lying open. Something in the shape of a star.
…Something that looks an awful lot like a badge.
“Winona?”
Taylor turns, and when she sees what I’m just staring at, she swears, dives for it, and snatches it up, closing the little wallet up and shoving the thing deep in her bag. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders before she turns back to me and meets my gaze unblinkingly.
“So, that would also be something that I’d appreciate you keeping to yourself,” she says quietly. “Look, it’s not what you think. This…”
She frowns.
“My job has nothing to do with Silas, if that’s what you’re thinking, and I’m guessing it is.”
My eyes dart across the yard to the barn half sunk into the side of the hill, with all the crazy pipes and steam coming out of it.
“Winona, I can promise you that what you just saw has nothing to do with Silas and his moonshine. Seriously.”
Our eyes meet, and I know I see the truth there.
“Okay,” I say in a measured tone. “But just so you know, this…” I hold up the ring on my finger. “This isn’t what you think it is either.”
Taylor grins. “Guess we’re even then?” She frowns a little. “Look, please don’t tell my cousin. I’m going to myself, I just…” she shakes her head. “I don’t know how he’d take it.”
How would her outlaw cousin with the highly illegal liquor still and booze business react to Taylor carrying around a badge of some kind? Yeah, I can’t imagine that’d go over too well either.
??
?I’m not saying a thing, don’t worry,” I say quietly, reaching out and sneezing her arm.
“Thanks. This will all….” She sighs. “It’ll all make sense soon, I promise. Then I can tell him and my brothers.”
Taylor smiles at me as she shoulders her bag. “I’m glad you were here, it was great to meet you, Winona”
I stand, grinning back. “Yeah, same. I’ll tell Silas you stopped by.”
I watch as she gets back into her SUV, waving before she throws it into gear and pulls back down the long dusty road back down the hill. And suddenly, a wave of worry comes over me. Because now, the secrets are adding up. Now, not only am I not telling Silas that — surprise — we’re actually married. Now, I’m not telling him — the wild moonshining outlaw that he is — that his dear little cousin seems be carrying around a hidden badge and gun.
Chapter 12
Silas
For a second, I think she’s gone.
I’m halfway up the four steps to the front porch, and the house is dark, and quiet. And yeah, for one second, I think she’s gone. I think maybe she’s run, and that I’ve been fooling myself into thinking she ever wanted to be here in the first place. I know the way I took her was… Well, yeah, I took her. She never signed up for this. I took her, I tied her to a damn chair, and I made her stay.
I snarl to myself, my hand tight on the railing.
Maybe the people who call me a devil are right. Maybe I am fucked in the head — from war or from just being more touched than I think I am. And maybe Winona’s seen that. See’s seen the devil, and she’s decided to run.
…And fuck if I can even blame her.
I growl, furious at myself as I storm up to the porch and slam the door to the cabin open. But then, that’s when I hear it. Well, first I see it — the sundress she’s been wearing, draped over the back of my couch. The sound I hear right after is that of water, from the half-closed door to the bathroom.
She’s taking a shower.
I close my eyes, shaking my head and breathing slowly.
She didn’t run, you fucking psycho, she’s taking a damn shower.