Payback: A Vigilante Justice Novel Page 12

  Licking her pussy at the counter was fine—amazing, really, and definitely one of my favorite things to do—but I wanted her riding my cock. I wanted to bury myself inside of her cunt, and for that, she deserved a bed.

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  Shye

  Limp. My body went completely limp under Alder’s control. His big, rough hands squeezing my thighs as he lifted me, his mouth capturing mine in a soul-stealing kiss, his attention bringing me to the brink then shoving me right over the edge. Everything about the man was too big, too much, yet not enough. I wanted more, and I had a feeling he was about to deliver.

  When he carried me into his bedroom, Alder didn’t even pause. He tossed me on his bed and quickly followed me down. Covering me. Surrounding me completely. The soft, golden glow of his bedside lamp lit up his face, but his eyes burned with something else. Something like care and concern and need and relief. Something I couldn’t remember ever seeing from anyone. Just him.

  I’d never felt so safe and warm. So cherished. So fucking wanted.

  “You and me.” He nuzzled my neck sweetly, his scruff scratching in a way that made my back arch. “We’re going to tear this bed up. Turn the goddamned thing to dust together.”

  I could certainly hope. “Not with all your clothes in the way.”

  His deep chuckle made his chest vibrate, and the way his smile spread all slow and hot as he pulled back had me shivering. So much promise in that look. So much challenge too. One I answered.

  I moved first, tugging at his shirt as I held his stare. He let me struggle for a second before placing a big, wet kiss on my lips then bounding to his feet. He kept that hungry gaze holding mine as he stripped out of his clothes. Every inch of his hard, muscled form he revealed on his schedule. Every bit of flesh and skin uncovered by his hands. I’d seen his strength but not the full source of it. Not even the previous night when I’d watched him in the shower. Not until he stood next to the bed…naked. So many dips and ridges to focus on, so much power in the makeup of his body. Each muscle defined and obviously taken care of.

  I wanted to lick every inch.

  And of course, I couldn’t help but look down, my eyes focusing in on his heavy cock.

  Heavy was an understatement.

  I’d always noticed how much bigger Alder was than other, more average men—broader, taller and more muscular—but even his cock lived up to that. Without his hand in the way, I got the full image, and it was impressive, to say the least. Long and so very thick, there was no grace to it. There was only a blunt tip and broad crown that looked as if it could pound its way right through my body.

  I couldn’t wait to get that inside me, no matter how scared I might also have been.

  “That look on your face is such a turn-on, honey.” Alder wrapped his fist around his cock, stroking in long, slow pulls. “You look hungry for me. Is that right? Do you need my cock inside you? This will fill you up just right, won’t it, Shye?”

  Letting go of my fear, I spread my bare legs wider, the chilly air hitting my pussy enticing for sure. “I wouldn’t know, but I’m looking forward to finding out.”

  He froze, his eyes practically gleaming even as his brow came down in question. “Wouldn’t know… Are you saying you’ve never—”

  I shook my head before he finished asking, suddenly worried that my inexperience would be a deal-breaker. “Not once. I’ve played with toys, but men… Well, my dad was real strict.” I brought my knees together as he stood and stared, wishing I could cover myself once more. Wishing he’d do something. “Is that…okay?”

  My quiet question seemed to knock him out of his stupor. He was on me before I could take a breath, his heavy body pinning me down. His hips spreading my legs wider.

  “Jesus fuck. Is it okay? It’s…” He groaned, rolling his hips against mine, his cock spreading my lips and hitting me in just the right spots as he squeezed me tight. “I shouldn’t like that fact as much as I do. First and last, honey. That’s what I’ll be for you. Your first and last. I’ll claim this sweet pussy as mine if you’ll let me.” He kissed me softly, his tongue sliding between my lips. The kiss deepened slowly, his body pressing me farther into the mattress as he stopped holding back. So big, so strong. And so very sexy when he pulled away and said, “Tell me this is mine, honey. I’ll make sure what we do is so good for you. Give me your pussy, and I’ll show you.”

  I nodded, unable to speak as he worked his cock against my pussy. As he pressed and slid and teased. That nod must have been enough, though. His mouth met mine again, and all the sweetness of before vanished. Brutal was the way I would have described his kiss. Overwhelming and passionate worked, too. He dominated my every move, holding me in place as he owned my mouth. As he stoked the fire burning within me that he’d sparked to life.

  Alder slid his rough hands up my legs, gripping hard, dragging loud moans from me as they worked over my flesh. So needy, that touch. Covetous.

  When he reached my waist, he held on and rolled us over, settling me to straddle his hips. I held myself up with my hands on his chest, my eyes finding his. My thighs spread wide around him. My breath caught at the weight of his stare, the need there. The desire. His big cock pushed against where I was so wet for him, and I knew this was it. That we were about to come together in the most intimate way. But I felt…exposed.

  Something that slowed me down. “I don’t think I can do this like…this. Up here.”

  Alder simply held me still, staring at me with a look on his face that made me feel beautiful and wanted. And with his hands holding on to my thighs so tightly, they may as well have been steel bands.

  “I’m not a small man, honey.” He rolled his hips, making his point as his cock pressed against me from my ass all the way past my clit. “You can control how deep and how fast I move by being on top. If I get you underneath me right now, there’ll be no slow or shallow. I’ll go balls deep from the start because I’m so wound up. I’ve waited too damn long to get you in my bed to be gentle, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I believed him. Nothing about Alder Kennard was gentle—not his body, his touch, or his attitude. But I loved that about him. Loved how secure he made me feel. Like with rolling me on top of him, giving me the control to take him inside or not. To set the pace and the depth, the speed. Alder liked to control everything, so I knew how much it meant for him to give me this gift. And I wanted to repay him.

  “Okay.” I shifted against him, loving the way his eyes darkened and his fingers dug into my flesh as I dragged my wet flesh over his cock. “Just this time.”

  “I like the implication of more of this, honey.” Alder jackknifed up, moving to lift my shirt as I gasped and clung to the fabric. Knowing what he’d find if he took it off. Afraid it would ruin this moment.

  “Please.” My voice wobbled, and he froze. “I want to keep it on.”

  His eyes held mine, so serious and sure. Completely in the moment with me. “Whatever you need, I’ll give you, Shye. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

  And there it was—that sweetness I loved so much about him. That kindness he kept hidden. I sighed as he let go of my shirt, so ready for him. For more. For this. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me. If it’s between sucking on your titties and having you bounce on my cock, my cock will win every time. But someday, I’m going to get my mouth on these.” He grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard but not painfully so. Rubbing his thumbs over my nipples before dropping his hands to my waist. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Alder kissed me sweetly before lying back down, that cocky smile pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Now ride me, honey.”

  Hands on his chest, I did as I was told. Rocking, rolling, dragging my hips over his. Groaning every time that thick head bumped into my clit. Alder kept his hands on my waist, kept his steely blue gaze locked on me. Burning me with a look of pure want. So hot, still so in control even as he let me move how I needed to. As I wanted. Allowing me to use his body to find my own pleasu
re. But eventually, all my rubbing must have gotten to him, because he grabbed my hips and held me down, arching into me and groaning loudly.

  “Shit, honey. I’m going to come all over that hot pussy if you keep that up, and I’d rather come inside you. Let me get a condom.”

  The idea of something in between us physically hurt. “I’m on birth control, if you want to…”

  How did you say it? I’d heard men talk about fucking without a condom, but I wasn’t comfortable with the language they’d used. Go bare? Raw? My face heated at the thought of saying such things. Meanwhile, Alder stared, his hands holding me tight. Knowing what I meant without my having to utter the words.

  “You sure about that?”

  Yes, but… “I guess I should worry about, like, diseases—”

  “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

  I couldn’t help but ask, “How long?”

  He sat up again, the corded muscles of his stomach bunching as he did. Bringing his face right up against mine until all I could see and feel was him. “Over three years. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you in the truck stop, honey. Since the night I met you.”

  Oh… Worry and fear and nervousness disappeared. I kissed him that time. Hard and rough and strong, I locked my mouth onto his and pushed him to lie back, lifting my hips so he could wedge a hand between us. So he could rub the head of his cock over me one last time before slipping the tip inside. I had to break the kiss to breathe, had to moan at the delicious sting of him pressing his way inside. Had to focus on the feeling of him stretching me wide.

  There was nothing gentle about his invasion—even slow, his cock plowed inside, spreading me, making room and leaving me to deal with the tightness of the stretch. It was a good pain, though, because right behind it came a feeling of fullness I’d never experienced. Of completeness I’d never dreamed possible. I let my head fall forward to watch, needing to see where so much sensation came from.

  “Fuck, that’s so pretty. Can you see it, honey?” Alder used his thumbs to spread my lips, staring down to where his cock split me open. “Look at your little cunt trying to stretch around me. Might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  I wanted to agree with him, but at that moment, he pressed a finger to my clit, brushing back and forth in a way that made me see stars. My groan swallowed any words I might have said. I was going to come. He wasn’t even all the way inside me, but I was right there on the edge. And he knew it.

  “That’s it, Shye. I can feel you trembling all over my cock already. I want to see how wet you get when you come, how soft and juicy this pussy becomes. Give it to me.”

  He pressed on my clit, and I was done. Head back, body arched, I screamed my pleasure to the ceiling as every muscle locked down on him. Around him. All over him. Alder hissed something I couldn’t understand, grabbed my hips, and thrust up, seating himself inside me even as my pussy milked him. As I fell forward against his chest and tried to catch my breath while trembling all over.

  When I finally stilled, Alder ran his hands over my shirt, still thrusting his hips into me but slowing down. Still so thick and hard inside me. “You good so far?”

  Words were too hard, so I simply nodded. His chest vibrated with his quiet chuckle.

  “Can you take more, honey?”

  I looked into those stormy eyes of his and lost myself for a second. My god, the man was handsome. So rugged, so intense. Everything about him a warning, one I chose to ignore. One I’d run toward instead of away from.

  So I nodded again.

  He rolled us over, spreading my legs wide and opening me up around him. “I need to go deep, honey. You tell me if it hurts, though.” He leaned down to press a tiny kiss to my lips, groaning when I bit his bottom lip before pulling away. “Little tease. You make me me want to pound this pussy, but I won’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

  I believed him, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he thrust home. As he growled and clung to me and shoved into me so hard, I couldn’t stay still. Over and over in and out, he thrust and retreated. Hard and powerful. Fucking me the way I’d always dreamed he would.

  And when he came, when his body bowed and he groaned through his release, I gave myself over to that tension one last time. Shaking and gasping and biting down on his neck to keep from screaming his name again. Falling so hard into my orgasm, so suddenly, that I didn’t care when he rolled to his side and took me with him.

  Didn’t notice the way he surrounded me with his body. Didn’t pay attention when his hands slid from my hip along my spine and to the back of my neck. Under my shirt.

  Didn’t realize how stupid I was until his muscles went stiff against me as he bent his head to look over my shoulder.

  “Shye, honey, how’d you get these scars?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Shye

  Stupid. I was so damn stupid.

  “Shye?” Alder sat up, frowning. How was I supposed to answer him? With the truth? He’d hate me for making the choices I had. So I did the only thing I could think of—I grabbed the sheet and pulled it with me as I crawled off the bed, covering myself as best I could.

  Which, apparently, wasn’t very well. Why couldn’t we have been in the dark?

  “What the fuck is that?” Alder practically leapt up, tugging the sheet away and turning me so he could see my shame. The mark on my back, right over the swell of my hip. The one I’d earned the night my stepbrother taught me what it was to owe the Soul Suckers.

  “It’s nothing.”

  Not nothing, but I couldn’t force the words out. Couldn’t admit to all the wrong I’d done.

  “Honey, that’s not nothing. It looks an awful lot like the Soul Suckers logo or… Did they fucking brand you?”

  That symbol burned into my flesh was a sign of ownership. A reminder of the debt I owed. Worse than the scars, it marked me as property.

  Soul Suckers’ property. My stepbrother’s property

  See this, Shye? This is a symbol of ownership—you’re ours to do with as we please. And it’s forever, sis. No matter where you go, this marks you as Soul Suckers’ property.

  Not nothing. Everything. “I have to go.”

  Alder went rigid. “Go where?”

  Anywhere. “Home. I have to go home.”

  “Your trailer’s gone, honey.” Alder stepped in front of me, looking more concerned than I’d ever seen him. “This is your home now. With me.”

  You’ll stay here and watch for anything unusual. Do you hear me, Shye? You owe us money, and this is how you earn your keep. This is how you start to pay us back. This is your home now, and if you do your job, we might scrape that brand from your hip and call it even.

  “No.” I pushed past him and hurried out the door, a storm brewing inside of me. One I had no control over. Just like the rest of my life. But this? Staying with Alder or choosing not to? Choosing to protect myself? I could control this. I still had some say.

  “Shye,” Alder yelled, chasing after me.

  “I can’t stay here.” I rushed into the guest bedroom and slammed the door on him. I even locked it. Put a big slab of wood between us so he couldn’t see me fall apart. Couldn’t see my truth. I’d screwed up before, and that mistake had gotten my father killed and my body ruined. I’d screwed up a second time, relied on people I thought I could trust, and that one had gotten me put into what was essentially indentured servitude. I couldn’t screw up again. My mind and body couldn’t take any more. And if they came after Alder because of me, I’d never survive it.

  One breath, two, slow down for a second and think… Time to move.

  I tossed whatever I could in my bag and tugged on some clothes. Alder kept yelling through the door, trying to get me to open it, begging me to talk to him. Threatening to break it down if I didn’t let him in. He needn’t have bothered—as soon as I had my meager possessions packed up, I threw open the door.

  “I’m
leaving.”

  And then I ran past him.

  My heart broke a little more with every step, but there was no turning back. He’d seen the marks they’d left on me—he’d figure it out eventually, and when he did? He’d hate me or try to defend me. Either way, I’d be out of his life because if he defended me from the Soul Suckers, they’d come for him. They might even kill him. I couldn’t live with that.

  “Shye! Stop.” Alder clomped down the stairs behind me, but I didn’t stop for him. I had more riding on escaping than he did on keeping me there. So I ran outside and headed for my truck, not even looking back.

  But Alder was fast, and he grabbed me before I reached my destination, spinning me around and looming over me. “What the fuck is going on here, Shye? Why won’t you stop and talk to me?”

  I opened my mouth, having no idea of what I planned to say, but a floodlight out by the barn suddenly turned on, making the building and field around it glow. We both turned, blinking into the glare. It took me a solid ten seconds to figure out what I was seeing, what that light meant. How wrong it was for the field to be lit.

  Alder hissed a curse. “Shye, I need you to get back in the house.”

  “I can’t stay here.” But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that light—the one I’d never seen on before. The one that told me something was different…wrong. Oh hell, I’d already failed—they’d come for me, and there was no way Alder would let me deal with them. “We should both go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, and we’ll talk about why you’re suddenly gung ho to run away from me in a little bit. But that’s a motion light, which means something’s moving out there.”

  My blood ran cold, my heart racing. We were out of time. “Alder, you should know—”

  “Shye, there’s no time. I need you to get your ass inside the house.” He pushed me toward the porch before dropping into a crouch behind my truck. Oh god, he wasn’t even dressed yet. Baggy gray sweats hung from his hips, but otherwise, he wore nothing. Not even a pair of shoes.