Bare Back (9 page)

Epilogue-

Kelli

A knock at the door drags me from my couch. Sighing, I trudge
to the door. I’ve just spent all morning trying to keep my dad from sexually harassing the nurses too much. The doctor said that he should be able to go home tomorrow, which is great news. He’s been there a week already. Looking through the peephole I see a carrier. Opening the door, he looks me over. My bruised face had turned from black and blue to that sickly yellow color.
“Kelli Smith?” he asks. I just nod. He shoves his clipboard at me to sign then tosses me a heavy shoe box. Closing the door, I stare down at the package in my hands. It’s taped shut, so I head to the kitchen, opening a drawer for some scissors. Inside, it’s filled to the brim with envelopes. On top is a note.

Hey Sugar,

Found these when I cleaned out Cam’s place. I told you I wrote you. Apparently he stole both our letters, read them and kept them. Since he’ll be in jail for a long time, I doubt he’ll care that I took them back.
You have the option to press charges for attempted rape, but my commander told me that you declined. I wish you would do something, he deserves to pay for his crimes. No matter what though, he’s not family to me anymore. My parents and I had a discussion and though they won’t abandon their son, they understand where I’m coming from. I do believe that you’ve helped change their minds about you. It only took them ten years. So you may need to stop out at the ranch soon for dinner. Your mother keeps asking about you as well.

I’ve read through all
of these letters and thought maybe you’d be interested in doing the same. It may fill in some of the blanks for you like it did me. We’ll always be together Sugar. It’s about time you remember that. Call me when you’re done.

M

I groan to myself, I can’t help but smile. He was telling the truth, he really did write. I was hoping he would just sort of disappear. I called the hospital to check on him. They told me his shoulders were popped back into place, the stab wound wasn’t that bad and that he had a lot of superficial injuries, but
he would live. I never went to see him. I told myself I don’t need him in my life. But in reality, I’ve just sat around sulking, missing him more than I did when I left all those years ago. Taking the box to my living room, I settle down and begin reading his letters.

Surfacing from my reading, I hear my cell phone ringing. Unable to get to it in time, I see a number I don’t recognize. Six missed calls from it. As it begins to ring again, I answer.
“Hello?” I ask suspiciously.

“Hey Sugar, how’s the reading going?” His deep voice causes my insides to flip flop. A giddy smile most likely covers my face.
“Eh, fine I guess, this book is pretty boring though,” I joke. He chuckles.
“So, can we talk?”
“I guess so, want to meet for coffee tomorrow?”
“No, I want to see you now,” he says just as there’s a knock on my door.
“Hang on, someone’s here,” I say to him, walking over. For some reason I don’t even bother with the peephole. Deep down, I must have known it was him. Upon opening the door, there’s Mitch, leaning against the frame, his cocky smile, sparkling blue eyes. His red plaid shirt makes him look more like a farmer than an office. It fits his bulky frame tightly, those wonderful tats showing down his arm. The top few buttons are undone and I can see his tan skin beneath. It’s smooth and soft. He flashes me his ‘Panty dropping’ smile again and I melt. His face is still all bruised like mine, but I don’t care. It’s the most attractive thing I’ve seen in a long time. Letting my cell phone fall to the floor, I wrap my arms around him. He lifts me from my feet and walks in, closing the door behind him. Wrapping my legs around his waist I cling to him, nuzzling my face into his neck. He smells amazing.

“I had to get out of my parents’ house. They were driving me insane. Oh, and your best friend Penny says hello.” He smirks at me. Punching him in the arm, I give him the stink eye.
“So you’re still seeing Penny huh? Did she come offer herself up as your nurse?” He laughs out loud and the sound rumbles through my body, my pussy clenches.
“Apparently the big rich business guy she married after high school was fooling around on her so she got a divorce. Came back to Concan with half his money and the desperate urge to remarry. Her sights are set on me. You know I always wanted a sugar momma,” he says thoughtfully, tapping his broad chin with a finger. “So, you better get me off the market before she gets her claws into me.” He smiles again, winking at me this time. I punch him again and he winces in pain. Damn I forgot about his injuries.

“Are you, are you ok?” I ask, lightly touching his arms. He just smiles.
“I don’t want her anyways, she can’t beat me up like you can. I’m sort of a sadist. I enjoy you roughing me up,” he jokes. Sliding his hand into his pockets, he pulls out a slip of paper.

“What’s this?” I ask, eyeing him curiously.
“Open it and find out,” he says, his beautiful eyes sparkling.

“Oh wow, how did you get this? I’m still going to get paid for the bounty on Billy Joe? I don’t understand. Where was the body?”
“We found it when they cleaned out the cabin there. The Gessatti’s hadn’t gotten around to burying him yet. So I pulled a few strings and got the body turned over and your receipt for his return.” Pulling his face to me, I kiss him with a frenzy that drives my pussy into a frenzy. The feel of his tongue in my mouth soaks me through.

Dropping onto the couch, he moves his face up, looking into my eyes. His gaze of hunger immediately sets my body on fire. His hands slowly moving up my back. With the flick of a wrist, my bra unsnaps.
“Did you just undo my bra through my shirt?” I ask him, trying to suppress a giggle.
“Yes ma’am. It’s a nice little trick I learned back in the day,” he says, trying to look serious. Frowning at him, I pull back a little.
“How many women have you tried it on?”
“Sugar, there’s only one woman I’ve ever truly wanted and she’s sitting on my lap right now.” Grabbing my head, he pulls me down, capturing my mouth with his lips. His tongue forcing its way into my mouth, trying to devour me. His kiss makes my body tingle and beg for more.

Moaning, I rock my hips, rubbing myself against his already hard erection. My hands have a mind of their own, grabbing at his shoulders, feeling the hard planes of his chest. Grinding myself on him, I pull his shirt up, breaking from his mouth long enough to yank it over his head. My eyes go hazy just looking at the massive amounts of muscle he’s packed onto his body over the last few years. Tracing the tattoo on his chest with my finger, he shivers, goose bumps appearing on his skin. Smiling, I lean in, placing small kisses from his ear, down his neck, across the stubble growing on his chin. His hands find the neck of my tee and rip it from my body.
“Hey,” I yell at him. “That was one of my favorite shirts,” I pout.
“I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you anything you want, just as long as I get you,” he murmurs, burying his head between my breasts. He licks and nips at them. When his tongue finds my nipple, he suckles it, biting lightly. Soaking my panties, he drives me crazy. He bends his neck, trying to kiss his way down my stomach, but with me sitting on him, it’s impossible to get too far. Pushing at his shoulders, he winces a little.
 

“I’m sorry, are they still sore?” He nods, shrugging it off. Standing from his lap, I unbutton my jeans. Slowly lowering them to the ground, he grins at the fact that I was commando. No panties, nothing. He stares at my body, his cock fighting to be released from his pants, straining against the material.
“You amazing Kel. Amazing.” He reaches out towards me and I slap his hand. Placing my hands on the couch next to him, I lower to my knees. I force myself to slow down, but I’m anxious to get those jeans off his body. Button by button, I undo the shirt, torturing him almost as much as myself. Shoving the material aside, I run my fingers up the washboard of his stomach, tracing the lines of his ink covered side. Smiling, I look into his eyes.
“At least you didn’t mess up this art when you got shot.” He laughs, eyes twinkling with mischief. He lifts his hips so I can slide them down. His cock springs up in my face. Long, thick and begging to be inside of me. I lick the head, twirling my tongue around it, looking up straight into his eyes. He sucks in a quick breath as I plunge his cock fully into my mouth. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroke while my mouth sucks at him, licking him like a popsicle. He throws his head back, moaning with each movement. Moving a little faster, I can’t keep my pace. I’m impatient. I want to feel him, inside of me, buried deep where he belongs but he tastes so good. Removing my lips, I lick at the precum dripping from his dick.

His strong hands close around my arms, pushing me away from my tasty treat. He pulls me to my feet, dragging me back into his lap. His fingers find my clit and deftly maneuver around, my body shaking with his touch. Pulling his cock towards me, I rub my soaking wet pussy along it, relishing how it feels. Pushing up a little, I angle it towards me then lower myself quickly impaling him into me. Sitting still, I enjoy the sensation. The full feeling of being complete. Slowly, I rock back and forth, his hands moving to my hips. I glide along his slick cock with a slowness that will kill both of us. He tugs at my hips and I begin to move faster. Sweat drips down my back and he glides a finger along my spine. I quiver, moving my hips faster as my climax builds in the pit of my stomach. Tensing my muscles, I go faster, unable to hold myself back anymore. Like a wild animal, I buck against his body, searching, begging for my release. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, panting, crying out. His hand pulls me forward.

“Look at me Kel, show me what I do to you,” he moans. Staring him in the eyes, I slide my pussy against his dick, holding him inside me as I come all over him. Finding his release at the same time, he thrusts his hips up slightly, sending another shock wave of pleasure through my whole body. I shake like being hit with an electrical current. Sighing with pleasure, he turns, lowering me to the couch, curled up against him. His dick still inside of me, he wraps a leg around mine.
“I could live here, just like this, inside of you forever,” he whispers. I just moan, unable to form any words. My eye lids droop, I’m so exhausted from everything. As I begin to drift off, I hear him in my ear.
“We’ll always be together Sugar.”
“I love you,” I say, hoping he heard me. The last thing I feel is his hand stroking my hair and his lips on my forehead.

The End

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Part One: Graduation

Chapter 1

I have re-read this note hundreds of times since yesterday. When my parents and I sat down to dinner to celebrate my graduating school, they gave me a guitar, and a letter. I already owned a guitar, but this one looked old, much older than the six string acoustic I learned to play on. The fact that they weren’t my real parents hasn’t quite sunk in yet. A knock on my door pulls me from my stare at the yellowed paper in my hands.

“Will you be on time for church son, you ready for your solo?” Jane asks, hesitating at the door. I feel as if she’s a stranger now. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to still call her my mom or not. Her hair has always been blonde and short, trimmed right above her shoulders, her eyes a dull brown, had always sparkled with happiness. I never thought twice about the fact that I didn’t look like either of them. Right now, I can tell she’s sad, but I am too and don’t have time to worry about it. I need to get to work.
 

“Trinity has called for you a few times, she said you aren’t answering your cell phone. She’ll be there, maybe the two of you can go down to the lake after service. You probably need someone to talk to.” Her weak smile not reaching her hazel eyes, and I can tell she’s hurt by my reaction. But how would you feel, finding out your whole life had been a lie? It’s not my intentions to hurt her. I don’t know why I can’t just hug her and pretend
it’s all okay. It just isn’t. On top of this, they keep trying to push me towards being with Trinity. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the unanswered questions either.
“Who was she?” I ask Jane as she turns to head out the door. Stopping, but not turning around, just whispers to me.
“We don’t know. We don’t even know how she knew us. We have your birth certificate, but her name didn’t ring any bells. We tried to find her, but no one was able to locate her. You were left on our porch and we have loved you ever since.” Something in her voice tells me she’s lying. Shutting my door behind her, she leaves me there, alone, feeling like the biggest bag of dirt ever.

Trinity and I have been forced to be friends, if you would call it that, since I can remember. I know she wants more, I just don’t see her like that. Our parents are friends, we were just always pushed to spend time together when they did things. For some reason, I’ve always been more happy alone than with crowds. Trinity is just weird, clingy, and pushy and has this goody two shoes act which is totally fake. In school, she’s a completely different person. She’s only about five two, and wears these funny looking loafers all the time. Unlike most girls our age, she dresses very modestly but tries to act sexy. It’s not working for her. Her parents are severely religious and believe in dressing in baggy shirts and not showing off anything. Even when she wears a dress or skirt, it goes to her ankles. She’s constantly trying to touch me hug me, sometimes kiss me. She doesn’t get the hint that I’m not into her like that and we will never be more than friends. Music is my life. Picking up my mother’s guitar, I follow Jane downstairs, ready to get to work and then church.

My parents have never asked me for much from me, and I’ve always been a good kid. Never in trouble, never bad, so I’m allowed the freedom to do things I want. The rule was I always had to attend church with them and keep my grades up. Our church near downtown Buffalo is old and beautiful, having been built in 1843. When deciding what I want to do with my life, I figured if I couldn’t make it in music, I would do architecture or work on a ranch, since I love being around horses. Horses are so much better than people. They don’t expect anything from you and they appreciate any attention you lavish on them. I have to wonder what church is going to be like. Does anyone else know? Every look, every stare, will hold new meaning to me now. Who else helped keep this secret from me? Are they looking at me trying to figure out why Jane and Donald chose to keep me and not another kid? I would rather be home writing my own songs than sitting in a church full of people I no longer wish to see.

For growing up in Western New York, everyone always thinks it’s funny that I’m so into country music.  The real stories told in a country song are always so much more relatable to me than any other music I could have ever listened to. Most people don’t realize that just outside of Buffalo there are sprawling country sides, fields, farms, and the type of area I want to live in. I don’t want to be stuck in a city the rest of my life. When I turned sixteen, I got a job on a farm out in Pendleton, cleaning out horse stalls, working in the field, whatever they would let me do to earn some money. The Johnsons have been like an Aunt and Uncle to me all my life. Frank and Melinda Johnson were great to me, and treated me like I was one of them. Which sort of makes it hard that their daughter Melody and I have secretly been dating behind their backs. She’s a year older than me, but never went off to college. She’s still trying to figure out what to do with herself. I wonder if they knew about my parents. Within four months of working for them, I had enough to buy my own truck, instead of borrowing my father’s car. It was a Dodge Ram, fully loaded, about six years old, but I got a fantastic deal on it. Donald never had a problem letting me use his truck, but I always felt like I was being a burden. I remember how much he had told me they were proud of me. It’s something I’ll try to hold on to in the years to come.

Melody Johnson is about four inches shorter then my six two height. She’s tall, thin, and tan with long brown wavy hair. The way it looks, spread out around behind her, laying in the hay makes my dick hard for hours. She’s a country girl through and through. Jeans and tee shirts, dirty hands, and she loves being around the horses and outside as much as I do. We hit it off as friends when I started there, but the last six months, we’ve been going behind everyone’s back to see each other. She was afraid her father would fire me if he found out. So instead, when he went in for lunch, we would feed the horses. Which was really just an excuse to get up in the hay loft and screw. Even now as I drive over there, I ache to feel her hot silky legs wrapped around my hips in attempt to help me forget what’s going on. Her bright brown eyes looking at me as she cums all over me. The feel of trembling as I push her over the edge. We lost our virginity together, and seem to have learned quickly what to do. There aren’t many nineteen year old virgins around here. But she says I’ve been what she was waiting for. She always wants to try something new, and I love every bit of it. Especially when she gets on her knees in front of me and shoves my cock in her mouth. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes and it does me in every time.

Pulling up by the barn, I put the truck in park as Melody comes out to greet me. Her short denim shorts and white tank top show off her long tan legs, and I’m grateful for the summer heat. Jumping out, she runs over to me, looking around to make sure no one sees us. She quickly gives me kiss, her soft lips taste like strawberry. Taking her hand, I pull her to the barn. Once inside, I wrap my arms around her, holding her body against me.
“Everything okay Jacob? You don’t seem your usual happy self today.”

“No it’s not, we need to talk.” She follows me to the equipment stall, and as I pull out the wheelbarrow and pitchfork, I tell her all that happened. Trying to busy myself with work as I tell her, I don’t want her to see the hurt that I know is broadcasting on my face.

“Wow, so I gave you the better graduation gift huh?” She giggles and it makes me feel a little better. I knew I could count on her. Her gift to me was her going panty less yesterday. Which she proudly showed me on our lunch in the hay loft.

“Hey, why don’t you skip church today? Stay here with me? Mom and Dad are heading out to the flea market, and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“I wish babe, but it’s not going to happen. I promised the Pastor I would sing. No matter how upset I am with my parents, I can’t let him down like that. Besides, I have a new song to play.” I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I wish I could just curl up with her all day. When I’m with her, my world feels right. Everything makes sense and no matter what, she makes me smile.

“Okay, well, let’s go up to the loft, and then you can come back after church.”

“Sounds good. Last time they went to the flea market, they didn’t come home until after dinner, so I’m sure you and I will have plenty of time this afternoon.” Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I fondle her breast as we walk to the ladder. She giggles again and I feel my dick twitch inside my pants. Climbing up the steps behind her, that round plump ass in my face makes it worse. I’m so hard right now that I’m about to split my jeans wide open. She lays down on her back, and I straddle her, my hard on pressed between us. Her small manicured hand reaches up to undo my zipper, my dick springing up in her face. She smiles and I feel an ache in my heart. I love her, I really do and she knows that, but for some reason, I feel like this will end soon. Especially now, with what I just found out, what if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if I find out my mom was some crack whore? Will she hold that against me?

For a minute, I sit there, just memorizing her pretty round face. Her small button nose, perfectly straight white teeth, plump, kissable lips and tiny chin. She could be a model, she’s perfect. But every time I tell her that, she says that models are a size two and she’s plus size compared to them. Whatever that means. Melody is smoking hot. Her hair fans out under her head, and she looks like a dark angel. Her tiny waist fits perfectly in my arms. She leans up, tugging my shirt over my head, running her fingers over my chest and abs. I stay pretty fit, working on the farm, playing sports, and I go to the gym a few nights a week. It’s one of the things she says she loves most about me. The lines of my muscles, and the feel of my rock hard body against her. Her fingers wrap around my cock and begin a slow stroke. Closing my eyes, I savor the feel as she moves around my body. She knows every inch of me and knows what to do to turn me on. Unable to take it anymore, I know I’m going to cum, and I need to make this matter for both of us. Standing, I quickly get my pants off as she wiggles out of her shorts. Her smooth skin is just begging to be touched. Getting back on my knees, I slide my hands under her ass, squeezing the perfectly round cheeks beneath her. Lowering my head, I lick her clit as she squeals. She tastes like honey and smells like apples, it’s intoxicating. Between the intoxicating smell of her pussy, the feel of the rough hay beneath us, and the smell of the horses, this is heaven for me. Licking up and down her slit, nibbling on the hard nub of her clit, she squirms and moans as her orgasm builds.

With her hips bucking, I firmly press my hands on them, holding her down, licking as she groans and I love each and every noise she makes. As she finally comes, I release her hips, lapping up the juices dripping from her. Moving up her body, without wasting any time, I plunge deep inside of her. Her pussy muscles clench around my dick, gripping me inside as the effects of her orgasm still flow throughout her body. Slowly gliding in and out her slickness, I relish the feel of the hot wetness clamping down on me. Shoving her shirt up, I ungracefully free her breasts. Somehow, even those are tan, and quickly suck her caramel colored nipple into my mouth. Moving my tongue in circles around the hard bud, I lightly bite down, and feel her fingers dig into my back. My stomach clenches and the feelings that overwhelm my body are euphoric. We’re meant to be together. She feels right. As she cums for a second time, I can’t hold it anymore, her pussy tightening down on me so hard just milks my cock, begging for more. It drives me over the edge and I spill myself into her. Panting, I pull out and roll to my side, wrapping her in my arms, holding her against my body.

“I love you Jacob,” she whispers.

“Melody? Jacob? Where are you two? I saw you pull in Jacob, wanted to say hi before we left. Melody? Your mother and I are leaving.”

“Hang on dad, we’re getting ready to drop the hay down for the horses,” she yells back, quickly scrambling for her shorts. I try to slip into my jeans, and manage to get one leg in before falling over onto my ass. She starts towards the ladder to see where he is, hay sticking out of her hair and clothes. I can’t help but smile, because it’s such a funny yet sensual sight. Her freshly fucked blush creeping over her neck and cheeks gives her a healthy glow, and I feel myself getting hard again.
“What the hell are you two doing?” I hear Frank yelling from the ladder. Standing to try and do my pants up, with my back to him, I feel the heated glare on me. If looks could kill, I probably would have been dead thirty seconds ago. Finally turning around, I hang my head, ashamed at what we were caught doing.

“Get your asses down here now.” His voice is low and lacks the usual humor he speaks with. I know I’ve fucked up. I should have told her no and that it could wait until they were gone. Damn it. This isn’t going to be good.