Freeing Tuesday (27 page)

“We shouldn’t be talking about this shit out here. So, you’re going to get in the car and I’m going to follow you back to wherever you are staying and we will talk there.”

She nods slightly, still looking shocked that I found her. Pulling away from me, she reaches for the handle on her door but I stop her. She looks at me like she expects me to start yelling but I push her against the car again and attack her mouth.

I pin her hand between us and wrap my other hand around her neck, tipping her head so I have better access. Her teeth clash with my lip ring and she tugs it, making me groan and for the first time since she left I feel my cock stir.

Tuesday pants hard when we pull apart and she tells me to follow her. The look in her eyes tells me that she is still just as affected as I am.

I pull my car in behind hers when we reach a small cabin in the middle of the woods. She slides out of the car and begins fidgeting with her coat. I walk up and grab her hand, leading her to the door. As soon as the door closes behind us, she shoves me against the wall, her hands sliding my coat off and tugging the bottom of my shirt up.

I shiver when her ice cold fingers hit my abs and she leans up on her toes to get closer to my mouth.

“We’re supposed to be talking,” I say between kissing her and trying to reign myself in. I’ve ached for this for the past few months and now I’m trying to put a stop to it so we can get the talking portion out of the way.

“No talking,” she pants, “I need you now. We’ll talk later.”

I crack when I hear the huskiness of her voice. Grabbing her ass, I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I slam her back against the wall pinning her there with my hips.

She shimmies out of her jacket and hat and drops them onto the floor. I peel her shirt over her head and toss it into the pile as she does the same with mine. My breath hitches as I watch inch after inch of her skin come into my view.

I rip open the button on her jeans and drag the zipper down before plunging my hand into her pants, seeking out what I’ve been missing.

“Jesus!” she screams and arches her back.

It dawns on me when my fingers touch on her clit that we were just outside and my hands are probably freezing. I attempt to pull them out but she whimpers when I start to pull back.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs, “please don’t ever stop.”

I circle around her clit with my thumb and slide two fingers inside of her. Keeping eye contact with her until hers flutter closed. I roam over her body while my fingers slide in and out of her. The scar on her arm catches my attention and I drop my mouth to it, kissing from it to her mouth where I swallow her cries as she comes around my fingers.

My dick is rock hard by the time she comes down enough to tell me where the bedroom is. I follow her direction and lay her out across the bed. She doesn’t stay there though; she slides off the edge and lands on her knees in front of me.

I wait for her reaction as she stares at me from under her lashes while she works my belt and pants off. I step out of them without breaking eye contact but when her hand wraps around my cock, her eyes widen and she drops her gaze.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out.

Her fingers graze over the barbells before her eyes roam up and catch on the new tattoo I had Sean do. She instantly stops her movements and it causes me to groan. She draws her finger around the outline of the old style revolver tattooed on my hip. Tracing over the key hole in the handle and words as she says them to herself, her tears glisten in her eyes and I reach down to wipe them away.

“Show me your darkness, I’ll be your light,” she whispers. “Why’d you do this, Evan?”

I reach down, trying to pull her up to me, but she brushes me away. She sits back on her heels and stares up at me as I stroke my finger over her cheek.

“I needed something, anything, to take the pain away from what I was feeling when you were gone. But the pain of having a needle shoved through my dick six times didn’t even touch what I was feeling.” I stop and take a shaky breath. “You being gone
broke
me. I could barely function. Sean thought I was becoming a masochist with all the shit I was making him do.”

She frowns, running her fingers over the piercings lightly. The sensations cause my whole body to shiver.

“Do they hurt?”

“Everything hurts when you aren’t around.”

She tilts her head to the side as she looks at them. “Do they hurt when you’re having sex?”

Her voice is barely a whisper but the question hits me like a ton of bricks.

“I tell you I love you as much as I can. I leave you I don’t know how many messages
begging
you to come home. I chase you across the damn country and you
still
don’t get it.”

She sighs and turns her head away, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“Tuesday, I’ve been in love with you since you pushed your way into my apartment. I may have fucked my way through an army of women before we got together, to try and keep myself from wanting you, but since you let me in I haven’t even glanced at another woman. So, to answer your question, I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to try them out but I would really like to.”

Her eyes swing back to mine and she sucks in a deep breath. “What?” she mutters.

I lean over her, pushing back until her back presses against the bed. Grabbing her chin, I hold firmly and kiss her hard, claiming her with my mouth.

“I’ve always been yours, Tuesday. I’ve never done anything since we’ve been together to make it seem otherwise. Still, I feel like every time I turn around, you’re running away or are pushing me away.”

I feel like a fool standing bare ass naked, pouring my heart out to her. My balls ache for the release they haven’t seen in months as she covers her mouth.

“I never meant to make you feel like that. Evan, you’re the only person that makes me feel this way. I ran to protect you. Not because I didn’t love you. I left my heart in that bed when I walked away and I’ve lived the past few months with a gaping hole in my chest.”

I wrap her hair around my hand and tug back on it. Her head drops back with a moan and I take the opportunity to attack her mouth again.

“You. Are. Mine,” I growl against her lips.

She nods as much as she can with my hand still holding her hair.

“Always. I’m done fighting it and running because you always chase me down anyway. I’m always going to be yours.”

She pushes me back up so I’m standing and takes my cock in her hand, stroking slowly before sliding her tongue over the studs on the bottom. Dropping my head back, I groan, my fingers fisting back into her hair. Tuesday engulfs me with her mouth and groans when I hit the back of her throat. The vibrations cause me to jerk forward and I know that if I’m not inside her soon, I’m not going to last.

I pull out of her mouth after a minute and drag her to her feet. The wicked glint in her eye catches my attention and she licks her lips. Spinning us, she pushes me onto the bed and begins to slide out of her jeans. I lean up on my elbows and watch every move she makes.

“God damn it. So fuckin’ sexy,” I groan as she climbs up my body and pushes me back.

Her hair falls over her shoulder, dragging across my chest as she straddles me. Taking me in her hand, she guides me into her pussy, her breath hitching every time a stud slides into her. When she finally stops sliding down, I grab her hips and hold her still until I regain my composure. Her walls clamp around me as she begins to move.

Tuesday’s nails dig into my chest as she moves. The noises she’s making drive me on and even though I tried telling myself that she should be on top this time, I can’t do it. I grab her thighs and flip us as fast as I can, coming down on her, I push as far into her as I can get.

“Ahh!” she screams out as her hands fist in the blanket.

Her back arches more with each thrust and I angle my hips so my piercings run across her clit with every movement. I grab her hands and pin them above her head, thinking of what it would be like to tie her hands to the bed but I know she’s not ready for that. I slow my hips and she cries, begging me not to stop as her hips buck against mine.

“If I don’t slow down, I’m not going to last,” my words rumble off her lips.

She whimpers and pushes her hips into me, “Please! I don’t care if you last. I’m so close.”

The plea in her voice gets to me and as much as I want to make this last, I want to make her feel good more. I pull her legs over my shoulders and kiss her, groaning as she squeezes around me.

I pull back and pound into her as hard and as fast as I can. Her back arches as she screams out my name, her head thrashing from side to side. I thrust a few more times until she squeezes so tight around me that I still and empty everything I have inside her.

Her hips buck when each bar slides out of her but the smile on her face lets me know that she is ok. I roll us to the side and pull her into me, waiting for the freak out but it doesn’t come. No arguments about anything. She doesn’t even fight me when I whisper in her ear that we have a flight out tomorrow night. She just sighs and pulls me closer before nodding off for a bit.

Tuesday

The gun he placed in my hand is too big but he doesn’t care. He tells me to shoot it anyway. So, I try to line up my shot like he’s been trying to teach me but I guess I’m still doing something wrong because he growls behind me.

“Don’t be an idiot, Mallory. Straighten your arms and quit shaking or you’re going to miss him.”

“I don’t want to do this. Plus it’s too big, dad. If it kicks back and smacks me in the face I’m going to be pissed!”

He glares at me, daring me to say another word. When I don’t, he speaks again.

“This wouldn’t be a problem if you were a boy, but since you aren’t, we’ll just have to deal with it.”

His comment has me has me raging inside but I keep it hidden from the man that is supposed to love me no matter what. In thirteen years, I’ve learned that pissing him off is never the best way to go.

Straightening my arms like he told me to, I raise them and aim at the man on his knees in front of me. The tears roll out of his eyes, staining his cheeks as he begs and pleads for us not to do this.

I close my eyes, my finger running over the trigger. I pull back, forcing myself to become a monster like he wants. The shot rings out around me but when I open my eyes back up everything is different.

My father kneels on ground; his arms are tied harshly behind his back as he begs just like every other person I’ve seen in this position does. I struggle against the hands pinning my arms but get nowhere.

I search for a way to get myself out of this but the second my father’s words penetrate my ears I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this.

“Take her. Take Mallory! She’ll bring you in more money than I even owe you.”

The man standing in front of my father swings his head in my direction, assessing me. His eyes scrape over every inch of my body. My stomach turns and I feel like throwing up just from him looking at me. From his messy black hair to the glint in his eye and the way he holds the gun against my father’s temple, all of it makes me sick.

Narrowing his eyes at me, he directs another question toward my father. “How could a little thing like that bring me more money than you owe me?”

“She’s a virgin.”

The words cause this sick man’s eyes to glisten and he drops his gun, holstering it and he walks toward me. I flinch back when he goes to touch me and I hear the crack of his hand hitting my face half a second before I feel it.

“Don’t ever flinch away from me again. If I want to touch you, I will touch you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumble.

I close my eyes again, trying to escape him and when I open them again, my bare feet are kicking against the vent on the outside of the building. The metal slices the skin on the bottom of my foot but it comes undone and clatters to the ground.

It’s a ten foot jump to the ground below me. I’ve done this shit before so I don’t know why I hesitate.  I take a deep breath and push myself forward, bending my knees and roll as soon as my feet touch the ground.

The grass is cool against my skin as I lay there for a minute, waiting to hear if anyone has noticed me being gone yet. When I figure I’m alright I round the corner and grab the bag I snuck out earlier and throw my shoes on.

I pull my hood over my head and search for the closest unlocked car and slide in. My fingers curl around the wheel; they shake so bad I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do this. When the light catches off something hanging on the mirror, I reach up and trace my fingers over the metal clover dangling and realize that this time, I’m going to make it out of this hell one way or another.

My body flinches awake when I feel arms squeeze around my waist and warm breath fans across my cheek.