Just Her Luck (45 page)

The new angle was perfect and my body raced towards its own finish.

"Harder... Oh, Sawyer! Harder. Please!"

"You keep hollerin' like that, honey, and we're bound to be found."

He grunted as my sex made contracted around and drenched him, so hot and wet for him I thought I might explode.

"Oh, ah!” I gasped, “Just shut up and fuck me!"

He slapped my ass hard, making me squeak.

"Shhh, Vieve," he taunted, "This is a family owned establishment. Don't want to go and get us banned for givin' folks a free show now, do ya?"

"I swear to god, Sawyer, now is not the time!" I snarled, "And don't you ever slap my ass again!"

"Yes, ma'am," he panted agreeably and slapped it again,

I growled and tried to pull away.

He gripped my hips and easily yanked me back, chuckling.

"Oh, no you don't. We aren't done yet."

"Then quit fucking around and fuck
me
!"

"Mmmm, honey," he whispered huskily, sitting up with me pinned to his chest, arm banded tightly around my ribs, my breasts spilling out of my dress, "looks like we've been found."

He nodded his head, motioning towards the side window of his truck, not pausing as he thrust up, pushing down on my hips to grind into me.

I was so close, right on the cusp of a massive orgasm when he threw out that little bit of info.

"What?!" I shrieked, cupping my breasts to hide them, bouncing around on his cock as he held me to him,
his prisoner,
not breaking his stride.

Thatcher had his hands cupped over the window and was trying to see inside.

"Oh, my god!" I yelped.

I was mortified, trying to push away from him, face flushing bright red.

"He can't see you, honey," he chuckled in my ear. "But I bet you wish he could..." He licked the shell of my ear and bit down then, an involuntary mewl escaping me.

"I hate you," I panted, reaching up into his hair to tangle my fingers in his long thick locks, tugging when he grunted and his cock twitched.

"You love me."

"You're just as bad as the rest of them," I hissed and moaned, thrusting back against him.

"Oh, no, honey," he chuckled and ran his hand over my pleasure button, rubbing it quickly, wrapping his arms around me tighter, then pinched my swollen clit, "I'm better."

I screamed, startling Thatcher, who was still trying to see into the window, calling out as I bucked on Sawyer wildly.

Tugging Sawyer forward by his hair as he crested over, I mashed his lips with mine, tongues tangling, breaths mingling.

His orgasm joined mine as we pulsed in tandem, my cunt voraciously pulling at him, waves rippling along my sex, his cock jerking and pumping, so thick and deep inside of me.

When the last twinges left me, leaving me an aching, replete mess, still stuffed to the brim with my sexy beast's lion penis, I slumped back against him, his arm banding around me the only thing holding me up.

"I can hear you fucking in there!" Thatcher grumbled, tapping at the window. "I don't know
who
is fucking her in there, but I can find out!" A pause and then, "Sawyer?! If that's you, you're an asshole! I saw her first, you cock blocking son of a bitch! And if it’s
not
Sawyer... and you're just fucking her in his truck to be a dick- then good for you but fuck you anyways!!!"

He thrust a hand out and up dramatically, finger pointed up and out accusingly.

"Wish he could see you now, goldie locks?" I teased tauntingly.

Sawyer snorted, nuzzling my hair, letting my own fingers slide through his soft silky hair.

"Nope." he grinned, snuggling me close, "then I'd have to kill him."

"What? Why is that?" I laughed.

"Because I fucked you good and hard, honey.
This
," he said, leaning down to kiss me, hand curving up my body, ruffling my dress, hands running over me possessively, "the way you look right now-
all satisfied and well fucked
- that's for me. Just me.
I
made you this way. Did this to you."

"Why, Sawyer Harrison! Who knew you were such a sexy, dirty mouthed beast," I tittered primly, pursing my lips.

He laughed at my tease and slowly eased his softening cock out of me, a trail of moisture following after.

"Uhm..." I reached down to touch the wetness, hands coming back sticky.

"When did you tear my panties?" I gasped, staring dumbfounded at my now crotchless pair, the once connected middle dangling uselessly in two torn pieces.

"It broke," he said distractedly, rolling the very apparently ravaged condom off his cock.

I glanced over, already having deduced that from all the love juice dribbling out of me, running down my leg.

"It looks like my vagina chewed it up!" I blurted, glancing at the torn prophylactic, searching for something to clean off with.

He barked out a laugh and grinned, dimples popping up as his face nearly split in two- he was smiling so wide.

"Naw, but it sure did chew me up and spit
me
out!"

"Men," I grumbled, rolling my eyes at him.

"Here." He handed me some napkins from his truck.

I pulled off my torn panties and cleaned up.

He quickly redressed and started straightening his clothes, sneaking surreptitious glances at me from the corner of his eye.

"We'd better get back or Thatch will tattle." Sawyer hummed his approval as he watched me finish getting myself back to rights.

"Would he really?" My head shot from side to side, fingers feeling around in the darkened space, looking around for my wayward underwear.

Where the heck did they go?

He shrugged and ran his hand over my rump, smoothing down the back of my dress.

"He's not used to not gettin’ his way with the ladies. I wouldn't put it past him. He's gonna be awful sore to be the only one you haven't loved on, brat," he chuckled, tugging at a loose lock of my hair.

Opening the door, he hopped out, slipping an extra pair of his socks on my feet when I scooted forward.

"Found ‘em," he said and winked, adjusting the socks, sliding my boots back on my feet.

"I can't find my panties." I frowned, at a loss.

He winked. "You don't need ‘em."

"You took them, didn't you?" Something told me he most certainly did.

He didn't answer- just grinned.

Ugh!

"Come on, Vieve, let's go pretend like we didn't just fuck three ways to Sunday!"

"You're so eloquent when you speak of romance, Sawyer. All that talk of fuck this and fuck that, just makes a girl’s heart go pitter patter," I mock simpered, right hand gripping his huge forearm, eye lashes fluttering coquettishly, left hand gently resting on my breast.

He grinned and brushed his lips over mine.

"I aim to please."

I slapped at his arm, laughing as he helped me down and led me back into the restaurant.

Peek A Boo

"What happened to
you
?" Barry asked, studying Sawyer's rumpled appearance, a button missing on his shirt, hair out of its pony tail, a mass of lush golden lock fanning around his shoulders.

My sexy beast.

Mmm.

How did I miss that when we gave each other a quick once over though?

Maybe it was because our dual perusals had turned heated and we wound up playing tonsil hockey against the restaurant's side entrance, the one closest to the parking lot.

Yeah... that was probably it.

He should have detoured to the bathroom when we got back, like I did.

And thank god I had!

I'd looked thoroughly plundered, not a speck on me that hadn't been explored by my golden-locked lover.

Sawyer shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, winking at me from across the table when no one was looking.

Well,
almost
no one.

Glowering, Thatcher huffed and stuffed another bite of pie in his mouth, catching his brother, staring down at his plate.

"What's the matter, pumpkin?" Barb asked sympathetically, giving his back a motherly rub. "You haven't eaten like that since the summer that cute little girl from school dumped you for your friend. What were their names?"

She tapped her chin and her brow wrinkled up.

"Muh, uh," he denied, mumbling with closed lips, mouth stuffed full of pie.

"Come on, sugar," Phin pulled Barb to her feet, "dance with me."

Jep offered to dance with Ruthie and she obliged, slowly making her way over.

Brayden got up to take care of the bill.

"Yeah," Ephraim smiled, snorting, "I remember that. Didn't he gain like twenty pounds that summer?" Chuckling, he grinned at Thatcher evilly.

Thatcher swallowed his pie and glared at Ephraim.

"It was a growth spurt! Jack ass! I was gettin’ ready to have a growth spurt!"

"Uh-huh..." Bowen piped up, grinning.

Reeve snorted. "Is that what they're calling it now?"

"Shut up!"

"You did get kinda chunky that summer, cous'," Eustice teased, swiping the rest of his pie, eating it in two big bites.

"I hate you," Thatcher grouched, "I hate you all." He glared at his brothers and cousin meaningfully.

I scooted the rest of my pie towards him and nudged him.

He looked at the pie and then me.

"I swear I don't have cooties," I joked.

His gaze whipped from Sawyer and then back to me, then back to glare at Sawyer.

"Do you?" he bit out.

The bite in his voice hurt and I flinched, unprepared for his remark.

I was trying to be nice!

My jaw clenched and my eyes shot to the top of the table, trying to glare a hole through it.

He tackled me suddenly, jumping on me in the booth when he saw the look on my face.

"I didn't mean it like it sounded!" he barked out.

Taken completely by surprise, my rattled brains hadn’t recovered from being pounced into a plush pleather booth seat yet, so I just stared at him, more or less gaping.

"God, man. That was kinda harsh," Eustice cut in, peeking his head over to frown at us. "Didn't have to embarrass her like that. Ya sound as bad as Reeve is with outsiders. We all know she was havin' a spin on Sawyer, doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Don't have to act like an asshole to her, though. She didn't want ya, get over it."

If my arms weren't pinned down I would have pummeled the man gorilla black and blue, then turned on my idiotic blonde captor.

I found my voice right then and I let it be heard.

"Unless you want to stitch yourself up, you giant hairy assed behemoth! I suggest you shut up!"

"God, she's feisty and mean,” he grimaced and gave Thatcher a searching look, “
And
she has Sawyer, Ephraim and Bowen pantin’ after her. You sure she's worth gettin’ all bent out of shape over? Sounds like a lotta work."

"Shut up!" Thatcher and I both growled at the same time, glaring at their loose lipped cousin collectively.

"Geesh." Eustice plopped back down into his seat, hands raised up defensively.

He mumbled some other crap, but I was too preoccupied with my cling-on to notice.

"Ack! My ears," Barry whined, covering said ears. He got up a second later and took off, heading towards the restrooms.

"I don't sound like that!" Reeve protested.

"Yeah, ya do," Sawyer nodded, looking like he was ready to tug Thatcher off of me.

Well, what is he waiting for?!

Help me up!

"You were even worse with Genny," Ephraim added, frowning over at us, looking at Thatcher warningly.

"Is no one going to help me?" I called weakly, chest slightly squashed, kicking my leg out.

Thatcher shifted, and I missed.

Ephraim glanced down and froze, drawing the other's attention as they caught his expression.

They all suddenly became rooted to their seats, stuck on the spot, quietly staring.

"Let me explain," Thatcher protested.

"Get off," I snapped, hurt by his words, twisting in his hold.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please!"

"Fine," I lowered my voice, "You're parents and Ruthie should be back any minute from the dance floor, "You have until then, so hurry up!"

If it will get him to let me up, then fine, whatever.

I can give him two minutes.

Two.