Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Michael

My body is vibrating; there's no other way to describe it. I'm wound up and ready to blow.

We're in the truck on the way to my parents, so killing someone just isn't an option.

It's barely one in the afternoon, and my family has dropped all their plans, including work, to come out to our cabin. They were willing to squirrel away here just because I asked them to.

That's the meaning of family. Blind faith, no questions asked.

Lara sits beside me in my truck, being her perfect self. No longer scared, she's happy for me to take control.

I glance over at her. "Do you need to call in to work? I didn't see your schedule on your laptop or in your dorm."

Lara squints at me. "No, I got fired, but now that you mention it, you shouldn't go through my laptop . . . it's rude."

"Why?" I ask. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing," she insists defensively.

I look at her quickly. "Porn?"

She rolls her eyes before looking out the passenger window. "Never mind, look all you want. There's nothing to find."

That's better.

Grinning, I reach over the groceries to lay my hand on her thigh. Her pantyhose feels soft beneath my palm. I give a gentle squeeze. "Why did you get fired?"

Lara shrugs, heaving a deep sigh. "The owner is a sleazebag. He wanted sex, I find him repulsive, the rest is history," she says like it's nothing.

The truck jolts slightly.

"He fired you because you wouldn't fuck him?" I seethe.

Turning away from the passenger window, Lara faces me with a frown. "It's not a big deal. I'm not the first."

"Lowe's restaurant in town, right?"

Lara nods.

"I'll take care of it."

"Michael—" She starts, but I cut her off .

"I'll take care of it," I repeat.

And I'm not waiting until next Halloween. Motherfucker picked the wrong woman.

Lara's hand lands on mine, in thanks or to calm me, I don't know, but either way, I let her warmth encasing my hand sink in.

No panic, no pain. This woman really is something else.

"Think your mom will like the flowers?" she asks, changing the subject.

I glance at her briefly, not wanting to take my eyes off Ellis Road for too long. Truckers and people passing through use this road to make up time or to avoid a traffic control issue, so they dip off the I-90 and join back on a few towns over.

Great for Duke and other businesses in town but not so good for community safety. They drive like Kaleb . . . a fucking menace.

Turning onto my family's land, I drive past the damaged tree on the edge of the property. He's not the only menace .

"She'll love them. What mother doesn't love one of her babies getting her flowers?" I wink.

"Not funny." Lara frowns.

"I'm not teasing. That woman is going to enjoy having another daughter."

She likes the idea. Lara's eyes are pleading as they search my face for an ounce of a lie. Finding none, my girl smiles.

"I've only met her once! This is the first time I'll be meeting her as your . . ." She stumbles, unsure what to call us.

Something that needs clearing up now.

"My wife."

I hold up my finger when she opens her mouth to argue.

"My wife," I repeat. "Say it."

My stubborn princess shakes her head. "We're not married."

Yet.

"You're right." I nod, waiting for her to relax before informing her, "We'll go to the courthouse tomorrow."

Breath huffs out of her in disbelief, her mouth open, ready to argue, but she's so caught off guard, she has no words.

I'm possessive and unreasonable when it comes to her, but it's for a good reason. Reaching over, I cup her cheek. "You're my life now, Lara, and you'll be my wife."

She gives me the same pleading look as earlier. The one that tells me she wants it but won't admit it. Her big brown eyes peer at me, her pupils dilated with desire. Her mouth says one thing, and her eyes say another. Her chest expands on a heavy sigh, a blush spreading up her neck quickly.

Her gaze drops to my mouth.

Fuck it, we're not making it back to the cabin.

Pulling the truck to the side of the private road, I eye the time. Hopefully, my family won't drop everything too quickly.

"Come here, princess." I gesture to my lap.

Her face flushes, seeing my hands fumble with my belt buckle.

"Michael, no."

But her words lack conviction.

Twisting in her seat, Lara looks out the cab window, back from where we came.

"Your whole family is coming here."

I nod, pulling my already hard cock out.

"They could see us," she hisses.

"Then you'd better stop wasting time. Lose the jacket and climb over here."

Her plump bottom lip is tortured by her teeth while she decides what to do.

"Lara," I stress.

Giving in to the inevitable, she shrugs out of my jacket, leaving it bunched by the door. She climbs around the grocery bag and settles onto my jean-clad knee, using the wheel and the dash to steady herself as she moves.

When she stills, I move her until she faces the front of the truck, her legs together with mine caging them in, giving me better leverage with spread legs.

"Mind your head," I warn, lowering the visor. I want to see her face while we fuck.

One hand works my cock as the other lifts her dress. Her pantyhose is thick and made of wool to keep her warm, but they rip quickly when my hands pull from the middle out. The pale skin of her round ass is a stark contrast to the black pantyhose that frames it.

My fingers run along the ripped seam, tearing them further until her pussy is bared.

"Are you wet?" I ask, but she doesn't need to speak. My fingers are already probing her mound, finding her wet and ready.

"You say no, but your body says yes. Does the idea of my family catching us with my dick in you excite you, princess?"

I smack her ass when she doesn't answer.

"Yes," she admits shamefully.

"Me too," I confess, kissing her cheek. "Hands on the steering wheel, Lara. They don't move."

"Yes, sir."

Gripping her hips tightly, I slowly lower her onto my cock, savoring the feel of her tight heat.

Lara hisses, resisting when I try to sink the rest of the way in.

I'm large and thick, so biting the bullet, I make quick work of burying the other half of my erection.

"Ahh, ahh," Lara cries out with every thrust.

Gripping her ass cheek, I squeeze, flexing my hips again.

"Please, stop."

I freeze at her words.

"It hurts."

"Good." I tap her ass. "You're dripping."

"It's different, not like last night. "

Fuck, the pounding I gave her last night might just screw me over today.

"Shit." I curse, dropping my forehead to her clothed back. "Lift," I guide, removing myself from her body.

My wet cock meets the cold air, making me hiss. It bobs between my legs, desperate to get back to her warmth.

Lara starts to slide off my lap.

Wrapping her braid around my hand, I still her. "Stay, your pussy isn't the only option."

"No! That hurt last night." She panics.

"It's either your pussy or ass. Choice is yours."

I wait impatiently.

"I really am too sore."

Our eyes meet in the mirror.

I nod. "Say it," I encourage.

Lara shakes her head.

I give her braid another pull. "You can either say it, and I lubricate my cock, or you don't, and you'd better hope your juices are enough to ease my way inside."

Her eyes dilate.

Well, shit.

"Fuck my ass."

Shame, I guess a raw ass fucking will have to wait for another day.

I don't stay disappointed for long.

Keeping our gaze locked, I blindly rummage in the grocery bag. Frustrated, I tip the brown bag over, contents spilling out onto the bench. My target rolls free.

Grabbing the glass bottle, I lift it to my teeth, bite the cap, and twist. The lid shoots across the cab, pinging onto the dash as I spit it out, not caring where it goes.

"Lift and hold your dress."

Her hands grapple with the material, and the steering wheel holds her up as she hunches over it.

Quickly, I pour a good amount of olive oil into my hand, palming it onto my thick, heavy cock. The wetter, the better. Happy with the coating, my slippery fingers seek out her asshole.

She'd been an anal virgin last night, but she took a small portion, just enough to coat her insides with my cum.

Today, she's taking all nine inches of me, balls deep.

Her body resists my digit but a firm push eases it in.

Lara tries to shift forward more away from my exploring fingers, but with the steering wheel pressed against her, she has nowhere to go. My coated hand grabs her ass cheek, blunt nails biting as she's spread wide.

"Michael," she complains, embarrassed.

"I'm about to watch my cock sink into your ass. It hardly matters if I watch as I finger fuck it first."

A second finger joins.

Lara glances back at me. Her plump bottom lip sits between her teeth. Her hips wiggle, pain and fullness etched on her face.

She's as ready as she can be.

Bringing her back down to my lap, I run my hands over the top of her thighs, waiting until I feel her body relax.

This is about to be intense and painful enough. Tense muscles will just make her resist me more.

"Hold your dress higher."

I help gather it, passing it off to her left hand.

"The other on the wheel," I remind her. My palm on her back pushes her forward, creating a vee between our bodies.

The perfect view for what's about to happen.

I shift my feet closer in, bringing her legs tighter together while my hands lift and spread her ass cheeks.

My cock doesn't need me to guide it. It's like a heat-seeking missile ready to go off. The broad head nudges at her freshly used hole. The clench it has on my tip is out of this world.

Lara whimpers.

My eyes stay glued to where my cock invades her body. Her ring turns white as it struggles to swallow me.

I'm barely inside, and Lara is crying. She's not used to it, but a few more times, and her body will crave it as much as I do.

Anal is my go-to. It's perfect when you can't have your partner touching you, although fucking in my truck is a first for me.

"Ahh," she cries out as several inches of my dick disappear into her.

I wedge my hand between her legs, seeking out her slit. Coating my finger, I search for her sensitive nub. Rubbing harshly, I try to push her higher.

"Shhh, baby. You can take it. You're doing so good. I wish you could see how well your ass swallows me."

Her pussy weeps at my words.

"It hurts." She sniffles.

"I know." I kiss her back.

Attacking her button more, I have her shaking and on edge within seconds. The minute she falls over the edge into a blissful orgasm, my hands pull her down, embedding myself fully.

Her scream is pain-filled, but a fresh wave of orgasm rolls over her. Her empty pussy clenches, the ripples tickling at the underside of my shaft. Her asshole squeezes me painfully.

Sobs roll out of her from where she's dropped against the wheel.

"I can't, I can't," she wails.

"You can, Lara," I pant.

My control is on its last thread, and I'm seconds away from pounding her ass. Throwing my head back, I clench my teeth, waiting for her pain to decrease .

The shake of the sobs wracking her body makes my cock twitch and leak in her ass.

Wait, wait, wait, I remind myself. Forcing out a long breath, I'm praying not to blow my load.

The sound of an engine is enough to cool my blood.

A glance in the rearview mirror shows my dad's SUV approaching quickly.

Fuck my life.

"Princess, we have company," I point out. "No, no," I rush when Lara tries to jump away.

We both cry out as she drops back onto me.

"We don't have time. Lean back into me," I insist, rearranging the skirt of her dress. The flowy material is enough to cover my lap and conceal our attachment.

I'm still panting and Lara crying when my parents' car pulls up beside my truck. Thank fuck mine stands slightly higher making our situation more discreet.

I roll down the window, giving a small wave.

"You guys okay?" My dad frowns.

I nod, unable to speak. Lara's asshole took on a whole new level of tightness the minute their car stopped. Her essence flows out onto my lap.

She's excited.

One of these days, I'm going to have to take her out near the interstate and fuck her in the bed of my truck as people pass. Close enough she can see them, but they can't see her .

"Your truck giving you trouble?" Mom asks, leaning around my dad to see us.

"I don't think it's the car having trouble," Dad snarks.

He's where Kaleb gets his smart mouth from, I think with a roll of my eyes.

Mom finally spots Lara's red and wet face. "Oh, baby." She coos, "Whatever he did, he's sorry." Helen looks at me as if to say, right ?

"Why did you assume I did something?" I huff.

Lara turns, giving me a glare over her shoulder.

"Do you want to hop in this car and come with us?"

Over my dead body.

"We're going to the same place, Mom," I point out, my irritation obvious.

Lara swipes at her cheeks, pointlessly brushing the tears away since new ones replace them quickly.

"I'm okay, I promise." Lara sniffles.

"We're working it out," I add when my parents hesitate to leave.

"Okay," Dad finally agrees, "your sister is already here. Kaleb fetched her."

That was quick. We came straight here from the store. They must have already been together.

"We'll just finish working this out and be down soon."

We all give an awkward wave, but they finally leave.

"Wait for them to get far enough that they can't see, and then back to how you were." My words are choppy, my movements desperate as my hand moves back between her legs. I need her to enjoy this too.

Lara is panting and moaning by the time the car is almost out of sight.

I can't wait any longer. How slow are they fucking driving? It'll have to be good enough.

Slowly, I pry her off my lap. My cock withdraws, then I bring her back down, slowly at first.

Up and down. Our actions repeat over and over until the windows are fogged, and the cab fills with nothing but pants, moans, and soft sobs.

"What are you?" I ask, bringing her back to our earlier conversation.

So lost in the feel of my cock, she doesn't answer.

"What are you?" I ask again, demanding an answer with a particularly brutal shove of my hips.

Still, moans and whimpers are the only things to leave her mouth.

Sliding my hand to the small of her back, I push her forward, forcing her upper body to lie flat on the wheel. It lifts her off me to the point that only my tip is engulfed. With all the power I can, I lift my ass off the bench seat and force three quick thrusts of my cock into her ass.

Her scream builds my pleasure.

"What are you?" I growl, yanking her down to the bench with me, bottoming out inside her as we sit back down.

"Your wife," she screams, her asshole gripping me to a point beyond tortured pleasure. My cock can't take much more of this.

But I need more. More pain, more pleasure, more Lara.

I'm beyond thinking, my mind blank as I rip my sweater over my head. Animalistic as I tear the top of her dress right down the back. All the time fucking her hard and fast.

Lara helps me push the body of her dress down, the ripped material bunching at her slim waist.

My hands grope her breasts. Our skin thuds when her back connects with my chest.

"Lick," I demand, bringing my fingers to her mouth.

She does without question. Sucking two digits in, she swirls them with her tongue.

The change in angle does something for her, even more so than before. Her body starts to move above me.

Our movements are manic, frantic, and wild.

Friction builds between us in all ways.

I need more oil. The bottle is slippery on the wet seat and over half empty since most of it spilled out. I managed to get it between us and just pour the rest over my crotch not willing to move her too far away from my body to do it properly.

It's enough.

I fuck her harder than I have before, which after last night, is a feat .

The truck moves with the power of our lovemaking.

I build higher and higher.

Lara's head falls back against my shoulder, and it's enough to set me off. With a roar, I come harder than I ever have before. An explosion happens inside her—streams and streams of cum flow out of me.

This woman was made for me.

So lost in the longest orgasm of my life, I don't notice the truck pull up behind us nor do I hear the boots approaching.

I'm startled when my door is ripped open.

Daniel appears, his face consumed with worry.

Knowing there's no danger, I don't stop my movements, willing my pleasure to keep flowing.

Lara rushes to cover herself, but my hands are plastered to her breasts, and I'm not willing to let her go.

"You okay?" Daniel huffs.

I nod, still pumping my essence into my girl.

The door slams closed just as my stream stops. Lara buries her head into her hands.

"Your brother just caught us." Her words are muffled.

"Another thing you'll get used to. He and Charlie go at it like bunnies," I joke.

"What's the other thing I'll get used to?" she asks, letting me pull her back into my chest.

"My dick in your ass." My fingers seek out her clit. " Don't think I didn't notice you didn't come with me."

"It's okay," she whispers, her small hand on my forearm.

But it's not okay. Her body had been right there with me on the peak of pleasure. I'm nothing if not fair.

My body ignites again at her touch, my dick hardening. My breath catches.

The passenger door opens, and my brother's large body appears as I help my girl rub out another orgasm.

He throws a gym bag onto the bench seat. The plastic wrapping of the forgotten food crinkles under the weight of the bag. "Charlie's. They should fit her."

Lara is too lost in pleasure to care that he's here, or maybe she hasn't noticed. I tease her nipple with my other hand.

"You need any clothes?" he asks me.

No. I have my own gym bag.

But what actually comes out is a long-drawn-out moan. I shake my head.

Daniel nods, closing the door again.

The jolt of the truck, the feel of her back on my chest, the slight burn I feel in my skin, the pressure of her pleasure bearing down on my tool. It's just too much.

My still hard cock twitches inside her, and my eyes widen .

I'm coming again.

This time, I take Lara with me, both of us drowning as my brother's truck passes. His hand is stretched out, covering his wife's eyes.

Laughing, I clutch my girl.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

This woman owns me.

With a final thrust, I finish filling her with a piece of myself.