Chapter 17

Kate

Dinner with the Mackenzies.

Tyler and his wife Ana.

(Pronounced Ah-na .)

They aren’t bad people, just like Chad. In fact I’m not sure anyone around me or in my life is a bad person other than Corbin. I’ve gone far but maybe not too far. I could fix everything, or at least attempt to.

Yet I stare at Ana’s bracelet. No doubt an anniversary or Christmas gift. The kind that Tyler had to put zero effort into other than handing over his Amex number. (Got to collect those points and miles and all those other perks, right?)

I look at Ana’s face. It’s all tight and… fake.

She’s happy, but what is happy?

Tyler stands tall and proud, his eyes continually and fiercely checking on his wife.

He needs to keep her in sight, I suppose.

I refill everyone’s wine glass and I’m suddenly picturing Tyler and Ana fucking. I wonder what it’s like. I wonder if he throws her around the bedroom, smacks her ass, grabs her by the throat, using her body for his one simple need which is to come.

Or maybe it’s scheduled and boring. A quick fuck in between conference calls. Tyler just sits up in bed and Ana climbs on top of him and wiggles her hips like she’s pretending be a seductive salsa dancer.

“That’s plenty, my dear,” Tyler says to me.

I gasp and realize I’ve almost filled his wine glass to the top.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“Believe me, I’d love to indulge but I do have to drive.”

Tyler eyes Ana. She’s on her third glass of wine.

She’s getting drunk right now. Simple as that.

The question here is—is she getting drunk because when she’s drunk she likes her ass touched, licked, and fucked? Or is she getting drunk because she hates me, hates Chad, hates her life, and thinks these forced dinners serve no purpose?

For guys like Chad and Tyler, they like these dinners as it serves them with the imagery of growing success. Together they’ll rise up the ranks and dominate the business world.

“I was thinking of a beach house,” Tyler says. “For fun. Use it. Rent it out.”

“Smart investment,” Chad says. “Now would you go right into the heart of one of those beach towns? Or maybe choose a quieter one?”

“I’m looking for a town on the rise,” Tyler says. “I was actually going to pick your brain about it, Chad.”

“By all means, pick away,” Chad says. “You know, I’ve thought about property myself…”

I mentally roll my eyes.

Chad has never thought about property.

What the fuck is he talking about? Am I supposed to just sit here like a good girl fiancée and pretend this is okay? What the fuck…

I walk the bottle of the wine back to the kitchen and pray that Ana doesn’t follow me.

I can feel her following me.

“Men are just big boys, aren’t they?” Ana asks. “Bigger wallets and bigger toys.”

I look back. “Tell me about it.”

I place the wine bottle on the counter and I glance at my phone.

The screen lights up.

A text from… DENTIST …

My heart instantly starts to race.

I bite my bottom lip.

“I’m not even sure if he’s looked at beach houses yet,” Ana says. “I think he wants Chad’s thoughts before…”

Her voice fades.

I read the text from Corbin.

I’m parked out front of your house. You have thirty seconds to come out here. Or else I’m coming in.

I turn to face Ana and slip my phone into my back pocket.

Chad and Tyler are laughing.

“Excuse me,” I say to Ana. “I’ll be right back.”

I’m escaping the cliché upper-middle-class-let’s-talk-about-money dinner to go outside and see my criminal ex.

He’s parked across the street and a few houses down.

But he’s really here.

In a pickup truck, window down, his left arm resting where the window would be if it were up. I see the rippling muscle of his forearm. As soon as I think about his strength, I’m soaked. It’s not even fair anymore. I don’t even get wet. Or turned on. I just get soaked. Like I had a water balloon in my panties and the second I see Corbin, it pops.

Fuck.

I hurry across the street toward the truck.

He throws open his door and steps out.

A monstrous figure in the night.

I bite my bottom lip.

In the back of my head I can hear the echoes from my house.

Interest rates! Down payments! Insurance! Taxes!

The clanking of wineglasses. The pop of a cork on a fresh wine bottle.

The smell of the roasted garlic from the fancy chicken I had to cook to make sure Tyler and Ana were impressed.

As soon as I’m within reach of Corbin, he makes his move. He attacks.

One hand touches my face. The other hand touches the small of my back.

My body collides to his.

I start to melt. I feel like I could cry.

He’s an escape. A terrible, wrong, bad decision kind of escape.

“Friends are over tonight?” Corbin asks.

“Define the word friends ,” I say.

“I’ll make sure to take it easy on you… or not…”

His mouth takes mine. His lips are overpowering. His tongue is strong, exploring the inside of my mouth.

My knees give out. Corbin holds me.

His thumb presses against my throat. Hard.

It hurts, just a little. I like it. I want it to hurt more. I want him to grab me and take me and…

Corbin growls and lifts me up with ease.

He walks me around to the other side of the pickup truck.

Near the back passenger side area.

He pushes me up against the hard metal, his body forcing itself upon me.

He stops kissing me and stares down into my eyes.

“I need to taste your cunt again, darling,” he says.

I suck in a breath.

My jaw quivers.

There is no time for…

His fingers have already opened the button on my black pants.

His fingers are now wrapped around the top of my black panties.

Corbin disappears, crouching down in front of me. He pulls my pants and panties down with forceful ease.

His mouth kisses at my mound.

I feel his teeth touch my skin, biting at me. Nothing playful either.

He means business. He has a purpose.

Next his tongue slides between my legs. He’s greeted with enough wetness to keep him hydrated for a year.

His mouth is mean and aggressive, sucking and suckling. His tongue parts my labia and he follows a perfectly straight line up to my clit. He swirls around it a few times before latching tight.

My hips jerk forward at him. I want to scream his name but I can’t attract attention.

This is a quiet street! This is a quiet neighborhood!

I think about everyone with their doorbell cameras. I can’t help but worry that this movement is setting one of them off. The house in front of me.

Bob and Lisa…

Can you imagine if Lisa were to check her phone and see a video of some guy going down on me outside of a pickup truck?

Whatever.

Corbin’s teeth grab at my clit.

I gasp and have to cover my mouth.

He nibbles. Then he bites.

Tears fill my eyes as my chest grows heavy.

Corbin pulls away from my pussy with a loud, wet noise and goes for more. He knows he has me right on the edge. He can command my orgasms in a way I never knew possible. This version of Corbin is more intense. Wilder. The post-prison Corbin is… insane.

His tongue slaps against my clit, over and over. My breathing goes wild. There’s a part of my body fighting the orgasm as being outside and feeling so exposed just feels so wrong… but the rest of my body takes over and…

Corbin’s mouth moves as I feel everything let go.

In one quick and perfectly timed motion, his middle and pointer fingers on his left hand plunge deep into me. As soon as he does that, his mouth grabs my inner thigh and he sucks .

I come hard all over his fingers.

He curls his fingers over and over, making my body rock and throb, coating and smothering his fingers and hand with my wet release.

His mouth latches so tight to my inner thigh I can feel my skin lifting and bruising.

When he pulls away, he growls.

The spot throbs. There’s a mark there.

Oh, fuck, Corbin just left a hickey on the inside of my leg…

His fingers exit my pussy and he stands up.

He uses the tip of his middle finger and rubs my own orgasm against my lips.

Corbin then picks up my panties and my pants. He buttons them.

His mouth touches my left ear.

“Now go back inside to your fiancé and your friends, Katie.”

I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk right now.

“Hey, there she is!” Chad cries out in a slightly slurred voice. “Was going to send a search crew to look for you.”

“I was just out front,” I say. “Needed some fresh air.”

“She hates talking about money,” Chad says to Tyler. “It bores her.”

“The women don’t know how lucky they are,” Tyler says with a wink at me.

I want to fucking stab him in the fucking neck.

Ana sits at the table, totally drunk and dazed.

Get the fuck out of this house.

I pour myself a nice glass of wine and stand in the kitchen, drinking. Fast.

My pussy throbs. My panties cling to my pussy. The inside of my left leg aches, matching the pulse of my heart. I lick my lips and I taste… myself.

By the time I finish the glass of wine, Tyler and Ana are out the door.

Chad then gives me the drunk, horny eyes.

I swallow hard, smile, and offer to help him upstairs to bed.

By the time he gets into bed, he’s giggly and groggy.

I grab for his dick just to play my part.

He groans, closes his eyes, and he can’t get hard.

Wine dick for the win.

Chad is snoring in seconds.

I’m left with a mess in my panties once again, thanks to Corbin.

I hurry into the bathroom, take my pants off and look at my left inner thigh.

The mark is perfect. It’s bruised and red and just…

It’s just like Corbin tells me.

It’s just pain - he’ll never ever hurt me.