Chapter 6

6

Scout

After the game, I meet Cash behind the stadium. The same security guard who babysat me during the game waits with me and as soon as Cash storms through the rear entrance, hair still wet from his post-game shower, I’m swept up into his arms without so much as a hello, his arms banding around me possessively on the way to the parking lot. He settles me into the passenger side of his truck, the scent of soap clinging to him.

I inhale it like a beggar, my nipples puckering in my tank top as he slides the seatbelt in between them, my lungs ceasing to function properly. My virginity is gone. He took it. On a desk. While the entire baseball team and coaching staff were within earshot. I’m still reeling from the experience…and wondering why I wouldn’t change a single detail.

I loved it. I loved how he spoke to me with such harsh language.

I loved how roughly he handled me.

I loved the sensation of his come spurting inside of me, hot and thick, the way he groaned as it happened, like he’d been waiting his whole life to give me what his body produces.

“You played great,” I say, sounding totally breathless. Like a simpering freshman mooning over the star baseball player, because that’s exactly what I am. Aren’t I? “Two home runs. Three RBIs. The pitcher looked like he wished he’d stayed in bed.”

He pauses in the act of fastening my buckle, his gaze dragging down over my body. My breasts, my thighs, then back up to my lips, which seem to plump beneath his rapt attention. “I was just trying to end the game so I could get back to you.”

“Oh,” I whisper, studying him for signs that his feelings are authentic. Not make-believe. “Because you were worried about the stalker?”

A drawn-out silence ensues. “Something like that.” He clicks the buckle home, his big warm palm sliding up my thigh, massaging me just beneath the hem of my skirt. “I’ve been thinking, maybe we should go somewhere in public. Like we’re on a date. See if we can draw him out into the open.”

I’m in a weird blissful purgatory.

On one hand, the idea of going on a date with Cash makes my heart race wildly.

On the other, he keeps implying it’s all in the name of catching my stalker.

Maybe it is.

Maybe I’m being naïve in thinking he wants to be with me beyond this single weekend.

And perhaps I should enjoy him while I have him. “Okay,” I say, swallowing the knot in my throat. “What do you want to do?”

Am I imagining things or are his pupils dilating? “I bet he’s always wanted to take you to the movies. Is there anything you want to see?”

“I love the movies,” I say, enthused, sitting up straighter. “I went to the movies yesterday with friends. We saw a rom-com…so maybe we should go see Hidden Master tonight? The one about the guy who follows his ex-girlfriend to college and follows her everywhere…” I trail off with a wince. “Or maybe that’s a little too close to home.”

“No. I think that’s the perfect choice.”

“Maybe it is.” I shrug. “I hear she kills him at the end. It could be empowering.”

His expression is momentarily strange. Like a combination of amusement and dread. But it fades into thoughtfulness. “Do you…feel powerless, Scout?”

“A little bit,” I say honestly. “Some faceless person is controlling my life from behind the scenes. Telling me I can’t date…or he’ll kill me. Giving me nightmares. Forcing me to go everywhere with protection, wondering when I’ll receive another letter or email. It’s scary.” I lean forward, pressing my nose into the freshness of his neck. And I leave out the part where the letters make me feel buoyant. Alive. Itchy. “But I don’t feel scared when I’m with you. I feel safe. And the fact that we’re trying to catch my stalker makes me feel proactive, instead of like I’m hiding.”

“Good,” Cash says, sounding a little choked, his fingers combing through my hair. “Nothing is going to happen to you as long as you’re with me. That I can promise.”

“I know,” I whisper, following an impulse to touch my tongue to his neck, surprised when he releases a guttural sound, his hand tightening painfully on my thigh. But I’m shocked to find that it’s a pain I like. I like the way he inflicts it, like his body is out of his control. “I’ve always wanted to make out at the movies,” I breathe into his ear.

With you, I say to myself, afraid to reveal that I’ve been harboring serious feelings.

But maybe I should have said it out loud, because in a flash his hand is around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. “You’ve always wanted to make out at the movies with a boy? Is that right? Any boy will do?”

“N-no.”

“No?” he shouts, pinning his forehead to mine.

“I’ve only wanted to try it…recently.”

“Recently,” he repeats. “Explain that.”

“I…well…”

His hand tightens and it’s the strangest thing, but my sex flexes between my thighs, like there is a corresponding electrical cord between my throat and those sore little muscles. I like his treatment, even though it scares me a little. What is wrong with me?

“Explain what you meant, Scout.”

I wet my lips. “Sometimes when I go to the movies with my friends and I see couples making out in the back of the theater in the dark…I wonder what it would be like to do that with you.” As soon as I make the confession, I close my eyes as tightly as possible, not wanting to see pity or laughter transform his features. “I’ve liked you since my brother introduced us, okay? But, you know…all the girls like you, so I figured…I don’t know. Why would you pick a dorky freshman?”

His hand drops from my throat like it weighs a thousand pounds. “You’ve liked me?”

I nod, my eyes still closed.

“Christ. Don’t tell me that, Scout,” he rasps.

“I know. I know. You don’t want to tie yourself down, especially when you’re graduating soon and probably going pro—”

His gusting exhale blows around my hair. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Finally, I crack an eyelid, finding him pale. “I don’t?”

“No.” He spears his fingers into my hair, his mouth roving over mine. “I’ve stayed away because I was trying to save you.”

“Save me from what?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re fucked now. We both are.” His right hand travels down the front of my body, kneading my breasts, right then left. “Nah, I’ve been fucked from the start, haven’t I? Soon as you blinked those big eyes at me. Asking to be corrupted without saying a goddamn word.”

I thought it was impossible for my heart to race faster than it already is, but there it goes. “You…like me, too?”

“Scout, you think I’d agree to protect just anyone’s little sister? Anyone else, I would have told to fuck off. But it was you. It was you.” His hand moves lower, sliding between my sex and the seat, rotating his fingers until my mouth pops open on a whimper. “I couldn’t make it five minutes without fingering you, baby. I can’t get through warmups without balling you on my coach’s desk. And Jesus, the more time I spend with you, the more I just want to talk to you in the dark. I want to know every last thought in your head. I want to be in your fucking head while you’re dreaming so I don’t miss anything. So I know what your subconscious is doing without my permission. I’m broken over you, Scout. And this is only what I’m letting you see.”

My thoughts are racing, connecting dots, seeing our acquaintance through an entirely new lens. All the lingering hugs, the ambiguous looks across the parties, the gravity with which he says my name. I’m barely capable of breathing. Cash Jenner has it bad for me and somehow I’ve been totally oblivious?

“Let me see the rest,” I murmur, shifting my core into his hand, rolling my hips. “Don’t hide anything from me.”

He pulls back, allowing me to see that his pupils are completely blocking out his irises. “Be careful what you wish for, Scout.”

I don’t have time to question his meaning, because he’s pulling back and slamming the passenger side door, stalking back around to the driver’s side and peeling out of the parking lot.

* * *

Cash

I’ve liked you since my brother introduced us, okay?

Those words pound in my head like blows from a fist.

Yes, I’ve sent her threatening letters and emails, but those correspondences were the lesser of two evils. Either she stayed single and innocent while I obsessed over her from a distance, or I swooped in like a villain and consumed her entire existence.

She was safer when it was only letters.

There will be no staying away now.

We’ve admitted our feelings. I’ve been inside of her hot little body and found it a million times more potent than I could have imagined. Because she likes being fucked roughly. She likes when my hand is around her throat. She’s mine. I must have sensed our dark compatibility from the start. Does she know how much darker I can get, though?

I don’t know. Is it even possible that someone—a girl who only recently lost her virginity—could think like me? Maybe, maybe not.

Either way, I have to come clean to her.

She needs to know I’m the one who has been stalking her.

If this relationship is going to be brutally honest enough to allow for physical aggression and the deep devotion I need from Scout, we’ll need full trust. No pretenses. No lies.

My pulse is going haywire as we pull into the movie theater parking lot.

What if she runs away from me? I reacted like a wild animal when she ran from my kitchen to my bathroom. If she tries to run away from me, as in permanently, I could self-destruct. I’m a time bomb where she’s concerned. Still, walking into the theater with her for the first time, after all those nights of watching her attend with her friends from the shadows, I feel like a lion. My chest is stuffed tight with pride that I even get to hold her hand. Is everyone turning to look at us or am I only hoping they are, so I can let them know in one glance that I’m both her guardian and her predator? That I soothe her and scare her and soothe her again?

More importantly, what is Scout going to think about that?

I steer her into the theater, quickly cataloguing the fact that most of the audience is seated in the middle and front rows, leaving the back nice and empty. I find a seat in the furthest corner and sit down, pulling Scout down sideways onto my lap—and she goes without question, as if it was already understood that she wouldn’t need her own seat. I love that. I love her. I don’t know how I’m sitting stationary when these feelings are so huge.

Shouldn’t I be torn in half by now?

The lights dim and she rests her head on my shoulder, my fingertips trailing up and down her bare thighs. My cock is hard beneath her ass and all I want to do is push up her skirt and sink into that wet, pink flesh, but I remind myself we’re not in a rush. I can do slow with her. She needs to know I can give her everything. And maybe I want to stall time, because I have to come clean tonight. Tell her my secret.

The next time I allow myself to be inside of her, she should know all of me.

Even the darkest parts.

Scout has other ideas, however.

That tight ass starts moving in my lap the moment Hidden Master begins, her hand sneaking underneath my T-shirt to stroke my chest. Fuck. She is indescribably hot, her lips leaving little sipping kisses on my neck and I can’t control my hand. It’s easing open the thighs that are draped over mine and rubbing my knuckle up and down against the seam of her cunt, reveling in the wetness that seeps through her underwear, how her breath grows reedy, that butt rubbing on me like a temptation straight from the devil.

“You’ve got two choices, angel. Either I take you back out to the truck to ride my dick in the front seat. Or you pull down your panties and sit on my lap with your skirt around your hips while I make us come. If you want option number two, though, you have to keep that pretty mouth shut.”

“I’ll keep it shut,” she breathes. “I promise.”

“You want to fuck in the back of this movie theater?” I cup her pussy in my hand, kneading her roughly. “Be sure, Scout. Someone might see us. And once I’m inside of you, we’re not stopping. I won’t pull out of you until I’m empty.”

She bites her lip to trap a moan and nods, her eyes so trusting as she looks up at me. So positive that I’m going to make everything okay. Make everything safe. And I have to swallow a handful of sand that tastes a lot like guilt. Just not enough to stop me from getting my cock between her thighs. There’s nothing on earth that could stop that.

“Pull your panties down and face forward,” I say thickly.

Scout lifts her hips to follow instructions and I use the opportunity to unzip my jeans, reach in to fist and draw out my erection, tip already shiny. I turn her around, yanking up her skirt and settling her onto my lap, nestling my inches between her naked cheeks and draping her thighs over mine, opening her, wishing I could see her cunt in the glow cast by the movie screen. But there’s no time, because she’s already rocking her hips up and back, giving me a very slick, very public lap dance that succeeds in making me even stiffer, more ready to fuck.

There’s a voice in the back of my head, though, ordering me to make her understand.

Who I am. What she’s gotten herself into.

“Put my cock inside you and sit still.”

She whimpers and wiggles around while struggling to fit me in and I have to drop my head back and bite the inside of my cheek until I draw blood, she’s so goddamn tight. Eventually, she seats herself and collapses back against my chest, her eyes squeezed shut, the back of her head resting on my shoulder. Her legs are already trembling where they hang over mine, her feet several inches from the floor. Motherfucker, those little pussy muscles are massaging my dick up and down, clenching and releasing like God intended.

Focus on what you need to say. To do.

Ignoring the need to thrust upward into her warmth, I gather her hair in a fist, winding it as tightly as I can, casting my eyes reluctantly toward the movie screen. On it, there is a man following a woman who is unaware of his presence. She’s giggling into her phone while he keeps his head down, a serious expression hidden beneath the brim of a baseball cap.

“What do you think about him following her?” I ask beside her ear.

Scout struggles to focus, her pretty tits heaving up and down. “I think it’s s-scary.”

I reach down between her legs, using four fingers to lightly slap her clit, quick quick quick, and moisture comes absolutely gushing out of my sweet girl, slickening our bodily connection all the more. “Why do you think it’s scary? Maybe he’s protecting her.”

“She only needs protecting from him,” Scout says, unevenly. Gasping as I begin to stroke her swelling nub with my middle and ring fingers, her flesh flexing around me excitedly.

“If she simply loves him and obeys him without question, there is nothing for her to be scared of, Scout. Can’t you see that?”

“I…um…” She lets out a rush of breath. “I can’t think. All I feel is you throbbing.”

“You make it throb, angel. You make my whole fucking body throb. Constantly.”

“Can I move now?” she begs in a whisper.

“Not yet.” I stop playing with her clit, in favor of wrapping my right hand around her fragile, young throat. Squeezing. “Admit you want the girl in the movie to end up with her hidden master, even if he’s bad for her. Admit you’re rooting for them, even if you don’t understand why. Even if it’s twisted and bad, you want to watch him fuck her, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs after a moment, and I reward her by tightening my hand.

Choking off her air completely.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it? A man so obsessed with you, he can barely function. He lives, eats and breathes you, moans your name in his sleep, carves it into the headboard of his bed in the dark while everyone is sleeping, beating bruises into his chest out of misery because your head isn’t resting on his pillow.” More of her stickiness glides down around my cock and I know she’s turned on by being choked while I’m impaling her. Maybe even by what I’m saying, what’s happening on the screen and how I’m interpreting it to give her a hint. The ultimate hint about who I am. “Admit it excites you. How he is. How he thinks.”

She can’t speak, only nod.

But she’s giving me honestly. I can see it in the dazed quality of her eyes.

She’s not capable of lying to me.

“Good girl, Scout.” I loosen my grip around her throat, my dick surging harder at the sound of her gasping, filling her lungs with air, and I drop my touch to her pussy again, delivering light but vicious smacks to her clit. “That’s what I thought,” I rasp into her hair. “You’re only scared because that’s what you’ve been taught. To fear what you don’t understand. But underneath that innocent freshman skirt is a pussy that needs to be preyed on, isn’t that right?”

A shudder wracks her, but she doesn’t stop juicing that dick. Squeezing up and plunging down on it, taking me to fucking heaven. “Yes, Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“You’d know my dick in the dark, even if I dragged you out into the woods, tied your hands behind your back and shoved it into your little mouth. And you’d enjoy it, wouldn’t you? Scared or not, you’d suck it like one of those grape fucking popsicles you can’t get enough of.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ve just outed myself as her stalker, but she doesn’t seem to notice, probably because I’m stroking her clit in a way that is guaranteed to make her come and she’s smacking up and down in my lap, the music from the movie barely swallowing up the sound of my hard flesh plunging into her wet little cunt, her mewling noises growing steadily louder. Loud enough that I have to slap my left hand over her mouth.

“Go on. Fuck my cock like you want to get pregnant. I can be a Daddy and a father at the same time. I will be everything to you at once. Your hidden master, too.” I raze her ear with my teeth, hissing my sexual pain into it. “And you’ll love it, because you were put on this earth for me, just like I was put on this earth for you. I was born to eat you fucking whole.”

Her trembles increase to the point that she’s shaking the seat violently, the movements of her hips getting faster, faster, but clumsier at the same time—a sign she’s going to come.

“Fuck yes, baby, soak me in your pleasure. I’ll wear it on my dick until we get home and then I’m going to make you suck it off, naked on your knees. You’ll love it, won’t you? The way I’m going to carry you in my arms around campus like a princess, then bang you like a whore.”

I watch her profile, her lust-fogged eyes going wide as she orgasms, her thighs quaking where they remain slung over mine, every muscle in her body pulling taut, her cunt constricting around me enough to make me choke, my eyes watering profusely. Motherfucker.

Operating on animal instinct, I swipe my fingers through the mess she’s making around my cock and shove a trio of fingers into her mouth, groaning into her hair when she sucks them noisily, bouncing up and down on me one last time, as if determined to be a good girl and bring me over the edge of the cliff with her—and she does. I slam my hips upward and erupt, frothing into the very bottom of her pussy and begging my sperm to find her womb and make me the father of her child. Tie her to me forever.

“Cross your legs and lean back,” I grate against her temple. “Take it in, angel. Bank it.”

“Anything for Daddy,” she purrs, her head lolling back onto my shoulder, expression drowsy, body replete, and yet she still finds the energy to cross right leg over left, trapping my still spurting cock inside of her. And I scoop up her buns in my hands and tilt them up, not willing to let an ounce of my come drip out of her body, but there’s too much of it. Way too much. It drips down my wrists and her soft inner thighs, onto the upholstery of the seat. “I think we got most of it, baby,” I slur, sucker punched by the immense pleasure. “If anyone is tight enough to lock it in, it’s you. Goddamn, you can’t help but fuck the last drop out of me, can you? There’s nothing like you. Nothing on this earth.”

Finally, I’m sated and my body stops moving, hers limp on top of me. Somehow, I find enough energy to pull down her skirt to cover her come-soaked pussy, my arm dropping heavily again by my side. We struggle to breathe for several minutes, but soon we find a matching cadence and I turn her sideways, snuggling her into me, cradling her like the perfect treasure that she is. Mine. My girl. Always.

After a few minutes, she whispers, “I’m feeling a little dehydrated. I think I should go get some water.”

My instinct to provide is like a fastball to the gut. I should have anticipated that she would need water. Next time I will. “You stay here. I’ll go get you a bottle of water from the snack bar, okay?” Gently, I lift her off my lap and settle her into the neighboring seat, smiling at her when she sends me the most adorably drowsy grin. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I’ll miss you,” she says quietly, reaching out to squeeze my hands. “Hurry.”

My heart is booming like someone is inside of me beating a drum. “Of course, I will.”

Backing out of the row, I keep my eye on her until I turn the corner and then I beeline for the snack bar, ignoring the voice in the back of my head warning me that I shouldn’t have left her alone…