Sweet ride, p.9
Sweet Ride, page 9
“Good guess?” I ask as Thorne releases my neck and steps toward the bar.
“Good observation.” Thorne tips his head toward my father’s desk. “There is an empty glass there with two orange twists, and the vodka bottle sitting next to the shaker. I pay attention to the details.”
Thorne’s eyes settle on my father who is staring back with his stupid grin. I’m not sure what is going on here, but it’s about more than just my father’s favorite drink.
“Cecelia.” My father breaks my trance. I look toward him but he’s still got his eyes on Thorne. “I will need you shortly. I have a meeting later and will require your assistance in getting ready. One hour. Meet me in my room. Are you listening?” He finally looks my way as I shift from one foot to the other, crossing my arms, my hands gripping each opposite elbow.
“Yes, of course. I’ll be there.”
“Good.” My father’s voice is charged with forced warmth and humor. “Now, why don’t you and your friend go sit for breakfast? I’ll meet you shortly.”
THIRTEEN
THORNE
“Sorry, we already ate.” I let go my grip of CeeCee and move to the desk. As I hoped, the old man’s eyes follow me, not her. “Nice to meet you, sir. Hate to leave so soon, but we have things to do today.” Picking up the glass and the bottle, I begin to pour, keeping watch over CeeCee out of the corner of my eyes. She’s my priority here, not my own ego. Make sure she’s safe, then deal with him when I get the chance.
We’re both smiling, but I think we both realize that the other isn’t genuine.
Handing him the glass, sans orange twists, I move back to cover CeeCee, then lean down and whisper in her ear. “We’re leaving.” I pull her toward the door, my hand gripping the back of her neck.
“One hour, Cecelia, remember. I need you in my room. One hour.”
No fucking way, old man.
I don’t stop moving us forward, up the stairs and down the hall. “Listen to me. Your dad...he’s not who you think he is. I mean, I know you think he’s been cold with you, but that’s not even half of it.” I pause outside her room, hold her steady, and look in her eyes. “CeeCee, I’m sorry, but I have to tell you...it’s about your brother.”
“My brother?” Her eyes are wet, but the tears haven’t started to fall. Not yet. I know they will and I hate that I have to tell her.
“Yes, look, I know——”
“I don’t understand. You knew my dad’s drink, didn’t you? What the fuck is going on here, Thorne?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I know your father.”
“What? No, that doesn’t make any sense. How? I mean, he’s not...This isn’t making any sense!”
I try to put an arm around her shoulder, but she pushes it away.
“No! Thorne, what is this? What do you know about my brother?”
Her voice is starting to rise, starting to get hysterical. Her father is going to hear. Or someone else. Who knows who else he has stationed in this place, looking after his interests? He’s probably been having her watched every minute since she arrived here.
“Come on,” I whisper, opening the bedroom door and trying to usher her inside.
“No, I don’t want to. I want to hear what you have to say.”
“And I’ll tell you. But we have to do this inside. It’s for your own good, Cee, trust me.”
CeeCee reluctantly follows and I explain the real reason I knew her father’s drink. The connection. The guns.
Her brother.
I start piling clothes onto the bed while I’m talking, ready to throw some of her things in a bag and head straight to the airport. I have to get her out of here.
When I’ve finished the story, her face is white. I sit her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her, my hands on her thighs, trying to keep her eyes with me.
“Cee...that was another time. Another life.”
Her eyes settle on me but they are flat, lifeless. “No.”
The sting of that single word hits me and knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Little bird. That’s not who I am now. You see me, don’t you? You see me.”
“I hear what you’re saying, Thorne. I know you’re not that person anymore. Whatever you’ve done in the past, that doesn’t matter, I forgive you. But I don’t think we can ignore this. Don’t you think it’s a message? I hear it, the universe I mean. It’s speaking to me.” She cups a hand to her ear and tips her head. “CeeCee, you’re an idiot and never learn.”
Just then, there’s a slam from the door of the bedroom. I’m on the run before whoever it is comes through the door, but there’s three of them on me before I can swing.
It’s on. I’d hoped we could get away before they caught onto us, but that’s not going to happen. Out of the corner of my eye I see two women come in and clamp CeeCee’s arms by her sides, dragging her across the floor to the door.
One fucker has me around the neck and another is lining up to punch my face. They’ve got guns, but they don’t seem keen to use them. They should though because that’s the only advantage I need. I hitch my head forward and slam it back, listening to the scream and the crunch of bone as the back of my cranium implodes the nose of the asshole behind. From there, it’s a kick to the gut of the second guy and before he can stand, I slam my fist in the throat of number three, dropping him like a lead weight before he can get close.
Number two thinks he’s got more for me and swings a foot, trying to take me out from below. It might have worked, too, except CeeCee’s screams as she’s dragged from the room draw my attention in his direction and I slam two fists into his gut one after the other, then a knee crushes his jaw. Number two hits the floor next to his buddies, but I’m not done.
I’m all over those fucks, confiscating their weapons before they get a second chance at me. Before I count to three I have two solid grips of steel in my hands. I may clean up nice and wear fancy suits, but I have the heart of a lion. I can channel my inner beast and these fucks have no idea just what I’d do to keep CeeCee and our family safe.
Protect at all costs.
This place is a labyrinth, but I hear her muffled screams as I hit the stairs. My senses are on point, and it’s easy pickings when I see the black SUV though the windows screeching to a halt at the back of the house.
That fuck is going to take her and dissect her. His own fucking daughter.
I bolt through the kitchen and out the back door as three of them are shoving her into the back of the vehicle. On my way, I take note of the medical stickers on the coolers some asshole is carrying down a hall.
Arms straight. Guns aimed. There is no shake. No quiver. I’m dead aim and the driver raises his hands.
“CeeCee. I’m here.” First and foremost, she needs to know I’m coming for her. The two women that took her out are gone and I find her with two thugs that now have her by the arms eye me with a moment of skepticism. They’re wondering if they can they take me, but I can answer that for them. I smile back. “I can hit an ant’s balls from here. Don’t fucking think I won’t.” My voice is dead calm. Almost friendly. I feel the shift in their manner. I swore I would never pick up a gun again. But some vows are made to be broken.
“Cee...stand right there. You two fucks, if you want your balls to stay attached, back the fuck off. Turn around and run that direction until you hit the fucking water. Then start swimming.”
They glance at each other, and I see their minds working. I’m just getting ready to fire a warning shot when they drop CeeCee’s arms and take off. Stepping in and holding her steady, I turn to the driver. “Get the fuck out and follow them if you have even an ounce of sense.”
He’s on their tail without another word and I stuff the guns into the back of my jeans. I don’t need them anymore. Our bags are upstairs in her room, but I’ve got my wallet so we’re good. No way I’m spending another second in this mad house.
“Fuck, baby.” I draw her tight, her soft body shaking.
“What is going on?” She cries into my chest.
“Your dad’s a fucking asshole is what’s going on. Come on. We are not staying here one more second.” I walk her to the passenger side and lift her up and buckle her in. My whole world is in that seat and I need to get them both safely home. “Kiss me, baby girl. And don’t ever leave me again. I won’t wait a month to track your ass down next time. You’re mine. Always will be. I’m taking you home.”
I close the door and hop in the running SUV.
It’s twenty minutes to the airport, but we are there in ten. Two tickets purchased, next departure heading home and we are sitting in first class before she even has time to worry about what just happened.
“Why did you leave, CeeCee? The truth.”
She licks her lips and I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I told you. It was just too crazy how it all happened. Like another round of the same thing. And, when I found out who you were? The conviction, that man that came to the loft...that just scared me. I hate guns. Violence. This underbelly of life. It took my brother from me, the only family member I ever really loved. Well, the only one who loved me back anyway...I mean, what did I really know about you? Nothing.”
“I understand. I do. But listen to me.” I pinch her chin and stare into the face that hasn’t left my mind since the first time I laid eyes on it. “I am a felon. I told you that, but how I got that way isn’t what you think. Did I sell guns? Yeah, I did. A long fucking time ago. I told your father I was out after the shooting that killed your brother.” I swallow hard and let her face go, kiss her head and hope she’s with me. “I was primed to go down. I guess in a way I wanted to go. Wanted a fresh start so I did a plea deal and never looked back. That’s it. I spent my time. When I got out? No one would touch me. Mrs. Takashima took me in again. I learned to make donuts in the prison and I started making them for her store. Before long, she saw something else. She lent me two-thousand dollars and I started that first store. Now, here we are. So, I’m sorry you were scared, but I’m here to tell you, no one or nothing has ever felt like this for me. You are it. I’m all in, little bird. And you’re carrying the only other thing in this entire fucked up world that matters to me.”
She blinks and turns to look out the window. I hold my breath until it hurts.
“I’ve been alone for so long. But that day you walked into the office.” She turns back to look up at me and my heart is in my throat. “When I got on the back of your bike and you drove away with me.” She laughs, a little hitch in her breath. “My fake boyfriend. You know what went through my head?”
“No, baby, what?”
“I’m going to marry him. I’m going to have his babies.”
I smile and kiss her until neither of us can breathe.
“It was crazy but I’m being honest. That was what I thought about. My ovaries were twitching.” She giggles until I’m sporting a hard-on that would get me arrested.
“You know what?” I kiss her forehead. “The first time I saw you in the shop, you know what I was thinking?”
“What?”
“That’s all mine. And I never before, for one second, imagined any of this. But I thought about getting my baby inside you as soon as I could. Seems the universe connected the dots for us.”
“Do you really think my dad was going to take...like, my organs?” Her eyes go wide and I take a deep breath.
“I do, babe. When I was running through the house to come and get you. I saw something. Coolers. With biohazard labels. Two of them in the hands of some guy walking through the hall. Import/export alright. The only import I care about right now is the one in here.”
I rub her belly. I can’t get enough.
“You know what I’m thinking about right now?” Her eyes twinkle and her cheeks turn pink. She looks up and down the aisle and leans into me. “The mile-high club.”
Thirty seconds later, we’re figuring out how to maneuver into the first class lavatory. I’ve got her wrapped around me against the wall, my hand over her mouth as I slam into her until cum seeps out from around my buried cock. I suck one tit, then the other, muffling my own moans as I cum again.
When we walk back to our seats, my girl is all smiles and her head sits on my shoulder.
“I’m a mess,” she whispers, looking up at me like an innocent cherub.
“You’re my mess though. All mine.”
EPILOGUE ONE
THORNE
“Fuck yes.” I throw my head back and release a long moan, relieving a little of the tension. “You’ve got a mouth on you, girl, and I’m the luckiest fuck alive to have it on me.”
It’s not just her mouth, either, although she’s got skills that would bring the strongest man to his knees.
No, it’s also her damn enthusiasm. On her knees, those wide, innocent eyes looking up at me all twinkly and teasing, with her mouth stretched around the girth of my monster. Damn, just that look on her face tells me she’s exactly where she wants to be.
There’s few things in this life that are better than the view I have right now.
Her tongue swirls and flicks, her tiny hand pumping the base of my shaft, slick with her spit. My balls start to tighten and I know it won’t be long.
She feels it, too. She knows me so well. I’m close to the edge and she knows it, opening her throat as she presses her face forward, taking as much as she can even as she gags, keeping her eyes pinned on mine.
“You want it, babygirl?”
I reach down to tangle my fingers in her hair. My cock is already dripping cum onto her tongue and I know I’m ready to burst.
She blinks a few times in reply and brings a hand up to cup my balls. Little vixen knows what she’s doing.
“God, you’re going to get your cunt chewed out for having such a filthy mouth, little bird.” I say through gritted teeth, trying desperately to hold on for another second, another minute. “My filthy mouth, because it belongs to me. Shit, better get ready.”
Her eyes light up as my cock stiffens and stretches to its full extent. I know what it means. I start face fucking her, watching her eyes start to tear, spit running down her chin. She’s never more beautiful to me than right now. When she gives her all, and I can see the furious excitement in her whole face. When she leaves the world behind just to please me, without thought of how she looks or sounds or what anyone else may think.
She’s mine, and the messier we get the better in my book.
I cum with a roar, filling her throat with jets of semen as my legs start to quake beneath me, the adrenalin rush making them loose and distant. I grab her hair with my other hand and hold on. This happens every time with her. My body locks up and I go away for a good minute, somewhere even I don’t recognize. She’s just that good.
When I finally return to the land of the living, she’s still licking and cleaning my cock. She never lets a drop go to waste. And that’s just one of an infinite number of reasons I wake up smiling every fucking day since I met her. I’m thankful. Thankful to have her in my life.
“Come here.” I pull her to stand, gathering her into me, and she looks up with a little grin threatening the corners of her mouth. She knows what I want next and she’s ready. “You are such a good girl.”
My lips come down to meet hers, my tongue licking her lips first before plunging into her mouth. I love to taste myself on her or in her. Sex is a part of who we are, and my cum is a symbol of that. It’s us, something that nobody else will ever experience, and anything that is us is something I want a part of.
When I pull back, her face breaks into a smile that sends fireworks exploding in my heart.
“You taste better than the MocoLoco I had this morning,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip and making my dick diamond hard for her again. That damn lip bite gets me every time. “I like being your official new flavor taste tester, but none of them will ever come close to this.”
When we come up with new possible donut flavors I always bring them home to her to test. She’s sweet, but believe me when I say I trust her mouth for more than just taking care of my needy dick. She knows when a donut flavor is going to be a hit or not.
“Yeah? Is the MocoLoco gonna fly?”
“Yep. It passed the test. I ate three.” She puffs her cheeks out and gives her signature giggle, and that is music to my ears.
“Don’t start. You’re fucking hotter than the damn sun, little bird.” My hand falls to shift her a bit so I can rub her belly
She’s gaining curves and I couldn’t be happier. The more of her the better in my book. Three months along and her tummy is just starting to have that little roundness. I can’t wait for each day to arrive, just so that I can see it grow.
“Thorne.” Her forehead drops to my chest.
“Babygirl.” My words come out thick and stern. She’s worried about something and she knows better than to worry without sharing it with me.
“I feel bad, because I don’t feel bad.”
“That’s because you don’t have anything to feel bad about.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her over to the sofa, settle her in. The breeze coming off the ocean fills the open room with the salty scent of the water. It’s calming, and that’s what she needs right now. She’s my responsibility to look after, and that means making sure she’s comfortable every fucking hour of every fucking day.
Part of my responsibility in that regard is making sure she eats well, because she’s not just eating for herself any more, she’s eating for the baby, too. I cooked her breakfast this morning, although I admit it wasn’t until after I ate her sweet cunt for an hour and made sure she took a nice, relaxing shower. I’m her alarm clock now, and the only way to wake her up in a mood that is less than El Diablo himself is to give her a few orgasms before she has to face the world.
