Chapter 33

As if Tuesday wasn’t bad enough, Wednesday dragged like chilled molasses on a winter morning. Throughout another mind-numbing series of classes, the murmuring voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher droned. Let’s face it, in my mind, I was already in Vegas.

With Chanelle.

Chains? Really?

When I chuckled, the girl next to me, a cute redhead whose name I couldn’t recall, gave me the strangest look. Perhaps she’d flashed me that grin before, but I hadn’t noticed. It made no difference, since my brain was again meandering through image after image. What outfits did Chanelle wear while dancing?

After school, I didn’t bother attending practice. Instead, I took advantage of the warm, clear break in the fall weather to work on the pickup at home.

As I shifted a wrench, tightening the alternator belt, the heat of the sun sent rivulets of sweat down my neck. At the sound of wheels crunching to a halt behind the truck, I straightened while wiping my hands on a greasy towel.

A red Mustang.

My heartbeat drummed.

When Mrs. Jenkins slipped from the car with a grin on her made-up face, my pulse skyrocketed.

“Hello, Hiram,” she said before shoving the door shut and revealing the tiny black skirt and taut bandeau top spray-painted to her curves.

“Uh, hello, Mrs. Jen—Cindy.” As that primal growl spiraled upward in my core, my eyes couldn’t stop roaming her figure. I was not subtle. Every breath she took dragged my vision to her chest while the shifting of her hips pulled it back to her pelvis. “Coach said you were too, um, broken up to say goodbye.”

“Because that’s what I told Denny. Do you think I’d miss one last chance to be with you”—with a tremor rippling through her, she glanced along the street before adding in a breathless whisper—”my love.”

And right then, the growl erupted from shaking lips.

As she click-clacked closer on tall black stiletto sandals, every rhythmic motion of her slender frame sent blood pumping louder in my head. Once stopped before me, Cindy raised on her toes to press her soft, full lips to mine. With the iron-hard spikes atop her firm globes pushing into my chest, I dropped the towel to wrap her in my arms. A moan tore from her as my tongue dived deep, finding hers and playing in her rolling mouth. As her pelvis ground into my growing tightness, her sharp nails clawed along my back.

Time became nothing. If somebody saw us embracing, so what? If the universe imploded. Again, I couldn’t care any less. The entire world beyond her molten emerald pools, and sleek, writhing frame, disappeared. Though the sun heated my skin, having Cindy in my arms seared my soul.

When at last she pulled from me, smiling, she skimmed her fingers along my biceps.

“Mmm, I, uh”—she ran her glittering pink tongue around her glossy red lips and sighed—”just, um, wanted to make sure you’d remember me, Hiram.” While every nerve in my body tingled, she dragged her nails over the front of my jeans. “Hmm, yes, you’re definitely gonna miss me.” Air hissed through my teeth when her palm pressed into my throbbing bulge. “And, God knows, I’ll miss you so much, baby.”

At forceful, chaotic tugging on my zipper, I gripped her wrist. As her emerald pools blazed, I stared down into her red-cheeked face. While the flickering tip of her tongue zipped across her lips, I inspected her shaking little body. Although I could’ve said, “mine,” I remained silent. After Atlanta, when we’d exchanged those same looks, nothing needed to be said. There was no doubt, married or not, Mrs. Cindy Jenkins was mine.

Instead, after a curt nod, I dragged the panting, wobbling woman behind me towards the house. Thank God, momma was out visiting church friends. After kicking open the front door, I flung Cindy to the couch.

With a giggle, she’d barely tapped the worn leather before ripping off the top, leaving her jiggling tits winking up at me as I elbowed the door closed. Around her gleaming bare shoulders, a cascade of yellow-blonde dropped like a shimmering curtain. While squirming to stretch across the worn leather, her microscopic skirt bunched to reveal her glistening petals. When she caught my eyebrows raising at the sight of her bare pussy, her teeth sank into her lower lip.

“I’m such a nasty little whore, aren’t I, Hiram?” As she slid one glimmering fingernail along her slit, she managed a hitching chuckle. “I’ve been so wet, baby. I gave up on panties.”

Instead of speaking, I tugged down my shorts. With a groan, she locked onto my swaying hard shaft. As a louder moan escaped her shaky lips, she shifted her compact frame to spread her trembling legs.

“Is this what you’re going to miss, Cindy?” While smiling, I gripped my root and waved my full, dark rod.

“No, baby,” she whispered as I lowered myself over her. At my tilting head, she flashed me a grin before flicking her tongue out to nudge my lips. “I’m gonna miss all of you, Hiram. All of you.”

Once her shaking fingers settled next to my tight fist, Cindy’s eyes held mine as she guided my thumping mass to the entrance of her soft wetness. At the nudge of my throbbing bulb into her core, air hissed from us both. As her warm breaths sped, once again, except for Cindy, the world disappeared. When she tugged, she even began wavering as her searing velvet gave way before my plunging cock. Through the rush of blood in my ears, her rising, ceaseless groan matched mine.

“Mmm, hmm. Oh, Hiram. Mmm, oh God. This is where you belong, baby. Mmm, mmm. Inside me. God, how my pussy misses you. Every damned minute of every damned day.” As I pierced her writhing frame, Cindy’s watering eyes widened, and her breathing hitched. “Oh, fuck, Hiram. Oh, baby. Mmm, that’s so good. I—I crave you, you know?”

“I know, Cindy.”

“Oh, that’s it. You could stay, baby. Mmm, yes,” she murmured as I rocked my pelvis. Low slurping sounded with each gentle stroke of her slippery tightness. At the pulsations of her silken walls, nerves across my body ignited. “You’d come over and fuck me—anytime. Mmm, hmm. Yes. Oh, yes. Anytime you want, baby. Mmm, God. Oh, yes, baby. Denny doesn’t mind. Mmm. Really, he doesn’t.”

But as Cindy’s glossy eyes focused on me, glittering tears slipped free of them. My future was with Chanelle. In Vegas. Before she could plead again, I dropped my lips to hers. As one, our groans grew more insistent. Just as her tongue shot into my mouth to play with mine, I rushed back and forth inside her clenching flesh. While her legs flew to wrap around my speeding hips, her nails, much shakier, skipped along my spine. Sad or not, those emerald pools, aflame once more, were also ravenous.