Dad glances around, takes my elbow, and guides me away from the crowd. “Lower your voice, you’re causing a scene. People are starting to stare.”
“So?” I yank my arm away from him. “Let them look. You know what they’ll see? A grown woman having fun at a dance. You have a great night, Dad.”
I merge with the dance crowd, moving in time with the music. I take a moment to collect myself, and then really settle into the fun I came here to have. It feels like forever ago that I hung out with any of my peers from school, but it doesn’t take long for the smiles to welcome me back into the fold. Are they catching glimpses of who I used to be?
How unrecognizable to them have I become over the years, as I withdrew further and further into my shell? Do I seem like a stranger to them?
I certainly feel like a stranger. As much as I want to feel connected to these people, I can’t. I’m no longer the shell I became under Dad’s burdens, but I’m not who I was back then either. I’m something new and fresh; something poised on the edge of an entirely new beginning, where I can be anyone I want and go anywhere I want. Every possibility is now open to me, and as overwhelming as that may feel, I’m excited by it.
I make my way toward an exit, in need some fresh air and a hug from the man I love.
14
DARYL
Iwatch her from the shadows. She walks straight past me and keeps on going. She moseys around the dark garden as if she’s more interested in smelling the herbs it’s growing than she is in meeting me for a secretive slow dance. And I know why.
The Raynor twins are sneaking sips of their Daddy’s whiskey behind the woodsheds, and they’ve seen her walk past — I can tell by the nearby giggles and the quips about how much wood they’d like to store inhershed. Little shitheads. I’ll find a way to knock their gourds together later and teach ‘em some respect. I’d do more if they were old enough to grow dick hairs, but they ain’t, so I’ll let ‘em live.
Can’t fault their opinion of Cady, after all. She’s hotter than a stand of Osage Orange on fire, and after watching her cook her dad’s goose to perfection, I’m going to need me some of that sweet, sassy heat. Watching her confidently cut him down to size got me so fucking hard it’s unreal. What a blaze of fucking glory.
I stay silent and still, watching her pale skin shine in what little light there is to see by. She’s luminous despite the lack of moon glow, and she winds through the garden paths, almost dancing each step she takes. She’s beautiful. Ethereal.Free.
The twins’ mom calls their name, and they scamper away, leaving Cady and I blissfully alone.
The moment they’re gone, she trots over to where I’m hiding behind the trees, near the garden’s bricked wall. From a what I can tell, she’s not wearing any underwear, definitely not a supportive bra, and I watch her every captivating jiggle with a grin.
As soon as she’s close enough, I reach out, grab her, and reel her into my secret woodland lair. I pull her in close, kiss the top of her head, and rock us in a slow, sultry dance, even though the music playing out into the night is more up-tempo. It feels like too long since I touched her, and I’m desperate to hold as much of her body against mine as I can.
“This isn’t a very good hiding spot,” she whispers. “I could absolutely see the size and shape of you standing in here like a creeper.”
“Probably because you werelookingfor the size and shape of me, you sexy little predator.” I flash her my best smile, and she smothers a giggle.
I spin her around, tug up her dress, lift her from the ground, and press her to the wall with my hips. “Did I tell you how fucking turned on I was when you bitch-slapped your dad with your verbal badass-ery?”
“Is it as turned on as you are right now?” she asks, rubbing herself against the bulge in my jeans. “Because that seems like a lot.”
“I’ll fucking show youa lot.” I grapple with my jeans, to free my cock, and then I drive it straight into her slick, ready heat.
My breath rushes out of me when I find her tight as fuck.Holy shit,I know this feeling. No wonder she’s squirming and gasping for air too.
“You’re wearing aplug?” Filled with shock and awe, I try to curb my enthusiasm.
“Uh-huh.” She pants and mewls, making a hell of a noise as she rocks her hips and adjusts to accommodating my cock as well.
“Fuck.” I clamp my hand over her moans and thrust into her, loving the way the bulbous plug in her ass is forcing her to squeeze my cock so beautifully. “You’re going to have to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet if you don’t want us to get caught, Miss Malone.”
The second I ease my hand from her mouth, she tilts her head back against the wall and moans again. I hurry to smother it and then keep my hand sealed tightly over her lips. “We’ll just keep this here, then,” I say with a suppressed chuckle as I piston my hips. “It’s hard to keep myself quiet too, babe,” I whisper, low and close. “You feel fucking incredible. And you’re fucking dripping with need.God. You’ve been dancing around all night with this thing in there?”
It’s too much. She’s too perfect. How can I be this fucking lucky? I grind her clit and fuck her faster, grateful for the wall at her back that’s keeping us from going anywhere butPleasure-town.
I pump my thick cock into her tight, juicy, little cunt, and want to both moan and cringe at how loud the wet sounds of our fucking are. If anyone walks by, they’re going to hear us, and if they come to investigate, it’ll set off the bombshell we’ve been hoping to avoid until Cady feels strong enough to handle it. She’s already lit the fuse with her dad tonight, and although we’re both turned on by theriskof getting caught while we’re sneaking a quick fuck, someone actually catching us in the act isn’t part of the plan. There’s no way to smother the current volume of our gloriously erotic sounds, so we either need to get done incredibly fast or we need to stop until we can get away from here altogether.
A ripple of energy shudders through Cady’s cunt, and she pulls tighter around my cock.
Done fast, it is.
I grin and nip at her ear. “Mmm. Quick-trigger Cady. That’s my girl.” I pin my hand over her mouth more firmly as she starts to buck, and then I join her in the final dash to the finish. I slam into her slurping cunt as the pressure of my own release rushes to the fore. “Gimme what you’ve got, Babe.”