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My left hand was still against her
stomach. If I moved my hand up, I could cup her tit. Rip it right from her bra.
Feel the warmth and heaviness. My thumb teasing her nipple, feeling it getting
hard. Better yet, I could move my hand down. Shove my hand right into her jeans
and panties and find her wet slit. She ’ d
be wet for me. She ’ d be wet
for my touch. But she wouldn ’ t
be prepared for what I wanted to do to her.
I gritted my teeth and broke away
from her again.
I walked forward, my back to her. “ Put your shirt back on. ”
“ What? ”
“ You
fucking heard me. Enough. ”
I rushed to the bathroom door and
slammed the door shut. I went to the sink and turned on the cold water. I
leaned down and considered drowning myself in. I considered opening my jeans
and stuffing my dick into the sink, too.
This was bullshit. This had to
stop.
I couldn ’ t touch her again. I couldn ’ t kiss her. I couldn ’ t
fuck her.
I had to keep to the plan.
Just keep her alive.
12.
(Winter)
I lost track of the days because
they all started to blend together. The first night was the worst though. Tripp
ordered food and went to pick it up. He left his gun under the pillow on the
bed and told me to kill anyone who wasn ’ t
him.
We ate in silence. We barely
talked. I lay in the bed that night as he stood on the balcony. Part of me
wanted to wake up and find him next to me, but that didn ’ t happen. He slept on the floor.
It then became rinse and repeat.
We left the motel to walk for food,
to do laundry, and I got Tripp to break down and actually take me to the beach.
That lasted all of twenty minutes and consisted of him constantly looking
around, not enjoying himself. Yeah, we weren ’ t
there on a vacation. We were there to hide and survive. I was fully clothed,
couldn ’ t enjoy the
atmosphere. I locked myself in the bathroom after that for an hour and cried.
When I emerged, Tripp was on the balcony again, on his cell phone. One hand to
his ear, the other waving like crazy.
He was pissed.
Probably about taking care of me.
I had been nothing but a liability
from day one - not just to Tripp either.
That night I considered bolting. If
it meant stealing his car, then I would do it. I could get on the highway and
go east. As far east as I could make it before I ’ d
figure out a plan or get caught and killed.
I fell asleep with intentions of
doing just that. When I woke a few hours later, Tripp was at the door. Sitting
at the door, asleep. One leg up, a hat down over his face, his keys in his
hand. It was like he knew what I was thinking. He was fucking with me even
worse than when he talked to me and touched me.
The worst part of it all was
feeling stuck. I didn ’ t
want to go home because there was no home for me. The converted garage was
owned by the MC. It had been Rocky ’ s
place and now the MC had their hands on it. Which was fine. This wasn ’ t my dream house or dream town.
I was like a wave in the ocean; just going with the flow. Moving along, pushing
to the shore, pulling back, doing it again and again.
I was outside on the balcony
watching the water, a nice breeze blowing from the side. I begged my mind to
slip away. It started to do just that when I heard the door slide open.
Tripp then stood next to me. Black
jeans. A white shirt that seemed unfair to fit his body the way it did. For the
love of everything, I could see the ripples of his stomach when the wind pushed
the shirt tight to his body! I couldn ’ t
remember the last time I felt really turned on and really able to be pleasured.
There was a difference between coming and feeling good while coming.
We stood there for a little bit.
“ At
night, ” Tripp said.
“ What? ”
“ That ’ s when we ’ ll go down and walk around. I promise. I know you
want to go down there right now. But I don ’ t
want to risk anything. I ’ ve
been talking to Stoney and he ’ s
had guys around the house for days. No
My left hand was still against her
stomach. If I moved my hand up, I could cup her tit. Rip it right from her bra.
Feel the warmth and heaviness. My thumb teasing her nipple, feeling it getting
hard. Better yet, I could move my hand down. Shove my hand right into her jeans
and panties and find her wet slit. She ’ d
be wet for me. She ’ d be wet
for my touch. But she wouldn ’ t
be prepared for what I wanted to do to her.
I gritted my teeth and broke away
from her again.
I walked forward, my back to her. “ Put your shirt back on. ”
“ What? ”
“ You
fucking heard me. Enough. ”
I rushed to the bathroom door and
slammed the door shut. I went to the sink and turned on the cold water. I
leaned down and considered drowning myself in. I considered opening my jeans
and stuffing my dick into the sink, too.
This was bullshit. This had to
stop.
I couldn ’ t touch her again. I couldn ’ t kiss her. I couldn ’ t
fuck her.
I had to keep to the plan.
Just keep her alive.
12.
(Winter)
I lost track of the days because
they all started to blend together. The first night was the worst though. Tripp
ordered food and went to pick it up. He left his gun under the pillow on the
bed and told me to kill anyone who wasn ’ t
him.
We ate in silence. We barely
talked. I lay in the bed that night as he stood on the balcony. Part of me
wanted to wake up and find him next to me, but that didn ’ t happen. He slept on the floor.
It then became rinse and repeat.
We left the motel to walk for food,
to do laundry, and I got Tripp to break down and actually take me to the beach.
That lasted all of twenty minutes and consisted of him constantly looking
around, not enjoying himself. Yeah, we weren ’ t
there on a vacation. We were there to hide and survive. I was fully clothed,
couldn ’ t enjoy the
atmosphere. I locked myself in the bathroom after that for an hour and cried.
When I emerged, Tripp was on the balcony again, on his cell phone. One hand to
his ear, the other waving like crazy.
He was pissed.
Probably about taking care of me.
I had been nothing but a liability
from day one - not just to Tripp either.
That night I considered bolting. If
it meant stealing his car, then I would do it. I could get on the highway and
go east. As far east as I could make it before I ’ d
figure out a plan or get caught and killed.
I fell asleep with intentions of
doing just that. When I woke a few hours later, Tripp was at the door. Sitting
at the door, asleep. One leg up, a hat down over his face, his keys in his
hand. It was like he knew what I was thinking. He was fucking with me even
worse than when he talked to me and touched me.
The worst part of it all was
feeling stuck. I didn ’ t
want to go home because there was no home for me. The converted garage was
owned by the MC. It had been Rocky ’ s
place and now the MC had their hands on it. Which was fine. This wasn ’ t my dream house or dream town.
I was like a wave in the ocean; just going with the flow. Moving along, pushing
to the shore, pulling back, doing it again and again.
I was outside on the balcony
watching the water, a nice breeze blowing from the side. I begged my mind to
slip away. It started to do just that when I heard the door slide open.
Tripp then stood next to me. Black
jeans. A white shirt that seemed unfair to fit his body the way it did. For the
love of everything, I could see the ripples of his stomach when the wind pushed
the shirt tight to his body! I couldn ’ t
remember the last time I felt really turned on and really able to be pleasured.
There was a difference between coming and feeling good while coming.
We stood there for a little bit.
“ At
night, ” Tripp said.
“ What? ”
“ That ’ s when we ’ ll go down and walk around. I promise. I know you
want to go down there right now. But I don ’ t
want to risk anything. I ’ ve
been talking to Stoney and he ’ s
had guys around the house for days. No
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