When he stills, I feel his release fill me. I’m not even close to reaching my own climax, but later I’ll go home and bring myself there, remembering just how much he likes the way I feel, just how much I turn him on.
He releases my neck and folds over my back, his chest pressing against me, his weight heavy, but I welcome it all. His lips touch the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. “I wish we could be alone, together, not like this,” I breathe.
“Soon, Channing. Soon we will be together,” he rasps as he pulls out of me.
I straighten my skirt, pulling my panties back up my legs. I feel his release pool in them, and the naughtiness makes my cheeks tint pink. “Do you? Do you sleep with her too?” I ask, speaking of his wife.
That darkness in his eyes, it appears again. I watch as he shoves his phone into his pocket before he lifts his hand, cupping my cheek with a smile.
“Of course not. Now that I have you, and we have this, I couldn’t imagine being inside of anyone else. There’s only you, Channing. Besides, why would I go to her, when I can have your tight pussy wrapped around me? She feels nowhere near as good as you do,” he winks.
My face feels hot at his words. Embarrassment rushes through me as he talks about how I feel, down there. I bite my bottom lip, my eyes staying connected to his. He brushes his lips across mine. “Go home, Channing. Maybe we can meet up after the football game Friday?” he asks.
Inhaling a breath, my lips break out into a huge smile and I nod. “Yes,” I sigh.
With an extra bounce to my step, I quickly leave the classroom, excited for Friday night and what is to come. Mr. Bridges and I are going to have the most beautiful future, I can just feel it, down to my bones. I can’t wait until I graduate and we can finally be together.
Soon.
It’s going to happen so soon, I can practically taste it.
Chapter One
RYLAN
TWO YEARS LATER
I squint as I look around. Everything is just a little bit brighter than it was behind those gates. I’m free. Although, I don’t quite feel it, yet. Will I ever? I don’t know. Probably not. I have a suspicion that the feeling of being watched, of constantly having to look over my shoulder is something that will never go away.
There is nobody waiting for me on the other side of the prison wall. No bitch to call my own who has been pining for me. No parent who has missed their bouncing baby boy.
Nobody.
Nothing.
Just like the last five years.
Not one visitor.
I don’t feel sorry for myself, not really. I deserve so much worse. At least I’m breathing. I’m alive, unlike the people I killed. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walk toward the parking lot. There’s a bus depot at the end of this road, and I have just enough money to buy a one-way ticket to my hometown, thanks to the state of Texas.
Maybe I shouldn’t go back. I’ll probably slip into the same old shit, but I need to try to be better. To be a better person. I need to try.
Not for myself.
I need to try for the two lives I cut short. If it was all for nothing, then I should just walk my ass right back into that prison and rot for the rest of my days. I won’t let my past, my childhood, define me anymore. I’m better than that, better than my parents. I have to be.
Walking up to the ticket counter, I look at the weathered man who sits there. He looks solemn, angry at the world, and I don’t blame him. It’s easy to be pissed off. So fucking easy.
“Where you headed?” he barks, his voice hoarse and rough.
Inhaling a deep breath, I release it with a sigh. “Burnet, Texas,” I rumble.
He eyes me suspiciously, obvious as to where I’m coming from. He probably sees a dozen released inmates a month come through here. I doubt he trusts even a single one of us, I know that I wouldn’t—not in a million years.
“You cause any trouble, the drivers carry, and you’ll be hauled right fuckin’ back here, boy,” he growls, pointing over to the prison walls behind me.
I lift my chin, not bothering to let this man’s words get to me. There is no reason to be angry. He’s looking at me, right at me, and judging me as he rightfully should. He knows I’m a convict. It’s what I am. There is no other way to describe me. Other than murderer. I will be this tainted man for the rest of my life—forever known as a murderer and convict.
“Understood,” I nod.
He narrows his blue eyes and nods as well as he hands me the ticket. I thank him and walk over to a bench. Sitting down, I stretch my legs out in front of me. I haven’t seen my hometown in five years. Haven’t heard any of the small town gossip. Haven’t even heard the score of a high school football game. Nothing.
Chuckling, I look down at my hands as they rest on my knees. Football. I miss seeing the Bulldogs on a Friday night. More so, I miss the minuscule town I’m actually from. It isn’t Burnet, though that’s where I went to school. My town is so small it doesn’t even have a high school. In fact, it doesn’t have any school. We were bussed in to attend classes.
Gallup, Texas. Population, four-hundred-sixty-eight. That’s where I have always called home. We have one gas station and two stop signs. County roads, all dirt and gravel. One trailer park, where naturally I grew up, and a general store. That is my town. All that there is. A bunch of dirt roads, and houses way off the main road.
I close my eyes as I wait for the bus to show. Letting out a sigh, I scrub my hand over my face. I feel another person’s presence and look to my right. It’s a girl. Young, pretty, petite. She glances over at me and smiles, her cheeks tinting pink.
Biting the corner of my lip, I wonder if I could, if I had time before the bus shows.
“Hey,” she exhales next to me.
“You here for your weekly visit?” I ask, jerking my head toward the prison.
She nods, turning toward me a bit more. Her body language is open, her tits straining under the skin tight low scoop neck top. My eyes stay glued to her cleavage. Goddamn, I haven’t seen real tits in five years. Five fucking long years.
“Visiting my old man. Texas don’t allow conjugal visitation,” she pouts.
I lick my bottom lip, “No? How long he been in?” I chance asking.
She leans forward, giving me a perfect view of her tits. “Six years, and he’s in for life,” she breathes.
Standing, I clear my throat. “Goin’ to the bathroom,” I offer.
If she wants some dick, I’ll be more than willing to give it to her. Walking over to the men’s bathroom, I grab a couple quarters out of my pocket and shove it in the condom dispenser, thankful that it’s here. I’m typically not one to fuck bare, but I would definitely have to make an exception today, I’m horny as fuck.
As soon as the condom falls into my waiting hand, the door flies open and she’s there. Turning to watch her, she flips the door locked and stalks toward me. I watch as she hikes her skirt up, revealing her lack of panties.
“It’s gonna be fast,” I warn, my cock already hard enough to pound nails.
She grins. “Good. Make sure it’s hard too.”
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pick her up, pressing her back against the wall. She reaches between us, unbuckling and unzipping my pants like a goddamn pro. I shove them down my legs and quickly sheath my dick. Lifting my hand to my lips, I spit on my fingers, bring them to her pussy and slip them inside of her warm heat.