I swung and hit him in the mouth.
A good enough punch to shut him up.
He fell into the side of his car like he had no bones in his body.
I got closer and took a rib shot, just for good measure.
“Now listen to me, Don,” I said. “You shut your mouth or I’ll make this worse. You want to piss blood?”
“No,” he said.
“Good. So here’s how this goes. You apologize to my woman for what you did to her. You get into your car and go back to your hotel or wherever you’re staying. You can jerk off if you need to. And then you never talk about this. Ever. If you talk, Rick will break your jaw. And I’ll show your wife the pictures I took of you and your date.”
“Pictures?” Don asked.
“Oh, yeah, man. The second Abby told me what you did to her, I’ve been following you.”
I hadn’t been following him at all.
But what he didn’t know…
“Christ,” Don said. “I love my wife. I love my daughter. I have a problem.”
“Yes, you do,” I said. “Now apologize.”
Don stood and turned. He put his hands together and addressed Abby. “I’m so sorry. Okay? I was wrong. I was stupid. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You all did such a good job for my daughter. She was so happy. And I just…”
“You thought I was a whore,” Abby said.
“Yes,” Don said. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
I looked at Abby.
She nodded.
Rick was on his way back.
I opened the car door for Don.
He started to move and I stopped him.
“Which hand, Abby?” I called out.
“Left,” she said.
“What are you doing?” Don asked.
“Listen to my client,” Rick’s voice boomed from behind Don.
He crouched and looked like a bee was attacking him.
I grabbed his wrist and put his left hand in the door.
“Move your hand and Rick is going to take over,” I warned Don.
Don shut his eyes.
I slammed the car door on his hand and Don screamed.
Then I walked to Abby.
“Anything else you want to add here, honey?” I asked.
Abby grabbed my shirt and moved to her toes.
“This means nothing,” she said.
Then her lips made their way to meet mine.
Abby climbed on top of me in the back of the SUV.
I was suddenly engulfed by the taste of her mouth, the smell of her hair and clothes. My lips touched the skin of her neck. My tongue flickering, teasing and tasting.
My hands moved up her back and dug into her hair.
Her hips began to twist, making circles that brought my cock to life in seconds.
It throbbed and I wanted to fuck her right there in the back of the SUV.
It’s Abby…
I pulled my mouth from her neck.
My hands moved from her hair to her sides.
I gently lifted her enough to put a little breathing room between her and my cock.
But it was too late.
I was rock hard.
She grabbed the back of the seat.
Staring down at me with pouty lips from kissing me.
Rick drove fast, understanding what was happening.
But Rick didn’t know the history of Abby and I.
It had been years since I kissed her. Since I felt her against me.
Yet it seemed like just last week was the last time she playfully ground her ass to my cock to make me hard.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Then don’t stop me,” she said.
She lowered down and moved again.
I hissed and picked her back up again. “What the fuck, honey… are you trying to kill me right now?”
“What’s wrong, rock star? Can’t hold your load? It’s okay. You can mess your jeans. I won’t tell anyone.”
I curled my lip.
I moved my right hand to the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss me again.
Our tongues met with a wicked force. Both of us wanting to take control of the kiss. Both of us not going to let up. It also didn’t help matters that we were now taking our anger and frustration out through sexual need.
Her ass slammed down against my cock so hard, I felt a quick sting of pain.
I jumped and groaned, thrusting up at her.
My left hand moved over her shirt and I cupped her right breast.
I squeezed… hard…
Abby grabbed my hand and shoved it away.
She broke the kiss. “It’s not a fucking squeeze toy, Reed. Fuck.”
My hands were at her back again.
I pulled her against me, burying my face in her tits.
Over her shirt. Gritting my teeth. Damn near suffocating myself.
Abby wiggled her hips over and over, really trying to tease me into coming.
My left hand slipped down her body and I hooked my middle finger to her belt loop and lifted her up. My right hand cut between us and flicked open the button on her jeans in less than a second.
She was wearing panties tonight.
For some reason that made me harder.
My fingers slipped into the front of her panties and I felt the soft stubble of her hair, guiding me down to her sweet center.
Her warm skin gave way to a wet pool that made me hiss again.
I looked up at her.
“All because I beat up a guy?” I asked. “Damn, honey, you’re easy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Reed,” she said. “It’s not just that.”
“Then what is it?” I asked. “You never stopped thinking of me, right? You’ve been aching for my fingers, tongue, and dick for years, right?”
“Not even close,” she said.
I twisted my fingers and parted her delicious folds, the fingertip of my middle finger introducing itself to her clit.
Her body jerked and she gasped.
I gently moved left to right with my finger.
“Then what is it, honey? What is this?”
Abby’s eyes were on fire. “This is a need. You’re my whore right now.”
I laughed.
Abby brought her mouth down to mine again.
My fingers danced on her clit like I was playing a bass solo in front of forty thousand screaming FILTHY LINE fans.
The solo finished when Abby whimpered into my mouth and her left hand grabbed my wrist to get me to stop. I felt the warm rush of her desire and knew I had done my job.
The SUV came to a stop.
Just in time.
Abby gasped for breaths with her mouth way too close to mine.
“I’m saying this once,” she said. “Don’t make it a big deal.”
“Oh, I’m a big deal,” I said. “You can feel my big deal right now.”
“Shut up, Reed. Just listen to me.”
“Anything for you, honey,” I whispered.
Abby looked at me.
It was Abby… and this was completely wrong and stupid. This was nothing but a ball of regret and someone was going to get hurt.
But her honey was on my fingertips.
My cock dripped with a begging need to feel her body just one last time.
Abby took a deep breath and reached for the door and opened it.
She got out of the SUV.
“What do you have to tell me,” I asked as I sat there, pitching a giant tent in my jeans.