I could feel the pleasure building inside of my body, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm, but before I could reach it, he pulled out of me, spinning my body around so that I bent over the table. I barely had time to adjust to the new position before he was inside of me again, taking me rougher than ever from behind.
I couldn’t stop the loud cry of surprise and pure pleasure that came out of my mouth, and I gripped the edge of the table so hard that my knuckles turned white.
Butch was frenzied as he took me, and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough.
My orgasm barreled into me, sending me flying right over the edge and into oblivion. Butch followed me, calling out my name in a harsh bark of a sound as he filled me with his cum.
It was perfect, and I felt a flutter in my chest that I’d never experienced before. Terrified that it was a sign of deep feelings developing for Butch, ones that would make it impossible to ever let him go, I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t afford to allow myself to go there.
It wasn’t meant to be.
* * *
“It’s the least you can do after the way you disappeared at the fundraiser,” my mother said, frowning at me. “You just left poor Hunter there when he came to seeyou.”
“He came because you invited him, Mom,” I said, flipping through the dresses in my closet to find one that would be suitable for dinner at a five-star restaurant.
“Don’t be ridiculous. He was looking for you at that party, which got out of hand quickly, just so you know.”
I rolled my eyes since my back was facing her. I had left Sean in charge of things when I went after Butch this afternoon. After our session in the back room of the bar, I’d left, giving him an excuse about needing to get back to help Sean. I felt terrible about lying, like I’d used him for sex, but I couldn’t help feeling the need to get out of there. I was freaked out by the growing affection I had for him.
Up until now, I had been thinking of him as an addiction of sorts, like being with him gave me a high that I was constantly chasing. It was impossible to fight, but no deeper than that. Now I knew the truth. I was falling for the guy.
That wassonot a part of the plan.
I hadn’t gone back to the soup kitchen like I’d said. Instead, I’d called Sean and got a status update. He’d announced the winning poker hands. Out of nearly two hundred participants, we’d had two with the highest poker hand possible—the royal flush. That worked out perfectly, since Outlaw Souls and Black Satin had provided enough prizes for up to five winners. Instead the Lagavulin, restaurant gift cards, and Harley-Davidson shot glasses were divided among the two winners.
Sean had told me that everyone stuck around partying for hours, enjoying the band. There was dancing and Sean had managed to recruit a few new volunteers. I wasn’t sure what part of that my mom considered “out of hand,” but I wasn’t surprised at her disapproval.
Grabbing a black dress out of the closet, I kneeled to pick out a pair of heels. Once I’d settled on a pair of two-inch peek-a-boo heels, I stood and turned to face my mother.
“If you want me to go on this date, you should leave and let me get changed.”
“It’s not about what I want,” she said indignantly. “We’re talking about your future husband here. I only told him you would go to dinner with him tonight to make up for you leaving the fundraiser.”
“Very thoughtful of you,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Now please go.”
Spine ramrod straight, she walked out of my room with a wounded look on her face. Normally that would make me feel guilty, but not today. She’d been too high-handed this time, making a date for me with Hunter without even asking me.
I pulled on my dress and heels, then went to stand in front of my full-length mirror. The dress was simple, a sleeveless black sheath with a lace overlay. It was conservative despite being form-fitting, falling to my knees.
I pulled my hair back into a simple twist, holding it in place with a jeweled hair clip. A little red lipstick and eyeliner finished my look, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw the person that I was supposed to be. I was polished and poised. Conservative and feminine.
No one would ever guess that this woman had been fucked in a bar just a few hours ago.
There it was again, that thrill that came from rebellion. It felt like electricity gathering at the base of my spine.
I heard the doorbell ring. Hunter was here. Grabbing my purse, I hurried down the stairs, opening the door just before my mother could reach it. I was out of breath but tried to hide it as I greeted Hunter.
“Hi.”
I could tell by his half-smile that he could see that I was struggling to catch my breath.
“You okay?” he asked.
I stepped out on the porch and closed the door behind me, knowing my mom was on the other side, probably huffing in annoyance.
“Fine,” I said. “Just hungry. Let’s go.”
