The Filthy Series: The Complete Dark Erotic Serial Novel (12 page)

I pretended it was his cock beneath me. His mouth on me. It was even better than being called mommy. The only proverbial moment where I could feel like a mother, as fucked up as that was. Even Rhett trumped that.

Richard gripped my hips and moaned into my chest.

Would Rhett miss me? Would he be sad when he woke up and I wasn’t there? Would he go back to his life? Would he stick his dick in Sarah and never think of me again? Would he never think of his whore step-sister? The one who made him hard even when he fucking hated her?

The feel of Rhett’s dick in my hand came back. With my back against the green grass of the cemetery, his big body looming over mine. Something warm bubbled inside me. It was that liquid warmth that was sweeter than coke. It was that feeling that made everything else disappear for the barest of moments. It was a good feeling and I thrust my hips harder to reach it. I was almost there. Almost to it. I dug my nails into the scalp beneath my fingertips. Rhett’s scalp. His short blond hair pressing against my skin.

But then the feeling was gone, snatched away with the squeak of the driver’s side door being flung open, the whoosh of a breeze slammed against my skin. “What the—?” But my words were taken from me as big hands snatched me out of the car and off the dick I was riding. I met eyes with the owner of those hands. Eyes that swam with so much hate it made me feel an inch tall. Eyes that reminded me that I hadn’t been fucking Rhett Hale in that truck, but a stranger who liked to call me mommy.

“Rhett?”

TWO

Rhett shoved me away from him and I stumbled backward, my bare ass smacking against the rocky pavement. He yanked Richard out of the truck. “What the fuck is this?” Rhett shouted as he slammed him against the vehicle.

Richard’s dick still hung out of his pants somewhere between hard and soft, the condom dangling pathetically. “Dude—”

But Richard didn’t get to finish his sentence. Rhett’s fist slammed into the side of his face making a terrible smacking sound. Richard reeled and fell to the ground in a heap. I expected him to get up, but he didn’t. He laid completely still, unconscious from the blow. I stared at his limp body in shock, certain the last few seconds hadn’t happened.

But then
he
turned his eyes on me. Rhett. And I knew it was real. Even my imagination couldn’t replicate the abhorrence that swam in his gaze. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, nothing imposing or scary. But the look in his eyes was enough. The muscles bulging under his shirt, his fists clenched at his sides. He was a monster. A monster I knew. A monster that made me fucking horny. My cunt throbbed, wetness making my hips slip and slide against one another as I crawled backward to get away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled. He took big steps eating up the distance between us.

I didn’t know. I didn’t have fucking clue. We were behind the Truck Stop by the old shed in the very back of their big parking lot where truckers could park for the night. The lot wasn’t very full tonight, so the closest truck was a good ways away. I couldn’t run to them. I would never make it in my heels. And they couldn’t see me, the storage shed blocked any chance of a view they might’ve had. But even then, I didn’t know whether I wanted to run the fuck away or throw my head back and beg for him to put his cock in me. But I knew which one I wanted more. The one I fucking
needed.
But that didn’t stop me from running. My heels clacked awkwardly against the pavement as I tried to get away more quickly. But he was on me before I could get more than a few feet.

He snatched me off the ground. “This is what you ran back to?” He squeezed my shoulders and shook me.

“I didn’t run,” I bit out.

“That’s exactly what you fucking did!” he shouted.

I jerked back and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was too strong and he followed me back until I was pressed against the rickety wall of the shed.

“No, it isn’t! I fulfilled my promise, Rhett. I went to that fucking funeral and now it’s done.”

“That’s bullshit!” His eyes were all over me. On my face, my body. Only a few inches separated us.

“Why did you follow me out here?”

He ignored me. “Did you kiss him?”

I frowned. “What?”

“Did you fucking kiss him, Faye?” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder.

“Richard?”

He laughed coldly. “You know his name? You’ve fucked him before?” He squeezed my shoulders harder.

“Yes.” I pressed my hands against his chest and shoved. “Why does it matter?” My assault didn’t even move him an inch.

“You were supposed to stay. I was going to help you.”

“No one can help me, Rhett! Not you, not Sarah. Now leave me alone.” I tried to move around him but he stopped me by pressing his body against mine. I could feel every inch of him against me. My skin was hyper-aware, tingling, and desperate for more. And then I felt his cock. It was thick and hard between us, pressed against my belly.

“But you think Richard,” he sneered the name, “could help you? Is that what he was doing, Faye? Helping you get a better life?”

Anger simmered under my skin. “He was paying me to fuck him, so yes, he was helping me.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I gave him a wide smile, letting the insult roll off my skin. “And you
still
want me,” I hissed. “You just watched me fuck someone else and you’re hard. If anyone here is disgusting, it’s
you
.”

He pressed a hand into my hair, fisting the loose strands before jerking my face closer to his. Up close like this I could see his green eyes reflecting the moon above us. It was almost ethereal to look at. The orbs shiny like glass. “You didn’t answer my question.”

I blinked up at him. “What question?”

“Did you kiss him?”

I giggled and he pulled my hair harder, forcing my head farther back until all I could see was him and his ethereal eyes.

“It’s not a joke, Faye. Did you?”

“What difference does it make?”

“It matters.”

“Why?” I bit down on my plump bottom lip in a way that I knew would make his dick even harder, worrying the flesh with my white teeth. “Are you jealous?”

The word had barely left my mouth when his lips smashed into mine. He held his hand firmly in my hair while he ravaged me. His lips forcing mine open, his tongue snaking inside to duel with mine. I kissed him back.
Of course
I kissed him back. There was no helping it. Nothing else mattered when Rhett’s lips were on mine. Sarah didn’t matter, Taylor didn’t, my mom didn’t, Richard didn’t. None of them existed here and now. None of them could fit in the space between Rhett and I. We were in our own little fucked up world behind a shed in a parking lot where I fucked men for money. Money that I spent on drugs—with one of those men unconscious a few feet away.

All I could feel was Rhett. His teeth clashing against mine. His big body surrounding me. His free hand snaked between us and I moaned into his mouth when he brushed his fingertips against the outside of my thigh.

The touch of his flesh against mine made my whole body shiver. He trailed them around until his hand was between us and sliding slowly amid my parted thighs. My skirt was still pushed up around my hips so I was bare to the world, to
him
. His fingers found the wetness that had leaked out on my thighs and groaned into my mouth, kissing me harder. I ran my hands up and down his strong arms, silently begging him for more, for him to trail his hand up to my cunt.

“You’re fucking wet,” he moaned into my mouth.

I whimpered and kissed him harder, rotating my hips in effort to bring his fingers higher. As if I was a puppet master, he did as I wanted. His fingers brushed against the lips of my pussy and I threw my head back, breaking our kiss.

“Yeah, do you like that?” he grunted, pressing his lips roughly against my neck.

“Fuck, Rhett. Yes. Yes.” I bit down on my lip and looked up at him. I couldn’t even see the hate in his eyes anymore. It was gone and replaced completely with the lust that usually fought with it. The desperation. The need for me radiated from every pore of his being. His stiff dick still pressed against my stomach and I wanted it out. I wanted it in me. I wanted it to replace all the memories of the things that had ruined me. All the faceless men. Taylor. I wanted them all to disappear.

Rhett could make that happen.

Hours ago I had decided not to have him. I had decided to let him go and not ruin my dreams of him with the real thing—but right now I couldn’t walk away. I had to know. I had to have what he could give me.

He slipped his finger in between my pussy lips and caressed my slick folds. I moaned and moved my hips against his fingers knowing that an orgasm wasn’t far away. In fact I was on the cusp of it. On the brink of falling over into something beautiful and perfect.

“Did you kiss him?” Rhett’s words made me blink, made me stare up at him, clearing away some of the clouds in my lust-induced haze.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me.” He thrust his hips against me, spearing his cock against my stomach. “Did you kiss him?” He continued to move his fingers in circles around my tight bud.

“No.” The word tumbled from my mouth.
What difference did it make?

“Were you going to cum for him?”

“Rhett—”

“Answer the fucking question, Faye.” He moved his fingers faster forcing an involuntary moan from my lips. “Answer it,” he grated.

I considered telling him the truth, that I was going to cum, but it was never for Richard. It was for Rhett. It was the images of him that took me to the brink. “I don’t know.” I reached forward and grasped the outline of his cock through his jeans. “But I want you.” I don’t know why I added that last part. Maybe because it was the only truth I had in me at the moment. It was the only thing I could tell him. I wanted him. I’d always wanted him.

“Do you?” He slowed his fingers to a tortuous pace.

I nodded. “You want me too, Rhett.” I sucked on my lip. “Don’t deny it.”

His gaze seemed to harden right before my eyes, the beautiful lust swallowed whole by the hate, but he didn’t move back from me. He didn’t stop his twirling fingers.

“Why didn’t you kiss him?” He leaned in closer, his lips only inches from mine.

“Because he didn’t ask me to.”

“Is that all a man has to do is ask?”

“And pay,” I whispered against his lips. “They always have to pay.” I squeezed the head of his cock and bucked my hips, needing the orgasm, the sweet bliss that would wash me away.

Suddenly Rhett jerked away from me, his absence against my body left me feeling cold. “Wh-what are you doing?” I sputtered.

He rubbed the hand that was damp from my pussy roughly against his pant leg. “You’re a slut.”

The words stung. I should have had a thick skin when it came to him after the last week. But I didn’t. “You’re the one who was playing my pussy, asshole.”

“That was a mistake.” He rubbed the top of his head and tugged on his hair. “I don’t know what came over me.”

A burst of laughter escaped my lips. “Was it? Was it a mistake, Rhett?” I snaked my hand back down to my pussy. My skirt was still pushed up around my hips. “Do you feel bad?” His gaze followed my hand and I knew what he saw. My bare pussy. I’d shaved it the night before my mother’s funeral. I’d been planning on seducing Rhett at the time and wanted to be as alluring as possible. I knew my olive skin looked good enough to suck on and the pink flesh housed between the lips even better.

“What are you doing?” His gaze stayed fastened on my hand.

A moan escaped my lips as I dipped the fingers into my wetness. I ignored his question. “Do you feel bad for doing this to Sarah?” I spread my legs wider, lifting one a few inches off the ground so he could see my hand working the flesh. “Is she at home waiting for you? Is she waiting for you to fuck her? Or is she already asleep?” I moved my hand faster.

“Stop.” I didn’t miss the warning in his voice.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Rhett?” I smirked and lifted my leg a little higher. “You don’t have to watch, you know.”

But he did keep watching. His gaze was fixed on my moving fingers as I tweaked the tight little bud. His eyes were like a caress, making my skin prickle.

“Do you like it, Rhett? You like watching me play with my pussy?”

He grunted but said nothing, pressing the heel of his palm against the erection in his pants. I eyed it, reminding myself that I still hadn’t seen it. I knew he would be big, huge, even. I wanted to see it.

“Pull it out.” I moaned the words and bit down on my lip. I was going to cum soon. “You’ve seen me. Now I want to see you.”

He started to move his hand toward his zipper, but hesitated at the slam of a car door. The sound of tires burning against pavement followed and I recognized Richard’s truck as it zoomed off.

“You know you want to play with your cock,” I said, moving my fingers faster, forcing him to look back at me. I was close. So fucking close.

“Faye…” he growled my name. And that was enough. Something erupted inside me. It was different than anything else I’d ever felt. It was like an explosion of something beautiful, something surreal. I don’t know what made it different. Maybe it was Rhett. Maybe it wasn’t. I couldn’t say, but it didn’t matter. I rode on the waves of utter ecstasy as I rocked my hips desperately into my palm.