Coup De Grâce (12 page)

But it wasn’t of any use.

It was there to stay, and would be until either he, or I, took care of it.

Jesus, I was becoming such a slut puppy!

We’d driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he suddenly pulled off into a corpse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.

“Michael!” I gasped.

Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing the windshield.

I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in excitement.

“Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, “What it’s like to see you like this?”

I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.

Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he touched them.

Even the minutest of touches had me soaring in seconds.

“N-no,” I said, gasping for breath.

He growled against my neck.

“I can always tell,” he told me. “I could tell two years ago, and I can still tell now. You have a tell, baby.”

I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.

“A tell?” I asked breathlessly.

My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my skirt and slowly started to work it up.

It wasn’t long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.

“You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get hard, and your eyes start to dilate,” he informed me, moving his hand until his fingers zeroed in on my pussy.

Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found purchase inside me.

“So wet for me, too,” he growled.

I nodded, lifting my hands to play with my other breast.

“Yeah, all of it’s for you,” I told him honestly. “All I can think about is having you inside of me.”

He chuckled against my neck. “Do you know what it’s like to have a boner in the same room as your woman’s brother? It’s not fuckin’ easy, and it happens all the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” I lied.

He snorted at my lie. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his belt being released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.

When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the cheeks of my ass before he said, “Sit up.”

I nodded, lifting up until he could position himself at my entrance.

Then he pulled me down, filling me so swiftly and quickly that I immediately started coming.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so roughly had me seeing stars.

“So fuckin’ responsive,” he growled as he took my hips and started roughly pulling me down on him.

I made a keening noise in my throat in agreement, and he laughed.

“Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel,” he ordered me.

I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.

“So perfect,” he whispered, running his hands over the expanse of my ass.

I moaned again.

“Yeah, you fill me so good,” I said, slapping my ass against his thighs, taking his big dick as far as I could get him.

His hand ran up the length of my spine to settle on my shoulder, then slammed me down using the purchase he had, urging me to go faster and faster.

On one particular thrust he started to come.

I felt his belly tighten, then his cock started to jump as he shot his release into my waiting channel.

And that was all I needed, once again, to come.

My eyes crossed, and I threw my head back.

Michael fisted my hair as it tickled his belly, holding me steady with it when I finally came down from the high he’d just delivered to me.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered fiercely.

I smiled and leaned back until my back rested against his front.

He wrapped both hands around me and buried his face into my neck.

“You’re killing me lately,” he whispered laughingly.

I snorted.

“I can’t help it. That’s all I think about. Your cock,” I teased.

He chuckled and leaned forward to grab the stack of napkins we’d gotten from Chick-Fil-A the night before.

Handing half to me, I placed it on the front of my vagina while he took the back, doing his best to catch the come that started to leak from my pussy the moment it was free of his cock.

I fell to my side in the passenger seat and did my best to clean myself of his come before retaking my seat.

He’d already tossed his napkins in the little bag hanging from his steering column.

“Here,” I said, offering the soiled napkins to him.

He gave me a
‘yeah right’
look and took the bag off his steering column, offering it to me. “There.”

I smiled and shoved the napkins into the bag before handing it back to him.

He took it reluctantly and replaced it before starting the truck up once more and backing out of the makeshift driveway.

“We’re going to be late,” I told him.

He tossed me a look. “We’re not going
to
be late. You can’t be late to somethin’ like this.”

Instead of answering, I stayed silent and watched the trees pass by, my nausea starting to return now that the horniness wasn’t there to overwhelm the nausea.

“You can be late to something like this if your sister’s been sitting in the driveway for the last hour waiting on us to get there,” I retorted.

He rolled his eyes, not that I could tell that he’d done so.

I, at least, heard the derision in his tone.

“My sister can wait as long as it takes, seeing as I told her not to buy the house in the first place
because it was in a flood zone. Then I told her not to wait on getting a driveway because if she did, the whole thing would flood and she’d tear up her yard. Then when she didn’t get the driveway, I told her to get a four wheel drive. Do you know what she got? A two wheel drive Jeep. Who the fuck gets a two wheel drive Jeep?”

I could tell that he really wanted to know, and I didn’t have an answer for him.

The answer was: nobody.

What was the point of a Jeep if it
didn’t
have four wheel drive?

Not that I’d side with him.

Women needed to side with each other, otherwise men would take over the world.

Or, at least, Michael would get a fat head thinking he was always right.

“She lives out in the boonies, too, which means it’s a drive from wherever I’m at,” he told me as he turned down a dirt road. “And it’s a fixer upper, so I’m there every other weekend, it seems like.”

He wasn’t there every other weekend, which I told him.

“You’re not there every other weekend. Because you’ve been with me for a month now, and I’ve never met her, and you spend your weekends with me,” I told him dryly.

He winked at me, and I felt shivers race down my spine.

But then we hit a pot hole causing the truck to dip down low.

And the nausea welled back up my throat.

“Pull over!” I pleaded, hand going to my mouth.

He read the state I was in quickly with a quick scan of his eyes, and pulled over. Not that it was much.

But it was enough.

He stopped the truck quickly, and I had enough time to throw my door open before I lost the lunch that I’d barely eaten.

My head felt like it was a million times too big as I threw up everything I had in there, then started dry heaving.

I guess Michael was worried about me falling out of the truck because his hand went to the waist band of my skirt to hold on while I violently puked.

Head pounding, I lifted up.

Only to come face to face with a cow.

He was on his side of the fence, but still, the surprise of it all had me squeaking in surprise.

“You okay?” Michael asked.

I turned to him, then back to the cow.

“Yeah, I’m okay now. I’ve been nauseous since breakfast,” I told him.

“Stomach bug?” He asked worriedly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. We have so many sick people come through the hospital every day that it’s possible. But I haven’t a clue. I just hope it goes the hell away.”

Reluctantly, he let my skirt go, and turned back to face the front of the truck.

“Maybe we should take you home,” he said. “It wouldn’t be good to pass whatever you have to
Reggie.”

I waved my hand. “I’ll stay in the car. You’re all the way out here, and I’ll be fine as long as you don’t mind.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t mind. Just don’t spread your cooties to me.”

I snorted, and pulled the door closed, tossing a glance at the cow who looked a little bit sad to see me go.

I leaned my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes as Michael started moving the truck back down the road. At a much slower pace this time.

“I won’t spread my cooties if I can help it,” I laughed.

His hand captured mine, and he held it on top of the middle console for another two miles.

Then he pulled into a…yard.

There wasn’t any driveway.

None at all.

And with all the rain we’d been getting over the past two months, her yard resembled more of a lake rather than a yard.

“She drives a jacked up two wheel drive Jeep…” I said unsurprised. “Why would she lift a two wheel drive?”

Michael burst out laughing.

“
Exactly!
”

He tried carefully, but the moment he pulled into her yard, his tires sank and started to spin.

“Gonna have to put it in already,” he muttered, doing something on the floorboard that I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t see it because the woman that was coming out of the little brown house was beautiful.

I could clearly tell she was Michael’s sister.

She had the same beautiful brown hair, and even from this distance I could see that her eyes were the same translucent blue.

“She looks just like you,” I observed as he pulled a u-ey in her yard and started to back up.

Mud splattered and slammed against the windows, causing me to laugh at the situation.

I’d been mudding before.

Hell, I was raised in East Texas.

If you hadn’t been mudding, that was because you hadn’t lived here long.

But I hadn’t done it in so long that I’d forgotten the way you slipped and slid.

Mud had zero traction.

It helped that Michael’s truck was so big. And his tires were so mean looking.

He rolled the window down and placed his hand on the window’s ledge while he lined up to his target.

Because he had it backed up to Hannah’s Jeep in no time, and was bailing out before I could ask him if he needed me to do anything.

I was studying the horses across the street when Michael’s voice yelled for me.

“Nikki!”

I stuck my head out the window and turned around until I could see him.

“Yeah?” I asked curiously.

Hannah and Michael were standing close, both of them looking at me.

Michael’s was teasing, and Hannah’s look was calculating.

She was sizing me up.

I waved to him, and she cracked a smile.

“He told me to stay in the truck so I didn’t spread my pukey cooties to you!” I informed her.

Hannah smiled.

“Appreciate
that. If I catch it, it’ll mean Reggie will catch it!”
She thanked me.

“Are y’all done?” Michael snapped impatiently.

I blinked, but wisely kept my mouth shut.

But I did nod my head.

“Good,” he muttered. “Now get into the driver’s seat and back it up a little more.”

I saluted him, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

Scrambling over the seat, I scooted the seat up to where I could reach the pedals easily, and backed the truck up.

Promptly saturating them both with mud.

I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled.

Michael didn’t laugh, but Hannah did.

Great guffaws that had her doubled over in hilarity.

“Do you want to pull yourself out?” He growled to his sister.

She shook her head and stood up, but she still had streaks running down her face where the tears from her laughing washed the mud away.

“Jeez,” she said, walking to her Jeep’s door. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s right, I’m not.”

I raised my brow at him, but he couldn’t see me because he was busy attaching the chain he’d produced from his toolbox to both vehicles.

I contemplated Michael’s sudden change in demeanor.

He’d done that quite a few times in the month I’d really been spending time with him.

Three instances where all of a sudden his mood would just snap from one extreme to the other.

Going from really happy, to pissed off at the slightest thing in a matter of seconds.

Quite frankly, it was fascinating to witness.

Not that I’d tell him that I found his disease fascinating.

I’d learned to roll with it, though.

I had sisters.

Enough said.

Also, it was easier not to call attention to it and act like nothing was wrong.

That was the fastest way to get him back on track, and I knew he was grateful that I didn’t heckle him about it.

“Alright, Hannah. I want you to give it some gas when you start to feel the tug on the chain, okay?”
He confirmed.

She nodded, and he started to the driver’s side door, so I moved before he could ask me to.

I was in my seat when he opened the door, and I had to look the other way so he wouldn’t see the smile on my face.

“I know you’re laughing at me,” he growled.

“I’m not laughing,” I lied.

He snorted and threw it into drive.