Wheels of Steel, Book 2 (17 page)

She thought fleetingly of the birth control pills that lay unopened in her bedside drawer. The doctor had said that she could start them after her next period ended. She was due to get it next week. Then she thought that she and Jason should do this as much as possible before they had to take their brief hiatus during her cycle.

Robin didn’t even ask which position. She sat up and draped her leg over his body until she was straddling him. He scooted up the bed and positioned the pillows behind him so that he could be propped up against the headboard.

She came up on her knees, hovering over his bobbing cock. She was so ready for him that when she spread her legs she felt her honey drip from her body, watching the way Jason’s eyes were glued to the sight of her pussy and knew that he was staring at the dewy trail that streamed down her inner thighs.

Jason’s eyes were hooded as he watched her juices, his teeth capturing his lower lip as he absently worked it. He pictured his mouth lapping her, drinking her in and yet if he moved to satisfy that urge he would miss what she intended to do with his dick. He reached out and gripped her hips wanting her to take him in her hands and push him into that wonderfully tight opening of hers. His eyes closed momentarily as the image alone almost overwhelmed him.

And then Robin had him in her grip and she was gently guiding him inside of her. This part was something that she had learned to love; the feel of him parting her swollen wet flesh. It was always good when the tip entered her because he touched something inside of her that even her own fingers could not locate. But then her pussy would close over his head as if this part of her body claimed him.

It was then that she would begin to allow him to slip further inside of her and that the promise of pleasure began to quicken her movements. With soft cries of pleasure Robin rolled her hips and allowed the feelings to multiply. And then he was half way inside of her and yet it still felt good. Behind the pleasure was a hint that there could be pain but that hadn’t yet happened.

She became daring and allowed her hips to pump quickly. Jason threw his head back and gripped the sheets, but he also worked his hips in an attempt to match hers. She wondered fleetingly if his hips hurt but if they did he didn’t seem to notice or care.

It was only halfway in and it was the best feeling in the world. Her mouth was open and she didn’t realize the soft wail of pleasure that was coming from her. Yessss…this is what sex was about! This is the reason for everything; this unbelievable pleasure!

Jason’s arm moved around her hips so that he could draw her closer. And Robin wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed as closely together as possible. She was up on her knees, half of Jason’s dick inside of her and she wanted to lower herself onto the rest of him. Jason clung to her, a silent promise not to move until she had lowered herself the rest of the way. It took every bit of his willpower to stay still but inch by pleasurable inch she allowed more of him inside of her; stretching her body impossibly until finally she was pelvis to pelvis with him.

She didn’t realize that she was still making the soft groans of pleasure and when she did she concentrated on his love moans so as not to become embarrassed. She realized Jason’s moans were words and partial phrases jumbled together into sighs and gasps. It was so hot listening to him that she suddenly got why he wanted her to talk sexy.

She squeezed her eyes closed and thought about his murmurings and slowly began to rock her hips. When it didn’t hurt she pulled back until she’d released several inches of Jason’s dick before thrusting forward, gobbling him up again.

Jason grunted and threw his head back. “Fuck….Robin!” He gripped her rounded ass and held her against him so that he could help pump his hips. And then they were doing it, fucking, pumping thrusting. Robin’s breath was coming in high fast spurts and Jason knew that she was able to take him all!

“Oh my god.” Came a woman’s voice from the doorway.

Jason almost choked on his beating heart. “Mom!”

Robin tried to scramble off of Jason but he absolutely wouldn’t let her. He held her in place with iron clad arms. Robin didn’t know what to do. She had this woman’s son’s dick buried inside of her and she was too distraught to even turn to look at her.

“It’s you!” Mrs. Hamilton screamed. “I should have known! Get out!” Robin tried to scramble up again. But Jason pulled her closer until she was pressed tightly against his chest.

“No Mom, you go! Get out! Now!” He was screaming at her. A short few seconds later the front door slammed shut.

Robin was shaking. “Let me go, Jason! Why won’t you let me go?!”

“I will, I promise. Just wait…” He spoke in a soothing voice; so different from the way that he had just spoken to his mother. “There was no need for you to be jumping up and trying to run away when she was standing in the doorway. Where were you going to go, huh?”

Okay, that made sense. “She saw me naked!” Robin wailed.

“No, not really…but she would have if you had jumped up. Shhh, just calm down. Don’t move.” He reached between them and carefully withdrew his limp dick from her, still holding her close. Then he rubbed her back until she stopped trembling.

“She saw what we were doing! She heard me!” She had heard the dirty words that she’d been murmuring to Jason. How could she ever live that down?! This woman would never accept her after this!

Jason just wished she would stop talking. Her heartbeat would stop galloping and then she would think of something else to make it thump against her ribcage! After a minute she just lay there against his body silently, mortified.

“We are not the first couple to get busted, Robin. It’s going to be okay. She’s my mother and you don’t see me getting hyper, right?” She nodded in embarrassment. “Besides, this is my apartment, and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.” It sounded like he was practicing what he would say to his mother next time he saw her. She pulled back and looked at him solemnly.

“I don’t think that I can ever face your Mom again. I know I can’t.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I’ll take care of this.” His hands traced small circles onto her back.

“Why did she come?”

“To catch us.”

***

The plan had been ruined. There was no morning of luxuriating in each other’s arms. No breakfast in bed, no lunch in bed, no dinner in bed. Robin got up and got dressed, shoving yesterday’s clothes into her overnight bag and then changing into jeans and a t-shirt.

“Robin, you don’t have to rush away.”

“Jason, I’ll talk to you on Yahoo tonight.” She was not going to be sidetracked. She was going to go home and have a meltdown.

“Robin.”

“What?!” She snapped.

“Please don’t forget to take your medicine.”

She nodded, ashamed at her outburst. “I’m sorry baby. I will.”

“It’s okay.” He didn’t stand but reached for her hand and kissed her gently. “But you owe me a song.”

She smiled. “I’ll give you three come Monday.”

He nodded and watched her go out the door. As soon as the door was shut Jason picked up his cell phone and speed dialed his mother. His face was so angry that it was white. Pick up…

Robin opened her trunk and placed her items inside. She heard a cell phone ringing and thought it was hers. She even reached for her purse before she glanced up and saw who was approaching her at a fast pace. It was Jason’s Mom. Robin almost shot out of her skin. Instead she stared wide-eyed at the woman.

Chapter 13

The tall thin woman had a cigarette in her mouth and she tossed it to the ground as she approached. Her eyes were grey and very cold. Her hair was blond and pulled back into a quick ponytail. There was a look about her that said that she was here to kick somebody’s ass and that somebody was Robin. Robin didn’t take her eyes from her.

“I’d like to talk to you.” Mrs. Hamilton said. Robin gave her a wary look. Had she waited here, hiding for Robin to come out? Yeah, she had. This woman was crazy.

“Mrs. Hamilton, maybe you should talk to Jason-”

“Oh I intend to talk to my son. But I intend to talk to you, as well.”

Robin crossed her arms in front of her. “Yes, okay.” Because this was going to happen anyway, right? She knew that she’d have to face her boyfriend’s mother the moment she felt the woman’s eyes on her nude back. She turned and headed back to Jason’s apartment but Mrs. Hamilton stopped her.

“No, not there; in private.” Robin looked around suspiciously. “The laundry room is over here.”

Robin glanced back at Jason’s door before following his mother. ‘Jason…this is not going to be good…’ She thought as she followed the older woman. When they got to the laundry Mrs. Hamilton spun to her. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Up to?”

“Don’t repeat what I say. You’re fucking my son.” Robin blushed.

“That’s none of your business.” She whispered so embarrassed that her voice sounded like dust in her dry mouth.

“The hell it isn’t. You WORK for him!” Robin felt sweat prickling her body.

“Technically I work for Pinnacle; not your son-”

“You think I don’t have your number, Girlie?!”

Robin let her arms drop in confusion. “What number? He’s a grown man. He can decide to be with me if he wants.”

Mrs. Hamilton snorted. “Let me ask you this. Do your employers know that you come to my son’s house and have sex with him? Do they pay you to do that, Missy?” Robin blanched but didn’t speak. Mrs. Hamilton stared her down until Robin’s eyes dropped to the floor in guilt.

“People like you…fucking sicken me. He’s nineteen! How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.” She said softly. She felt like a pervert.

“Hmph! So it’s okay to take advantage of him? How much have you taken?” Robin met her eyes in confusion. “You take from him don’t you? I’m sure your hand is out, right? That was not a rhetorical question, lady. You’ve taken money from my son, haven’t you?!”

Robin’s eyes flitted to the door. She should just walk away but she couldn’t. Her guilt and Mrs. Hamilton’s accusation held her rooted to the spot.

“I—didn’t want to take anything from him. But he said it was okay.”

“Hmph! I’ll tell you now, you will give back everything that you’ve taken from him. Do I make myself clear?” Robin nodded. “And I intend to make sure that you never work with disabled people again!”

Robin met her eyes feeling nauseous and light headed. She was a pervert! She was having sex with her disabled client. How had she allowed her feeling to get so out of hand?!

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You and I need to go to the bank so that you can give me every cent that you took from my son!”

Robin swallowed weakly, wondering who would become his Aid when she got fired, and if that person would help him with walking. Who would take him to school? She was thinking about getting a night time job and then she could come by each morning and stay with him while he’s at school. Maybe this was for the best that she wasn’t working for Pinnacle. She opened her purse and dug through her wallet. She had about fifty dollars. And she offered the bills to his mother.

She took them with a frown, counting them up. “What is this?”

“The money to pay for the lunch that he bought for me. And I don’t drink the coffee anymore, but I used some of his bottled water.” Jason’s mother was staring at her like she was crazy and Robin tried to think if there was anything else. Appleby’s yesterday but that had been free. Maybe another ten dollars but she could give it to Jason next time she saw him.

“What are you talking about? Lunch money? I’m talking about money in exchange for sexual favors!”

Robin’s brow shot up. “No. That…I, we don’t do that! I love Jason. He’s my boyfriend!” Mrs. Hamilton’s face suddenly slackened. She stared at Robin.

“Did you say that you love him?”

Robin nodded, the first tears dripping from her eyes as she thought about this horrible mess. “I don’t mind getting fired because…well I shouldn’t have had a personal relationship with my client.” She said quickly. “And I knew that I should have never let him pay my lunch but he wouldn’t let me pay. He just whips out his card and pays. He said it wasn’t his money anyways so he didn’t care. And when I say I don’t want coffee he just looks sad that I don’t have something. But I swear I’ve never taken money for anything else. You can ask him!” Her words were running together hysterically. “I swear it!”