Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3) (19 page)

My cock twitched.

The beat of the music came on and she effortlessly moved her hips, pulling up her hair from the nook of her neck as her hips began to sway faster. The lyrics came on and she gradually moved her hands from her hair to her neck, to her breasts, then down to her body. She sang, touching herself exactly the way I wanted to. I shook my head no and she understood my silent warning, hitting the high note. I had no idea she could sing that well.

She made her way over to me, slowly, making me wait. Teasing me further, her hands roaming her body. Doing a sultry dance, never once missing the lyrics of the song. When she finally made it to me, she lowered her body down my chest with the beat of the music. She moved to sit on my lap and provokingly rocked her hips against my already hard-as-shit cock. Licking her lips when she felt my need for her.

I sucked in my bottom lip and spread my legs, knowing that everyone was watching us and that we were probably going to get kicked out of the bar, but by that point I didn’t give a flying fuck. My girl was on my lap and if she wanted to give me a lap dance in front of a bunch of strangers, who was I to deny her of that happiness.

She leaned back and rotated her hips like she was fucking me while the epilogue of the song was rising then she grabbed my hands to touch her breasts and then her waist, gliding her body on top of me the entire time. I couldn’t take it anymore and gripped her hair, bringing her face to mine as she sang out the last lyric of the song.

As soon as she was done I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, biting her lower lip to show her who she belonged to while not being able to get enough of her. The entire bar clapped and cheered. Aubrey got off my lap and took a bow for her sexy performance.

I asked for the check and we got the fuck out of there.

I honestly don’t know what came over me. I wasn’t much for being the center of attention, but when I walked into the bathroom I had an overwhelmingly strong urge to make him desire me in a way he never had before, I wanted to be the instigator. When I walked out into the bar area, I saw the girl who was just singing getting off the stage. That’s when I knew I wanted to put on a show for him.

As soon as I saw the music selection, I remembered his love for blues music. I would never forget his face as I sang and danced for him, as if the bar wasn’t full of a crowd watching my every move. It always happened when we were together. Everything and everyone just faded away and nothing else mattered but us.

The taxi ride to the cabin was interesting to say the least. Our poor driver definitely got a show while I was straddling Dylan’s lap, as we heavily made out. Dylan threw some money at him before he carried me out of the cab with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“I want you,” I moaned into his ear, kissing all along the side of his neck.

The second his lips touched mine he growled, parting them. His hands were all over me. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most. I leaned into every touch and sensation that he had to offer. Enjoying the thrill of what was to come. Dylan was always in control, but with the show I put on for him and the alcohol coursing through his veins, it was enough to make him lose all sense of reason.

Exactly how I did when I was with him.

I reached for his belt and he eagerly moved his hips against my hands as I worked his button and zipper. I couldn’t get them off fast enough. I pulled out his long, thick cock and aggressively stroked it back and forth while he opened the door. Rushing in and kicking it closed behind him, he slammed me up against it.

It should have surprised me, but it didn’t.

He tore open my blouse, buttons flew everywhere with the sound of them crashing onto the floor. My bra was off within seconds. I felt his strong, callused hands roughly kneading my breasts as he sucked and licked all around my nipples. My back arched, making me grip the back of his neck. I wanted him closer and yet he still wasn’t close enough.

I whimpered when he placed my feet on the ground, but I didn’t feel the loss of his touch for very long. He roughly shoved me up against the door again, taking off my skirt and panties in his wake. I didn’t even have time to blink before his tongue was pushing into my folds, swirling it into my opening.  

“Fuck,” I panted as he placed my thigh onto his shoulders.

My hands instantly went into his hair, pushing it away from his face so I could watch. I loved to watch when his face was buried in my most sacred area.

The only place
he’s
ever touched me.

As if reading my mind he opened his eyes to look up at me as he sucked my clit into his mouth, urgently moving his head in a side-to-side motion followed by a back and forth one.

“Ah!” I yelled out, trying to catch my bearings.

My chest heaved with every precise manipulation. His mouth literally eating me, like I was his favorite fucking meal of the day. I watched him push two fingers into my wet heat causing my legs to shake, which only made him finger fuck me harder and lick me faster. Bringing me so close to the edge of my release, I was going to have the most intense orgasm of my life.

Through hooded eyes, I saw him start to stroke his cock and that was my undoing. I came so fucking hard I saw stars. I didn’t even have a second to recover before he picked me up, slamming me against door yet again and plunging deep inside me with one, hard thrust.

“Fuck,” he loudly groaned against my parted lips. “You make me so goddamn crazy,” was the last thing he said as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

Savoring the moment.

“Take me like you want,” I raspingly demanded, licking his lips and scratching at his back. “Fuck me,” I whispered close to his ear in a seductive tone.

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He was never rough with me, we always made love, but I wanted him to own me.

To break me in every way possible.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

Sexually.

“Lean back,” he huskily ordered,

I did as I was told. He placed one of his hands around my throat and his other on my hip, gripping hard. Applying ample pressure to both. I knew there would be markings all over my body when he was done having his way with me, but I didn’t care. I wanted them.

Every. Last. One.  

He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he slammed into me with his own movements. I had never felt him that deep before and the pain along with the pleasure was enough to drive me to the point of no return.  

I sucked in a breath. “Your cock feels so fucking big. I’m climaxing so hard.”

He growled and clutched my hips harder, nothing turned him on more than filthy words coming out of my mouth. He angled my body in a way where I felt like I was going to fall.

“I got you,” he breathed out, reading my body.

I nodded and he swiftly thrust back inside me, except this time his cock hit my sweet spot more forcefully.

“Fuck…” we said in unison as he roughly thrust in and out of me, holding my hips and body weight the entire time. My noises grew louder and louder the closer I got to my release.

“Oh my God, Dylan, I’m going to come so hard. I’m going to come so fucking hard. Please… please… please… make me come.”

He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me, his balls drenched from my wetness.

“That’s it, baby… squeeze my cock with your tight pussy. I can’t get enough of it, I wanna fucking devour you.”

The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.  

“Yes… yes… yes…” I breathlessly moaned.

My body shuddered, throwing off my balance from the intensity and overpowering orgasm that only Dylan could ever give me. No one would ever be able to touch me like he could and I knew that from the moment he first put his hands on me.

I was his.

He didn’t stop, his hands moved to my shoulders as he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release before another hit.

“Fuck yes… do it, do it, do it,” he urged. “Keep coming on my cock.”

I fell forward, clenching onto his neck. He made this roaring sound from deep within his chest as we both came together. Panting profusely, trying to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not removing himself from deep inside me.

“I fucking love you. I fucking love you so much, Aubrey. I’m yours.”

“Promise?”

He looked deep into my eyes and spoke with conviction,

“Always.”

I woke up the next morning with Aubrey in my arms and I knew right then and there that I never wanted to wake up without her by my side again. I hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head.

“I could get used to waking up like this, McGraw.”

I smiled, she was thinking the same thing I was.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’ll be at Ohio State with you so the odds of us waking up like this every morning are looking pretty promising,” she announced out of nowhere.

I sat up, taking her with me.

“What?”

She grinned and shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you that I got accepted to Ohio State. I applied months ago when we…” She shook her head. “When I… was pushing you away. I’m sorry about that, McGraw. I never apologized for what—”

I placed my finger on her lips, silencing her.

“Darlin’, it’s in the past. I’m not one to dwell on somethin’ neither one of us can change. I’m here now and that’s all that matters,” I said, stroking her cheek.

She nodded, throwing her arms around me. I pressed her closer to my body and it was then that I noticed the bruises on her back.

“Shit.”

She immediately pulled away from me and I saw the bruises on her hips, her neck, and some bite marks on her breasts.

“Fuck,” I roared, taking in the purple and black marks that I gave her. “Suga’, why didn’t you tell me I was hurtin’ you?”

“What?” She peered down at herself and laughed. “I wanted those.” She looked back up at me. “I wanted you. I think you and I both know I very much enjoyed it. Plus I bruise easily. We just had some rough sex, you’re thinking too much into it.”

I pulled the hair away from my face, holding it at the nook of my neck. “I shouldn’t have drank that much,” I revealed, suddenly remembering my fuck up.

“Dylan, please don’t do that. I wanted it. I asked for it. I loved it.”

“Darlin’, we didn’t use a condom,” I stated, shaking my head.

Her eyes widened but she quickly recovered.

“It’s fine.” She smiled. “I’m not ovulating.”

“And you know that how?”

“I have an app on my phone and it tells me stuff like that, but maybe I should get on the pill, huh?” she nervously asked.

“You don’t have to do that for me.”

“I know that. I want to do it for me. For us. I guess I didn’t even realize that sex without any barriers would feel so different. I want to keep that going. I want to feel all of you, every time with nothing between us.” She blushed, biting her lip, and covering her breasts with the sheet.

I tugged on the ends of her hair. “I’ve never gone raw before.”

“Really?”

I shook my head no. “I’ve been tested, too. Before we got together. I wanted to make sure—”

She tackled me to the bed, kissing all over my face. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” she repeated, and I flipped her over.

“Now, bring that sweet pussy over here suga’, ride my face. It’s breakfast time.”

And I did for the rest of the morning. It was afternoon when we finally left our bed. We showered together and ate some lunch. Our late night, early morning sex escapades left us both pretty damn hungry.  

“I googled one of the trails, and I thought maybe we could go running. I want to try out for the track team at Ohio State, and I need all the practice I can get.”

“Whatever you want,” I simply stated, checking my phone. 

“Wow. I could get used to you saying that.”

I laughed, placing my phone back on the counter.

“It’s a private trail, too. Everyone goes on The Cades Cove Loop or The Ramsey Cascades trail, so maybe we could… you know.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“Darlin’, I’ll be staring at your ass the entire time we’re running. What do you think?”

She hopped down off the bar stool and took off towards our room. I put on my sneakers and grabbed two waters from the fridge. Aubrey came out in a yellow sports bra and white cotton shorts, her hair tied in one of those knots on the top of her head.

“You ready?” she asked, catching me checking her out.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” I said, smacking her ass.

She grabbed my hand and opened the door, but I stopped when I heard my phone ring in my pocket.

“Shit.” I answered it. “Hey, give me one second.” I put my hand over the receiver. “I have to take this call.” I gave her an apologetic look.

“Oh ok.” She started to come back into the cabin.

“Just go. I’ll catch up, darlin’.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s the trail that we saw on the way up here, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah it’s just a straight trail. It won’t be hard to find me, but are you sure? I can wait for you.”

“No, it’s fine. You go,” I said insistently.

“Okay.”

I kissed her and she turned to leave, she was about to close the door behind her.

“Suga’.”

She stopped, walking back inside while I took off my shirt and threw it at her.

“Put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

She smiled, laughing loud while putting on my shirt.

“I won’t be far behind you.”

“Promise?” she teased.

“Always.”

She kissed the air and she was gone. I looked at my phone, relieved.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks. I’m so glad you’re finally calling me back.”

I had my ear buds in, Dylan’s blues playlist blasting and my water bottle by my feet as I stretched my muscles for a few minutes. It was then that I realized just how sore I truly was. I smiled to myself remembering everything that happened last night and this morning. The fluttering feeling in my belly still lingered. I shook off the sentiments as I jogged down the trail getting my body warm for the run ahead.

I couldn’t help but think about Dylan and how much I loved him. How our relationship was genuinely the real thing now. The type you read about in books and watched in movies.

What fairy tales were made of.

I had never been happier in my entire life, and it was all because of him. He changed me in more ways than I ever imagined possible. The emotions, the feelings, the devotion, the adoration, and the love. I lived and breathed for him. It was real.

Sincere.

Consuming.

I thought about him when I was alone and even when I was laying in his arms. It didn’t matter where I was, I always wanted to be near him. Nothing was ever enough. The thought alone that I would soon be moving, and we would be together everyday like we were before was all I ever wanted and needed.

Was for someone to love me.

Exactly the way he does.

I finally found
him
or maybe he found me, but all that mattered was the loneliness was gone, as if it was never there to begin with.

I ran faster, my body getting used to the pace and fast movement of my limbs. With each stride I felt lighter from the demons that haunted me. From the sadness that always felt like it was lurking just around the corner, ready to take me under.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds wanting to remember this moment. Etch it into my mind and secure it in my heart.

I gasped, almost losing my footing when I felt his strong arms come around me.

“Jesus, McGraw, you scared the shit out of me,” I laughed, my heart racing from the running and his surprise attack. I took a few steady breaths waiting for him to say something and took off my ear buds.

Silence.

“Dylan?” I nervously chuckled, trying to turn around.

“There’s no Dylan here, baby,” a deep voice responded.

A voice I didn’t recognize. The scent of whiskey assaulted my senses and panic set in. My heart immediately dropped, and I instinctively screamed bloody murder, trying to fight him off. He chuckled against my ear, pressing me closer to his chest.

“Do your best, bitch. No one can fucking hear you out here,” he rasped in a menacing tone that made my body shudder. “I love to make them all scream,” he added. His voice sounded muffled and I could hear some type of accent.

“No!” I whimpered, pathetically thrashing around my entire body, kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs. “Dylan, Dylan!” I repeated over and over again, hoping that any second now he’d come and save me from this hell. “No! No! No!” I yelled out to no avail, making him laugh.

The bastard fucking laughed.

His body shook against mine. I fought harder. I fought so fucking hard, trying to break free from the monster who was about to take my life away from me.

My thrashing feet connected with his shin, causing his arms to slack just enough to give me the illusion of freedom. I stumbled forward scraping my knee on the gravel, trying to escape, trying to run toward my happiness.

Dylan.

I wasn’t fast enough.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He picked me up in the air as if I weighed nothing and body-slammed me face first onto the ground. Pain radiated throughout my body. I choked from the sudden loss of breath, the wind knocked out of me with his entire weight resting on my back. I sucked in air that wasn’t available for the taking as he roughly gripped my hair, jerking my head so far back that I reeled in pain. My vision turned black, blinking away the white spots.

“Please, please don’t hurt me,” I groggily choked out. Pleading with him to let me go.

He pulled my neck back further, and I swear I thought he was going to tear my hair out.

“Please,” he sadistically repeated. “Oh, baby, I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to fucking stop. It only gets my cock harder for that sweet little cunt that I’m about to rip to shreds.”

He rocked his hips a few times against my ass. Grinding his already hard dick on me. I could feel him everywhere, his filthy hands violating me. Bile rose to my throat. The bile I was fighting back was making its way back up.

I instantly started bawling. Tears streaming down my face, my lips shaking and my teeth chattering.

“Please, don’t do this! Please, please don’t do this,” I sobbed over and over again, my body convulsing.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re going to enjoy what I have in store for you, and if you don’t, I’ll fucking do it again!”

He spit on my face and slammed my head into the dirt, smearing it back and forth like he was trying to bury my face in it. The dirt, leaves, and branches on the ground scratching my face even more.

I could feel every little stone cutting into my cheek. I cried harder and screamed louder, whipping my legs around. I screamed till my voice felt raw and my mouth dry. My throat burned and the sounds just faded away.

He pulled back my arm, lifting it higher up my back and I cried out in agony.

“Don’t fucking move. I’ll break your goddamn arm. But, baby, you can go ahead and try fighting me. It’s only going to make me fuck you harder.”

He let go of my hair and slowly, deliberately roamed his hand down to my waist.

“No! No! No! Please, please, don’t hurt me! PLEASE!” I bawled, I pleaded, I begged. My tears so intense, so consuming I couldn’t see anymore. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. “I’m begging you please don’t do this! I’ll give you whatever you want just don’t hurt me!” I openly wailed, pleading with the man I knew was going to cause me pain.