Page 14 of Ashes to Ashes
I throw on some ripped jeans, black tee, and black sandals because for some reason it matches how I feel inside today. It’s simple, perfect, me.
As I turn to leave my closet, a pair of shoes catches my eyes—black stiletto heels. Sexy, not something I usually wear, but Itake my sandals off and put them on. They fit perfectly and they make me feel sexy.
“Sexy,” I hear a male voice murmur and I jump, spinning around to see Hunter sitting on my bed.
“What are you doing in my room?” I ask, though I’m not mad. I have a feeling they’ve been here before.
His reaction is to smirk, “Didn’t have your phone number so decided to drop by.”
I giggle, “I’m glad you did. Where are we going today?”
In eighteen years, I haven’t ever really lived. I never wanted to leave the house except to go to school because of the people that hurt me or made fun of me. But when I’m with these guys, I want to do everything—including the bad.
I want to be so bad.
He takes my arm and we walk down the stairs to the front door. I get to the bottom and see Mom nursing a drink, the stiff kind. She looks wrecked.
“Hey Mom, I’m going out,” I say and she looks up at me. Before her tears would have had me comforting her, hugging her. Now, they just make her look ugly.
“Your aunt and cousin were murdered last night,” she cries out.Oh no—not sorry.
I shrug, “I’m sorry for your loss, but they weren’t really nice to me.” And I leave it at that.
Lately, I find my parents’ problems not my problems. They have crappy families. Hunter laughs as he leads me out the door. Something tells me that I had something to do with Aunt Helen and Stephanie. I’m sure of it and these three guys helped me.
Hunter doesn’t say anything, he just drives, rolling down the windows to let the wind flow through the car. He lights a cigarette and hands it to me. I stare at it for a moment and then say fuck it and take it from him, inhaling. The feeling comes easy to me somehow, like this isn’t the first time.
He finally pulls down a dirt road and then to an open valley that someone has filled in with dirt, making it look like a race track, “What are we here for?”
He grins at me, “Car races.”
I’m not sure why but I don’t even hesitate, “Are you racing?”
He nods as the other two join us, sliding into the back seat happy as two peas in a pod, “We’re good to go.”
Peck leans over and notices my heels, “Nice choice, sexy.”
I feel my cheeks heat up and I know if I looked in a mirror I would be bright red from the compliment. Hunter turns the car on and I figure I get to stay in the car for the race—exciting.
As Hunter lines up on the start line, he turns to me, “Take your jeans off.”Ummm, what?He did not just say that. I stare at him, my brain going into overdrive, images of the filthiest things flash through my mind.
He repeats himself, “Take your jeans off.”
I point to myself, “You want me to take my jeans off? Why?”
His smile widens, “Because Peck and Daze are going to play with you and you can’t come until the race is over and I take over.”Oh my.
Daze helps me into the back seat, right in the middle so Hunter can see everything. Slipping off my heels, my jeans come off next and for a few seconds I feel vulnerable but Daze assures me, “Just us, no one else will see.”
My nod is good enough because the race starts and I squeal as I feel hands on me, making me feel incredible. Daze trails his hand down my stomach and pushes my panties to the side, letting Hunter take a look and that turns me on. Peck parts my lips and his fingers find my clit, gently rubbing it which sends electricity through my body.
As Peck focuses on my clit, Daze pushes a finger in and I gasp, his fingers feel so good inside me. He thrusts in and out as Peck applies pressure to my most sensitive area and I findmyself meeting his thrusts. I feel myself wanting to come apart but Hunter told me not to come. I’m crying now, tears streaming down my face.
“I’m so close,” begging Hunter, “I’m so close, please.”
He shifts the car and accelerates, passing two more cars and the end is in sight. He bypasses the winner circle and keeps going until he’s in a little pocket of trees. He throws the car in park, rounds the car, opens the back door and next thing I know I’m being dragged over Peck's lap until my feet hit the ground. He pushes me forward so that my head is in Peck’s lap.
“Be a good girl for Hunter and he’ll make sure you get to cum.” Peck says, running his hands through my hair.
