Page 47 of The Auction
I involuntarily tilted my head, giving him access to the ear he was speaking into. He dropped a kiss on my neck right where it met my shoulder, even as his hand cupped my breast. Rubbed his thumb over my nipple that was now hard.
“Oh man, look at the newlyweds fucking in the kitchen,” Tank slurred.
Both Creed and I jumped apart at the sound of his voice.
“Don’t let me interrupt you,” he said, bouncing from the doorway to the refrigerator. “Just grabbing a beer. Chief, here, says he won’t share you, but maybe he’ll let me watch.”
I whipped my head in Creed’s direction, but his eyes were on Tank.
The drunk asshole raised his hands like he was innocent. “I’m fucking kidding, man,” he laughed. “Relax.”
He stumbled his way back into the living room and I could hear the TV get louder like he was cranking the volume up.
“You should take the truck and go look for that horse,” I told Creed, trying not to think about how I hadn’t stop his hands from wandering. Trying not to think about how…disappointed I was we had to stop.
He didn’t say anything but his expression darkened.
“Just up to the highway and back,” I said, like I could read his mind. “It’s what good neighbors do around these parts.”
He didn’t want to leave me alone with Tank, but we were literally only talking ten, fifteen minutes, tops. I would have gone with him if not for two reasons.
One, I didn’t want to fuck up my pork chops. I’d paid premium dollar for these suckers at the grocery store. And two, if I had to sit next to him in the truck, just the two of us, I might start thinking about maybe, I don’t know, kissing him or something.
Which would be entirely stupid.
“Go on. Sooner you go, sooner you’ll be back.”
He nodded, because maybe he could use a breath of air, too. And maybe because neither one of us thought Tankwas paying attention to what we were doing. Just drinking his beer, watching some stupid game show.
Creed went out the back door which had a path around the house to where all our trucks were parked.
I turned my attention back to the pork chops, checking every few seconds with the tongs to make sure I wasn’t torching them on one side.
“Chief shouldn’t have done it.”
I jumped at the sound of Tank’s voice but didn’t turn around. He’d just gotten a beer. There was no damn way he’d drunk it that fast.
“Done what?” I asked, not looking at him. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d go away.
“Left his precious, little wife all alone. I tried to tell him, we could share. He could have you Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I’d get you Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Your pussy might be a little raw, but we’d fucking let you have Sunday off. Yeah, the three of us on this little slice of heaven? What more could anyone ask?”
Fuck me. Had I been in heaven all this time? Here, I thought I’d been on a sugar beet farm. Did these motherfuckers know nothing about how hard farming was?
“That’s not going to happen,” I said, in what I hoped was my best teacher voice, even though I’d never had a proper teacher.
The move, when it came, was lightening quick. I should have expected him to be as fast as Creed, but the dude was drunk. I screamed as loud as I could, which would mean nothing if Creed had already rounded the house towards the trucks.
Tank had his arms pinned around me so I couldn’t reach for the frying pan and smash his face with the hot oil.Instead, he dragged me away from the stove and bent me forward over the kitchen table.
I kicked my legs at him from behind, hoping I’d hit his crotch.
“You fucker!” I screamed again.
He let me go, but used my momentum to turn me over so my back was on the table. I scrambled for something but only found salt and pepper shakers. Glass ones, that I threw at his head.
One smacked him in the eye and he snarled. I knew what was coming before it happened.
Herb didn’t hit me often, but when he did it was a solid crack of his palm against my face or on the back of my head. Tank hit me with his backhand and it felt like my eye was going to explode. For a second I wondered if it had, because all I could see were black splotches in my vision.
