Page 3 of Hitch
My length pulses at that thought. A woman like my little devil, neglected by some man who doesn’t know how to give her pleasure? That ain’t right.
“He wouldn’t even touch me. He just used these vibrators on me, thinking if it was anywherenearmy clit, it would get me off,” she scoffs. “But I know what I want, and I’m not going to sit around and wait for it. Not when I don’t need him anymore. I don’t needanyone.”
And then it hits me.That’swhy she found herself in a glory hole. Her man wouldn’t touch her, so she found a way to make another man lose control.
Me.
The tarp flies open, the plastic whipping against the wind like a bird losing velocity.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“I’ll fix it,” she says.
“Don’t—”
But she’s already reaching through the back window, grabbing the tarp.
She freezes when she sees it.
A lifeless body, lying face up toward the night. The speckled sky reflecting in the corpse’s vacant eyes.
She turns back to me cautiously. I keep my eyes on the road, my knuckles straining white against the wheel.
“Listen now,” I say calmly. “This ain’t nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
She smothers her duffel bag against her chest like it can protect her from me.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself,” I warn.
Her eyes dart to the gun in my holster, as if she’s just now noticing it. I lean to the side, ready to keep her pinned in place. The little devil needs to think harder before she gets into a truck with a stranger next time, though it’s looking like there won’t be a next time.
But she opens the truck door and rolls onto the asphalt, straight into a muddy ditch.
I curse under my breath, swinging the truck around and parking along the road. The corn stalks whisper to each other as she disappears inside their arms. I follow her in. The husks catch on my flannel shirt, itching against my bare arms where the sleeves are rolled up. I don’t see her black hair, but I can see the green stalks shimmying back and forth, showing me exactly where she disappeared to.
She’s a knot I need to pull out. A damn hitch in my plans.
“I can hear you, girl,” I call out. “You don’t know what you saw.”
I pause for a moment, listening to her movements in the field, and hear her aiming to the right. I anticipate her next movements, moving as slow as the setting sun as I get ahead of her. She pushes the stalks aside, her eyes widening as she sees me. She screams, her fists hitting my chest. I pull her into my arms, blood draining from my head and going straight to my groin as she struggles against me, primal instinct kicking into full drive. Her fist connects with my eye socket and I laugh in her face.
“You got so much fight in you, huh, Hitch?” I ask as I wrestle her wrists to the ground. “But not enough to overtake me.”
“Get off of me,” she hisses.
“It’s not enough. Not when I’ll fuck a hole just to get to your mouth.”
Her eyes widen, realizing it was me back in that glory hole. “Please. Don’t—”
But all it takes is one hand on her throat, and her legs spread for me. Her cheeks purple as I undo my pants.
“I’m just like you,” I say, gripping my length as I pull myself out of my boxers. “I just want to have a good time. I know what I want, and I’m done neglecting these urges. Theseneeds.”
“Stop—” she tries to say, but she can barely get enough air to get the one word out. I smack my free hand against the seam of her shorts, and she instantly parts her thighs even wider like a good little devil. I dig my fingers into the fabric and her flesh until the fabric moves to the side, and there’s enough room that her wet slit runs against my fingers.
I don’t care what she wants. I don’t care if this is wrong or right. I take what I want. I do what I want. I kill what I want. And if I’m going to kill her, I’m going to fuck her pretty little slit first.
I thrust inside of her wet heat, and she moans.
