“Wooooooh-weeeh! Look at that ‘coon booty.”

I almost dropped my head in shame, but glanced around nervously instead to make sure there were no black people within earshot. Thank God there wasn’t, or I was going to have to punch Tyler in his throat.

“What the fuck Tyler, watch your mouth. We’re at my pop’s store for God’s sake.”

I hopped down from the back of the truck and wiped my hands on the seat of my pants. I looked up at Tyler to make sure he heard me, but saw his blue eyes focused across the street.

“Come on man, its fuckin’ hot out here. What in the hell you starin’ at?” I knew what he was staring at. I aint even have to turn around, but I did anyways. I instantly saw what had caught his eye.

Parked across the street was a black girl with half her ass out, bent inside of an old pickup truck. She looked as if she was struggling to grab something, because with every move she made, her ass jiggled. I tried to look away and go back to unloading the truck, but as my eyes traveled up the slight roundness of her rump, I was itching to see what her face looked like.

Before I could satisfy my desire, Tyler’s voice brought me back to the task at hand.

“It seems like you’re just as much of a nigger lover as your pop is.”  I locked my jaw at his response. The last time he called my pa a nigger lover I blackened his eye.

He held a slight chuckle in his voice, as if the statement was said in jest, but he knew I wasn’t playing. My jaw ticked and I looked up at him, pretending I aint here him the first time.

“What did you say to me?” I moved towards the truck. Ready to grab his ankles and yank him out the truck. Yeah, we were best friends, but he knew I’d whoop his ass any day.

Instead of answering me, his hand moved down to palm the crotch of his pants, while his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Yessir. That’s some mighty fine ‘coon booty.”

An hour later, Tyler and I found ourselves sitting in the diner ordering lunch. Pa had called it a day for us, saying he had my cousin’s help if he needed anything else. Hell, I was happy. The shifts I was working down at the Meacon farm, and the care I was giving to Ma often had me worn out. Couple that with Tyler’s perverted, careless mouth, I was ready to go home.

Ever since he saw that girl his mouth wouldn’t stop going. It was something I couldn’t understand, how he could be as racist as they came, but fucked more black girls than I had seen in this town. In high school there were maybe no more than twenty black people there, and I only knew that because I saw them at the graduation.

Most of the time when I was with Tyler I became increasingly embarrassed because and irritated because of his disrespectful mouth. That shame only intensified when I knew he couldn’t help himself. He had this shit grin on his face and this sinister look in his eyes. We were sitting across from each other, with my back facing the door, and his facing the entrance of the diner.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” My eyebrows drew together as I saw his lips form into a smile that mimicked the Cheshire cat. He only nodded his head towards the exit.

I turned to see what he was talking about before I was halted with his foot jabbing into my calf.

“What the fuck is your—” My sentence was cut short by Tyler’s voice raising an octave, and the newfound presence of musk beside me. In two seconds his fingers were wrapped around the wrists of the passing person. Her body was slightly turned away from me, but I knew who it was. It was the girl from the truck. And from the look in Tyler’s eyes I knew he wanted to fuck with her.

“Hey beautiful, you mind refilling me up on my coffee?”  Tyler’s voice traveled over the noisiness of the diner. It drew me in, only to witness her reaction, but at the same time I wanted to look out the window. I didn’t have time for this today.

“Ty.” He ignored my call. His eyes were still trained on the girl and his fingers still wrapped around her wrist. I looked up into her face, which was twisted into confusion and an impending frustration.

“Excuse me sir, but I don’t work here.” Her voice came out in a low grumble, which I knew Tyler heard, because it echoed to my ears. She tugged on her wrist, but he still refused to move.

So I tried again. “Ty, let her go. She just said she didn’t work here.” His eyes didn’t flicker to me or show that they cared much of the sternness of my voice. He chose instead to open up his dickhead mouth.

“Could have fooled me,” His head tilted towards the counter. “Ain’t them your brothers and sisters back there?”

It was something about those words that did something to me. Whenever Tyler commented about blacks I never said anything back to show I agreed with his racist bullshit, nor did I ever say anything to counter it. I only tolerated it because somewhere in my shit-head mind I reasoned that this was the way he was raised and he didn’t know any better. But seeing the way he looked at her, with hate, lust, and fascination brewing in his eyes—stirred a type of disgust in me.

It had me calling out Tyler’s name a little louder now, which finally gave him the decency to look at me.

“You know what I’m talking about Bud? All of ‘em except Sophia. We all know she is el espano.” His grin didn’t back down, nor my increasing impatience. Before I knew it I was grabbing her wrist and wrenching it out of Tyler’s hand.

My body lurched towards Tyler, and seeing that dirty grin on his face, I almost fucked up his face.

“If you wanted her for herself, all you had to do was say so.” He held up his hands as if to say ‘I surrender’ and looked down at the table, with a chuckle brewing from his lips. He finally had the decency to look down, but two seconds later, I found his eyes meeting mine, then moving to watch her. His chuckled heightened at the look plastered on her face. I hadn’t paid her any mind—my mind more focused on Tyler’s actions than how she was actually doing.

There had been a bubbling disturbance in me that had me reaching out to grab her so that she wouldn’t be tainted with the presence of Tyler anymore. Not once did I think to look at her, and see how embarrassed and uncomfortable she had been.

But now, as I watched Tyler’s eyes glance down to my fingers that were once wrapped around her wrist, to her face, I took notice. The diner had hushed down to a mere silence, with the only noise coming from the back of the house where the cooks were making food. All the patron’s eyes had been trained on me and my actions, and not of those that belonged to Tyler.

I found myself drawing my hand back and placing it down at my side. My eyes, however, had different plans. I watched her step back, with a tremble in her lip, and her wrist held in her other hand. Her eyes darted from the floor, to Tyler’s face, to mines, and the other patrons. She looked lost, and confused. And all I wanted to do was help her. But the coward in me just stood there, looking dumb as shit while I watched her pretty little ass jiggle out of the diner, and back across the street.   

There was nothing better than driving down a country road with the windows down, and music blasting. My bangs had grown out down to my ears and flapped harshly against my skin while I tried unsuccessfully to push them behind me. This was soothing to me. As soothing as anything that had happened in the past year. A part of me had felt that that was what I had been doing—pushing things behind me—and as a result, I was ready to explode.

The day I left the diner, red in the face with anger and embarrassment, was the last day I had been back. Tyler had called me the first two days to apologize for his behavior. On the third day, when he realized I wouldn’t answer, he texted me and told me to fuck myself, or her—whichever one made me feel better. And for that I stayed away.

Pa had let me stay away, allowing me whatever space I needed. He knew I was trying to work on my anger, which is something I had been working on my whole life. I was never the sit-down-hush-your-face-and-take-it type. Whenever there was shit to be handled, it got handled.

Before leaving for college my parents had me go see some shrink to vent why I was angry all the time, and at some point, I couldn’t even figure out where it started. I just knew I wanted to hurt people when they hurt me. Period.

One could say I was doing good, until I came back from college on fall break. We invited Tyler over to dinner with my ma, younger brother, and sister. I hadn’t yet been back to the store, but May was catching me up on who all had been hired down at the diner and how it was going. Needless to say, Tyler had something to say about the black chef that had just been hired, and called my Daddy out his name.

Now that I look back at it, I questioned if I should have whooped his ass some more. It was my carnal desire to snatch his teeth out his mouth and make him eat them at the diner. But I couldn’t. Somewhere in my thought process I realized that I was a hypocrite. Here I was, ready to harm Tyler for being whom he was, but I still hung out with him. I still ate lunch with him every day of the week for our lunch break, went over to his daddy’s house—who I may add is a racist fuck—for dinner and blessed the food with them. Was I not racist? Was I not guilty by association?

“Turn right onto Wimbledon street.” My thoughts were interrupted by Siri’s voice. Between the vibration of the bass from my music, and the calming effect of the wind, I went into another world.

I loved my mornings early and nights even earlier. Pa had told me last night that in between my sulking and reclusiveness I needed to drop off some paint down in Cottonwood. Cottonwood was known as being the empty, “black” part of town, one could say. Like I said, not many blacks lived here, but if they did, this is where they lived. A lot of them lived in houses that had seen better days, and were once owned by whites. Back in the days these were probably the fanciest houses on the block, but now they were saddened by peeling paint, chipped wood, and sagging porches.

With my truck parked, t-shirt on, and paint in hand, I knocked on the gray door and waited for a response. We barely had paint orders, but when we did, we always personally delivered so we could show our dedication to our customers.  Alongside that we offered a painting service at a low price. Usually on these trips Tyler would be with me, but because this task was so small, and I was still mad at the both of us, I figured it best to let him be.

“Who is it?” I heard a faint voice call from behind the door.

I took a step back and let them know I was the Paint Guy. Within seconds the knob on the door was jiggling and the door was being opened. I wasn’t a smiling person, but I was a gentleman.

“Morning ma’am.” I nodded my head at the pretty older lady staring back at me. Her glistening brown eyes danced with joy at my motion to the paint in my hand.

“Oh thank goodness. You’re finally here! I have been waiting for this so I could get rid of this dreary color my ma had painted on these walls. ‘Bout killed me.” Besides being pretty, the first thing I noted about this woman was her accent. She was country, that was for sure, but she wasn’t from around these parts. I had only ever been so far in North Carolina, but when I did I took notice of the way people talked.

When she noticed I wasn’t behind her, she turned around and motioned for me to come in.

“Sorry sweetheart. You come on in, and shut the door. If my daughter even hears the sunshine outside, she will come down here and kill us both.” I walked in behind her and closed the door gently with my boot. The house was a nice size. Probably one of the nicest I had been in on these parts.

“Would you like for me to take one of those for you?” She nodded towards one of the cans I had in my hand. Before she could even begin to finish the sentence, I was shaking my head no.

“No ma’am. I got these just fine. If you could just show me where I’ll be setting up today.” Always a gentleman. Pa taught me right.

“Of course! Come this way,” She turned away from me and we walked away from the door and further into the living room.

“Please don’t mind the mess right now. Ellie and I have been moving stuff around and rearranging.” The mess she referred to was none other than the furniture she had taken out of one room and stuffed into the next. We walked through the living room, down a hallway, then off to the left where a small room was placed beside the stairs.

“This is it. Now we cleared everything out, so you should be good to go.” She motioned for me to enter the room. Her lithe body stood over to the side with hands clasped in front of her, and a smile on her face.

I nodded at her and gently smiled back. I believe I liked this woman.

“By the way, don’t be afraid to make any noise. If Ellie wakes up, then she just wakes up. That girl sleeps way too much.” Her body moved to exit the room, but then she stopped.

“And if you need anything, I will be around doing something to this house. So don’t hesitate to just call my name, which is Nicole by the way.” Her small hand reached out towards me and I took it gently.

“Bud, Ms.” I gently squeezed it, then released. After noting the satisfaction on her face, and hearing her retreating footsteps, I reasoned that maybe today was going to be a good day.

I was a big man with a big appetite. I wasn’t one for snacks, but with every meal, you could bet that my plate would be licked clean. That’s why my initial refusal to stay for lunch was persistent. One could liken my eating habits to the angry exploits of the Hulk. Which could be off putting to people who were not accustomed to me and my ways.

“If you don’t mind ma’am, I would just rather work through lunch and go on head and finish the room. I am almost there.” I watched her nod her head and peruse the room.

“Yea, it is almost finished. And if I didn’t mind I wouldn’t ask you to stay. Now come on, and quit your mess.” I mentally sighed. Somewhere on the third wall, my body had reminded me that I had a restless night last night.

“I hope you don’t mind, I made breakfast.” Her voice filled up the space of the kitchen we entered.

“Ellie can be a picky eater sometimes. And when she is, all she will eat is breakfast food.” I listened as Ms. Nicole walked around the kitchen talking half-heartedly to herself and to me. I responded when necessary, and gave her the most genuine smile I could plaster on my face. Painting at high noon had left me greasy, paint streaked, and sweaty. I did not want to be here, but here I was, accepting orange juice and exchanging minute niceties.

“Give or take five minutes and Ellie should be down.” I wasn’t as excited as she was, but I’d take it. Before I could do anything else, I remembered that I told Pa I’d call him when I was almost finished.

“If you don’t mind ma’am, I’m going to run out to my truck.”

I couldn’t have been out of the door any quicker. As soon as my boot hit the grass, I sighed a sigh of relief. If it felt good this morning, it was feeling right, right now. For the past couple of years, spring had become nonexistent, but God decided to bless us with a grace period of wind and dogwoods this year.

While the wind felt good on my back, I couldn’t stop the thoughts swarming through my head. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here. I wanted to get away from Lennon. It was this thought that went through my head when I heard the slam of the screen door.

I had my head down, ducked between my arms that rested on the hood of my truck. At the sound, my body jumped, and I immediately began mentally preparing an explanation as to why I was taking so long, but my words got caught in my throat.

There she was. Standing in all her glory, with expressive eyes just as bright as her ma’s. She was dressed simply, and presented herself as if she had just rolled out of bed. The wrinkled tank she had on couldn’t be disguised by the cardigan that adorned her shoulders. Nor could it have done a better job of flashing a hint of flesh at me, where it ended and the pair of shorts on her stubby legs began. Her nipples, straining against the fabric of the shirt, flashed out at me. She didn’t move to cover them. I wanted to say hi to them.

Her eyes bore into my face, but I couldn’t look. I couldn’t do it. After leaving the diner, I went through a thousand scenarios of how I would apologize to her, if I ever saw her again. And now that she was here, in the flesh, my lips couldn’t set themselves aside to let the words I had so carefully planned to escape. I felt like a pussy. Shit. I had never been tongue-tied over a woman.  

A sorry would have sufficed. While I reasoned that I had nothing to be sorry about, I felt I needed to apologize on my behalf for who I was—the said hypocrite. I felt I needed to explain to her that I was not a racist, even if I was with Butthead. But none of that came out.

Instead, I stood there like a little bitch, and let my eyes stay trained on the brown skin of her feet. I sat there and watched her short toes flex beneath my stare, mulling over how the fact the chicken in me was bigger than what I had known. Without warning, her left foot moved away from the porch.

Instinctively, I shot my hand out. “Stay there.” In the one minute we had been in each other’s presence, I had shoved my hands into my pocket. At the sound of my husky voice, my hands began to tremble. Clearing my throat, I tried again. But this time, I glanced up at her. I had startled her, and on shaky legs she put her foot back in place, and even took a step back into the grove of the porch.

“I’m sorry. There’s um—there’s just um—sticky brows all over the yard. And you’re barefooted,” I motioned towards the brown rounds that littered the yard. “Just don’t want you to get hurt.” I glanced at her again, and watched her nod her head. But this time, I caught wind of the look in her eyes. It was the same look that I probably had in mines.

I wondered if after that night, had she stayed up thinking of what she should or could have done to not be a part of the show in the diner. Or even if she prepared something—hell, a voodoo doll—in case she ever saw Tyler or I again.

“Is your friend here?” Her voice came out barely above a whisper. She titled her head back towards the house and I almost immediately began shaking my head no. I saw the fear and animosity in her eyes.  At the mere thought of Tyler being here, I ran my hands through my bangs and shook my head no again. I would be a fool to bring Tyler to this part of town, even if he and I were on good terms.

I watched her nod her head and look away towards a field on the east. She was quiet, and it scared me. I expected her to come at me swinging, but here she was, killing me softly.

The wind blew through her thick hair, and upon closer inspection, I could see sweat forming on her upper lip. I could have bet money that she was just as anxious as I was.

 Not under her solemn stare anymore, I found courage somewhere inside of me to at least call her back to me. But before I could exercise my new-found strength, I watched the screen door creak open behind her.

“Ellie! Have you met Bud? What are you out here doing? Ya’ll better come on in here and eat.” She seemed to go ignored as Ellie’s eyes stayed trained on the distance and my eyes stayed trained on her.

 I didn’t know whether or not to be mad at Ms. Nicole for disrupting my path to redemption, or praise her for being my savoir. Either way, I knew I needed to eventually speak to Ellie, to make things right. Ms. Nicole held the door open for us to come in, and for a moment I watched the petite girl.

She looked up to the sky, as if seeking out God in the clouds, then turned on her heel. “I aint hungry.” She grumbled, before moving past Ms. Nicole, away from me, and back into the house. 

Her name was Roxanne. Went by Roxy. Got fucked like she was the Virgin Mary. We all knew these girls. The old flings we could never put to rest. The everlasting pussy we always knew would be waiting for us at home, even when our dicks would be limp and their pussy dry as the Sahara. Yeah, we knew those girls. She was rubbing up against me right now. Her twinkling green eyes were casting spells on my dick and paralyzing my body.

She knew what was up. We were going to fuck tonight. The beer that had been swishing around my mouth finally settled down my throat once I felt her rub her hand across my hard-on. I titled my head back to allow her lips to graze my neck, and to close the distance between us.

If anybody saw us, they didn’t care. They also knew that I didn’t give a shit that they cared. We were sitting inside BJ’s, a bar at night, restaurant during the day. It was a good twenty minute drive from town, but every sane man made that drive every Friday night to see which girl showed up with the biggest titties.

The drinks were always flowing. The girls were always horny. So, why not? Right?

“Eh yo, Jimmy! Can we get a Budlight down here? Bud here is ‘bout empty. Gone have to get him right tonight,” Roxy had changed positions. Her smidge of an ass was now grinding slow circles into my crotch and I was loving every bit of it. My mind too hazed to think to tell her I aint need no more fucking beers. But she liked me drunk when we fucked. Said I turned into a monster.

“Aint that right Bud?” Her comment was meant for me, but out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a new presence. A second pair of eyes trained on us. From her new position, it gave me a side open view to the door. I hadn’t paid no mind to who was coming in or out. I had been thinking with my dick for the past thirty minutes, and wouldn’t have had it no other way, until I saw glanced those hips standing a good five feet from me.

My hands entertained Roxanne and her awkward advances on my dick, but my eyes were trying to make out why she was here. Was the Lord playing games on me? My apology was not ready for her. Not even in a sobered state could I say shit to her.

I watched her take in the place. She didn’t belong here. And from the looks of the other patron’s eyes trained on her, she was a sheep in a wolf’s den. We may have been in a racist town, but one thing the white boys loved more than anything was a pretty face and a fat ass. And Elouise had it. She seemed poised in her position by the door. While the other girls were loose and falling over their tits, Elouise had a freshness about her. Like she was a Queen visiting her servants in their chambers. I chuckled at the thought. I should have known from the way that she walked that she was no Roxanne.

Roxanne walked to be fucked. Ellie walked to entice your soul. I got that impression from being with her in mere minutes. I sholl won’t going to find out what the hell else spell she could cast on me from spending the rest of the night at the bar.

Before her Ellie’s eyes could meet mines, I grabbed the attention of Roxanne. Her nipples were no stranger to me, and the squeeze to them was my mention that it was time to go. Although I knew that I wouldn’t get out of here unnoticed, I didn’t care to cough up a half-assed apology now.

Her body rested against mines, with a beer limp in her hand. “You ready to go honey?”  Her voice floated up to me, and I pinched her nipple to tell her it was time. She whined at first, but a slap to her ass told her to get going. I needed my cock sucked. And I needed it done fast. Before she mustered up the strength to stand upright, her body slacked back up against mines.

“Well lookey lookey. Gotta new bitch in here.” Her lips grazed my ear, and the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap lipstick made its way to my nose. My ears twitched. A part of me didn’t appreciate her calling Ellie a bitch when she didn’t know her. Hell, I know the whole bar was thinking the same thing. But I couldn’t fight all of them.

Before I could move her away from me, somewhere from a corner I heard a whistle. My eyes peered to the side and I saw Ellie sway her hips over here. Jesus, she was going to be ate alive.

“Go throw up whatever fucking booze you have in your belly. ‘Cause you ain’t gagging shit on me tonight.” It was a harsh whisper in her ear. But I didn’t care. I had other business to take care of. With a sloppy kiss to my mouth, and a pout planted on her lips, she attempted to sashay away from me with her cardboard hips and thin legs. What the fuck did I see in her? I almost laughed at her attempt at sex appeal. The only thing that appealed to me was the vagina sitting between her legs. And that was all folks.

Stationed to the right of me was a bowl of peppermints. I wasn’t drunk yet, but had sure been feeling the booze settle in to my belly, and in my mouth. They quickly found a home in the confinement of my right cheek. And boy did I suck. Talking to Ellie and convincing her to leave was no easy task. Talking to her with shit breath wasn’t going to make it any better.

The bar wasn’t big, but tonight, it was packed enough to make BJ some money. From spotting her movements from the door, I had thought she made her way to the bar stools. But when I swiveled in my chair to face the lady that was causing my brows to actually fucking sweat, I was met with a surprise.

She was nowhere in fucking sight. I blinked once, twice. Hell, three times, to make sure the cigarette fog wasn’t fucking with my eyeballs. Where the fuck is she? My heart thudded in my chest as my chair swiveled and I searched every crease in the room. These white boys were goons. And in a town like this where the black community was almost non-existent, I didn’t want anything to happen to the innocence of Ms. Nicole’s daughter. At least that’s what I told myself.

Plus, she needed to hear my fucking apology before one of these dipshits tarnished my name any further. My attempt at fixing my posture whilst dragging my straightened back across the floor went unnoticed to her, but not to him. I wanted to appear like the alpha wolf. Not some dying fish gasping for air. I wanted to demand her attention, and dammit, I was going to get it.

My boots thudded to a stop in front of them. From the distance I had perused their positions. She had a beer nestled between her small hands, while his fingers played with the material on her knee. Up close, she had snuggled closer to him, with both of their bodies turned into the other. He had this shit grin on his face and the look of satisfaction in his eye. She, on the other hand, had a look of uneasiness and pleasure, possibly from his stubby fingers rubbing her knee. Unbeknownst to the both of them, I was about to stop this shit.

Once in front of them, the sniggling between them stopped, and his pearly whites flashed up to me.

“Hey, how you doing?” His raspy voice traveled to my ears and I shook my head. Why was she even sitting with him? He sounded like he had swallowed the nails and the hammer.

His greeting had been aimed at me but my eyes were trained on her. She had yet to meet my eyes, but I was going to fix that. Coming in closer, I reached down and quickly swiped the beer from her hands.

“I thought you quit this shit Elouise?” I shook the beer above their heads. A look of confusion crossed both their faces. Shit-face turned to Ellie and raised a questioning eyebrow at her. But before either could speak, I pounced in.

“Do you even know how old she is, dude?” I pointed an accusatory finger to her. My eyes flickered back to Shit-face and a grimace began to form. His body immediately began to back away from Ellie and her spells. “Because she is actually seventeen.”

“She fucking told me she was twenty-one.” His eyes diverted from me to land on the pure shock that was written across her face. With every word spoken, her arms reached for his retreating figure.

“Don’t listen to him Michael,” Ahh, so that was shit-face’s name. Her words came out as a plea, but did nothing to comfort the butt-hurt Michael. I saw her reach for his arm, but succeeded in only making him snatch his arm back as she burned him.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He mumbled as he walked away. Her hands dropped back to her side. Words had never been sweeter to me. Once I made sure he had found another corner to sulk in, I grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

Immediately, I felt the tension in her hand as if she was going to snatch it out of my hand, and possibly slap the shit out of me, but I didn’t let her. I stood up to my full height and towered over her as if to dare her to dare me. I wanted her to dare me tonight. Because in five minutes she was either going to be thanking me, or cussing me out. I had yet to figure out how my night was going to end.

Without hesitation, I snatched her body close to mines and halfway dragged her out. The whole way I felt her stiffen and tense at my side as she fought to rid herself of my hands, but I didn’t care. I was fucking saving her.

“Be still, please.” I peered down into her shimmering brown eyes and she nodded, and finally relaxed at my side. Good girl.

As soon as we pushed through the glass doors of the bar, she wrenched her body from mines.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” In two seconds, she had closed the distance between us and was peering up into my face.

“Like really, I need to know what the actual fuck is wrong with you? The first time I meet you, you’re with some racist asshole whose sole mission was to embarrass me. The next time I meet you, you’re playing nice with my mama and eating my pancakes in my house. And now, you’re dragging me out of bars like you’re my fucking boyfriend. So yeah, I really need to know what the fuck is wrong with you.”

The whole time she spoke, she did not break contact with me, or run out of breath. Instead, her body inched closer to mines with the promise of physically harming me. But I was ready for it. Shit. I was buzzed and hadn’t been in a good fight in years. Hadn’t fucked in a month. So I was ready.

Was I scared of her? No. But one thing was for sure, she had earned my respect. I had a yet to meet a woman to call me out.

“Where’s your truck?” I had said it so easily, and nonchalantly that I could tell it had her taken aback.

The storm brewing in her eyes had only darkened the irises. She was still for a moment, allowing the smell of her sweet perfume to finally claim my senses. Before I could repeat myself, she smirked at me and nodded her head. I needed her to tell me. The onset of a headache was moving in, and it was making me irritated.

“Fuck you Bud.”

She had thought that she was going to spin around, and walk away from me. But I was not one to play. I didn’t have any time to waste. She was going to learn today that Lennon was a dangerous place for a pretty lady such as her. That I was a dangerous man living in a dangerous place.

It was if I had been practicing for years. It took me no time to slide one hand between her thighs and the other to grip her hips. Tossing her over my shoulder made me feel like the Hulk. I could feel the roundness of her belly pressing into my blades, and it gave me a new sensation. Roxanne had never felt like that. I was always met with bone.

Her squeals fell on deaf ears. The slaps on my back only caused me to squeeze her thighs. Either she was going to be quiet or I was going to make her be quiet. I didn’t need anybody hounding my ass right now. She had yet to know these options. I was only hoping she would be a good girl.

Once I spotted her truck I made a beeline for it. Careful to not lose my footing in the graveled parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?” I heard her huff.

“To your car.”

“Please don’t drop me.” I squeezed her thigh again, and was met with a sweet musk. My dick perked up. I wanted to lick her.

“I won’t.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” If only she knew that that probably wasn’t going to be the first promise I was going to make to her. I was a man standing at six feet, two inches. My college years spent at the gym were all held accountable for this one night: to carry milady, half-assed drunk to her carriage. We seemed to be the perfect match. She, short and round. Me, tall and sturdy. Yep, pretty damn fit to me.

I tried to ease her down onto the hood of her truck, but her eagerness to get down caused her to land with a thud.

Before I could assess the damage, I felt two hard shoves to my chest. In my state, naturally, I stumbled back a little, but regained my footing. Not fucking tonight.

“Ellie.” I groaned. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. My eyes were closed, but I was listening for any other sudden attack.

When I partially opened my eyes, and moved back into her space, she took the chance to come at me again, with heat in her eyes, but my reflexes weren’t having her Kung-Fu-Panda act tonight.

“Fucking stop Elouise.” I had invaded her personal space. And it took both of us by surprise. I had grabbed both of her hands and pinned them down on the hood of the truck. Her legs lay open to me, with me wedged between them. In no way were they touching me, but if I took one step closer I was sure she was going to feel my dick crying in my pants.

She sat there still. But her gaze never faltered. She was trying me. She was daring me. Note: I told her not to dare me.

“I saved you back there.” The words had barely left my mouth before I heard her turn her head and scoff. If there was one thing I didn’t like, was that people didn’t believe me. My fingers immediately rose to grip her chin to bring her attention back to me.

“Listen pretty. I saved your ass back there. Do you want to know how?” I had drew my face closer, because I needed her to understand. She couldn’t just waltz around these parts with her thick, jiggling ass.

She didn’t move, so I continued.

“Guys from around here, in these parts, don’t care ‘bout nothing other than getting their dick wet. Do you understand that?” She looked at me like she hated that I was telling her the truth. But I didn’t back down.

“And you want to know what they do with beautiful creatures such as yourself?” I moved my hand to brush back a stray hair that lingered on her forehead. I saw her twitch.

“They will liquor you up, black or white, take you ‘round back, and fuck you ‘till you bleed thunderstorms.” My voice was coming out in a hushed whisper. She might have thought me to be lying. But I could have gladly introduced her to girls right now who had been through it. Who were still in there trying to get their tits touched.

“They’re monsters Ellie. Understand that, okay?” she nodded her head. I thought it was in submission, but instead came the look of confusion on her face.

“So what’s the difference between you and them huh? You telling me you going to fuck me, versus them actually doing it huh?” Her smooth voice came out as indignant, but I sensed the meekness. I fed off of her innocence.

My body, with a mind of its own, inched closer, so that I was able to bend down and whisper into her ear. We weren’t going to fuck tonight, but I was going to fuck with her mind.

“I am a different type of monster.” My lips grazed against her ear, then followed my nose, and without a doubt, the brain of my dick was taking over. Her smell was fucking with me. Shit, I wanted to finger her on the hood of the truck. But I needed to protect her. That’s the least I could do for letting Tyler fuck with her.

“I could be your monster, Elouise.” The whispers in her ears caused her body to shudder. With each tremble, it had brought her legs closer to the bulge between my legs. Temptation, with its own demons, called out to me to caress her thigh, and make her release her screams and her soul to me while I was fucking her senseless.

But there was a nagging voice clearing through the sex filled haze in my mind. It cleared up the darkness that brewed in my system at the mere thought of being tainted with the innocence of Ellie.

I had no intention of moving, but she had other plans once the calls of my name became closer. I unglued myself from the truck, but not before looking into her eyes. The warmth in her eyes had been replaced with anticipation. With submission.

“Do you understand?” Her lips moved to answer me, but she chose to answer with a nod. I tried not to smirk. Little did she know, she just signed herself over to me.

“Goodnight Elouise. Go home. Now.” I didn’t wait around to see if she would leave. I knew she’d follow orders.

I wasted no time in returning back to Roxanne’s body and squealing. It had been her calling me in the parking lot. It would only take ten minutes to fuck her face and be done with her. It would only take one to let her know she was now yesterday’s trash.