I looked around, panicked. There was nowhere for me to run.
And then there was the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the road.
He appeared out of nowhere. His bike stopped between me and Daddy. He looked at me. “Get on,” he said.
I stared at him, hesitating. I had never been on a bike before.
“The fuck is this?” Daddy roared.
Ford kicked him in the stomach, flinging him back. He landed on his ass in a pile of mud.
“Come on,” Ford said to me.
I threw my legs over the back, grabbed onto his strong, muscular body, and held on. The bike roared to life and we were off, flying through the night.
I had never laughed so loudly in my entire life. The image of Daddy drunk out of his mind and angry as hell in that mud puddle was too incredible. The feeling of flying combined with that image made the sting of Daddy’s slap disappear.
I held on to Ford’s ripped body as we drove. I didn’t care where we were going, so long as we just kept moving. I wanted to go forever, to ride on that bike forever, to get far, far away from Daddy and our shitty small town.
Soon, though, Ford pulled off the main road down a gravel path. He stopped when we got to the end and climbed off.
I stood up and stared at him. Ford took his helmet off and nodded at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Come on.” He started walking toward some woods. I hesitated but decided to follow him. Ford was a little scary and had a pretty bad reputation, but I had never seen him do anything dangerous. True, he was cocky, and sometimes he’d said some pretty dirty things to me over the years. But frankly, he made my heart race, and I could tell that my pussy was soaking wet, a new feeling for me.
He made me feel something no other boy had. That was probably because Ford was a man already, tall, broad, and covered in muscles. He didn’t have that awkward, self-conscious uncertainty that other boys did. Ford took what he wanted when he wanted it, and he didn’t seem to care what other people thought of him.
I followed as he moved through the dark woods. I stumbled once but he caught me, holding me upright. He didn’t say a word, just kept walking.
Eventually we walked out into a clearing. We stood at the bank of a lake, and a single bench was just ahead. He walked over to it and sat down.
I sat down next to him. We looked out over the water together.
“Your old man is a real prick,” he said.
“I know.”
“He ever lay a hand on you like that again, you come to my house. Okay?”
I looked at him, surprised. “You know he’s a cop, right?”
“I don’t give a fuck about that. Just because he’s a cop doesn’t mean he’s not a fucking asshole.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I paused, frowning. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because you make me fucking hard, Caralee.”
I was surprised at that. “What do you mean?” I said stupidly.
“You know I look at you. It’s because I’ve wanted to fuck that body of yours for as long as I’ve known you. Shit, since we were little kids.”
“You helped me because you want to have sex with me?”
He laughed. “No, not exactly. My mom is like your dad, you know. Except I’m bigger than she is. I guess I noticed you needed someone bigger than your dad to help out.”
“Oh,” I said. “Your mom drinks?”
“Like a fucking fish. Your dad would like her.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “How didn’t I know that?”
“I keep that shit under wraps. Been bigger than her for a long time now.”
We were quiet then, just sitting next to each other. I kept thinking about him getting hard, about him watching me, and that excitement in my core just kept building. Ford was way more than I’d thought he was, more than just the hot asshole across the street. I’d never expected him to help me like that, much less to open up about having a drunk for a mom.
He looked down at me and grinned. I was looking up at him, my mouth hanging open.
That was when he kissed me.
I pressed my body against his, our lips moving together, his tongue entering my mouth. I’d never been kissed like that before, so intensely, such an amazing hunger. That feeling in my core practically exploded, my pussy beyond soaked, and waves of intense, exciting pleasure swept through me.
His arms grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him and could feel his cock hard against my core. I gasped a little as he kept kissing me, and I began to rub myself against him.
I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know what I was doing, really. All I knew was that his cock felt amazing against my soaked pussy through my thin shorts, and I just kept grinding against him.