Page 25 of Road to Nowhere (Road to Nowhere 1)

  “Yeah… can see that. But umm… thanks. You kinda saved me there.”

  “No worries. Ain’t ever seen you around here. Got a name?” he asked, towering over me and letting his eyes wander all over my body.

  “Mia, but you can call me Pippin,” I answered without thinking.

  “Pippin,” he repeated, nodding.

  It was weird hearing him call me that when only one other person ever did. The way it rolled off his tongue was doing things to me, making me feel familiar flutters in my stomach. I found myself liking it, waiting for him to say it again. I didn’t know if it was from the way he said it or from who gave me the nickname in the first place, but it brought a sense of calm over me, making me feel safe for some reason.

  “How old are you?” he questioned, pulling me away from my thoughts.

  “Why do you ask?”

  He chuckled, “Right… girls don’t like sayin’ their age. Yeah?”

  “I’m eighteen,” I lied.

  “Ah, the only reason I asked was cuz you look too sweet and innocent to be hangin’ around these parts. Doesn’t seem like your scene.”

  “Is it because I’m not dressed like a whore?” I blurted, unable to help myself.

  He grinned, eyeing me up and down again. Taking in my black flowy dress and cowboy boots. Stopping just above my cleavage, he murmured, “I like what you’re wearin’. Nice change of pace.”

  I swallowed hard, locking eyes with him.

  “Besides everythin’ you’re showin’ are just the parts I really like.”

  I beamed, my face turning beet red. It was the first time a guy had talked to me that way.

  “Wanna beer?”

  “Sure.”

  “Come on.” He gestured with a nod to follow him.

  When we walked back inside to grab a few beers, it was even more packed than before. Leaving very little room to shift through the crowd. Husky men towered above me making it nearly impossible to see over everyone’s heads. I tried my best to keep up with Rebel but lost him for a second in the madness. Before I could panic, his strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me back into his hard body. He smiled down at me with a look of reassurance, making my belly flutter and my heart beat faster. Whispering in my ear to stay close, he grabbed my hand that time and led the way.

  We stopped by the bar and he grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cooler instead of beer, taking a cup and a few club sodas, too. I followed him outside, walking past the partygoers, going to the field where most of the cars were parked. He never let go of my hand, which I was grateful for. I still wasn’t completely comfortable with the whole situation. Though he made things better.

  “You’re gonna need some help,” Rebel said, glancing back at me with the same grin I’d come to expect. He pulled down the tailgate to his massive souped-up Chevy truck, patting the metal for me to take a seat. “I’m used to handlin’ big things.” Winking at me, he grabbed a hold of my waist as if I weighed nothing, gently setting me down on the tailgate. Stepping between my thighs and still holding my waist when he was done, he stated, “You feel good in my arms, Pippin.”

  My breathing hitched. “Wow… you need better lines, buddy. You sure you’re getting laid as much as your friend said?”

  He laughed from deep within his chest, throwing his head back. “I fuckin’ like you.” Pulling away, hopping up on the truck bed to sit beside me. “Never brought a girl out to my truck.”

  “Yeah… yeah… yeah…”

  Grinning, he reached behind me to grab a cup. Filling it more than half way with vodka, mixing in a dash of the club soda. “Even brought ya some girly shit to drink,” he responded, handing it to me.

  I took a sip. Immediately clearing my throat from the strong taste burning its way down my chest. Trying to act like it wasn’t the first time I drank this.

  He knowingly smiled, placing the bottle between his legs. He started to rub my back. “Sorry… I got a loose hand.”

  “What about you?” I asked, suddenly feeling all warm inside. I didn’t know if it was from his hand touching me again or the liquor.

  Maybe it was a little of both.

  He brought the bottle up to his lips, taking a swig. Setting it back between his legs again. Taking it down like a pro. “What about me?”

  “You drink a lot?” I sarcastically questioned.

  “Enough.”

  “I see that. How old are you?”

  “Almost nineteen.”

  I was relieved he was only three years older than me, even though he didn’t have to know that.

  “Ya live around here?”

  “Not far. Oak Island. How about you?”

  He shook his head, taking another swig from the bottle. “Don’t wanna talk about me. I know all about this motherfucker, wanna learn about you,” he informed, bumping my shoulder with his.

  “Not much to tell. What you see is what you get,” I countered, twirling my hair around my finger, biting my lip.

  “Well, then… I’m fuckin’ liking every inch of what I see.”

  He reached over, rubbing his rough, calloused fingers back and forth on my thigh, igniting something familiar in my body. Bringing back memories of Creed touching me the exact same way not too long ago. Making me wish he was here to see that I wasn’t the baby girl he claimed I was. To see that I was a grown-ass woman too, having the time of her life. My mind drifted wondering if I wasn’t a virgin would he still have stopped that night? If I went to him in a week or a month not a virgin anymore, would he have me?

  I quickly shook off the plaguing thoughts before they ruined my night. Chastising myself for thinking of him in the first place.

  I was there with Rebel.

  Not Creed.

  Even though… I wanted Creed.

  I brought my red Solo cup to my lips, drinking back way more than I had been. Wanting to get rid of the thoughts and memories of the guy who hurt me on purpose. Stifling a grin when I saw Rebel eyeing me over the rim of his bottle. Looking at me with nothing but mischief in his eyes.

  I wanted to forget.

  And I knew Rebel was the perfect guy I could do that with. He was trouble in the best possible way.

  We sat there for I don’t know how long, exchanging flirty banter. Throwing drink after drink back like they were water, till the bottle of vodka was almost gone. My lips tingled, my face was on fire, and my body was numb. It was the first time in forever I felt so carefree, throwing my head back laughing, enjoying the way he made me feel. Having a great time with a guy who was just along for the ride, like me.

  At one point the song “American Pie” by Don McLean came on from the clubhouse. I hopped off the tailgate and stumbled a bit, realizing just how drunk I really was. Rebel caught me around the waist before I face-planted to the ground, laughing his ass off along with me. Giggling as I was trying to regain my balance.

  “You’re just like a savior, huh? You my own Prince Charming?” I chuckled, standing upright in his arms.

  He caressed the side of my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my lips in a back and forth motion. “Been called worse things.”

  I smiled, pushing off of him, dancing all around and twirling in circles with my arms out. Singing at the top of my lungs, not giving a shit who was watching the drunken performance of my lifetime. Rebel leaned against his truck, folding his arms over his chest and watching me make a fool out of myself but liking every second of it. As if it was the first time someone was being real around him.

  The alcohol acting as the liquid courage I needed for what I was about to do. Relishing in the way he was looking at me, I started to dance for him. Seductively working my hands up my sides, bringing my dress up a little with them. Peeking over at him, swaying my body to the beat of the music, provocatively looking into his eyes as the song continued to blare in the night. I spun around with my back now facing him, shutting my eyes, lifting my hair up off the nook of my neck as I continued to move my hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

  Until I f

elt a strong hand grab my stomach, tugging me back against his hard chest. Swaying us slowly together to the melody. He gripped my chin, tilting my head back and making me look up through my lashes into his dilated, dark blue eyes. His expression had turned heady, matching my own. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly becoming dry. His eyes followed the movement of my tongue as he leaned in, softly pecking my lips. Turning me back around so his warm body was flush with mine as our mouths danced against one another. Starting off slow but quickly escalating to the point where his hands started to roam down my back, reaching my ass. Gripping it hard, causing me to moan into his mouth.

  “Woooweee! Rebel, git‘er done, boy!” someone yelled from the clubhouse.

  I jolted, immediately trying to pull away, but he held me firmer, not allowing me to move an inch.

  “Walk along! You fuck! Ain’t nothin’ to see!” he yelled back, flipping him off. Focusing his attention back on me.

  “So…” I breathed out, wrapping my arms around his neck. Still trying to govern my breaths. Pretending like we weren’t just interrupted. “Are you going to show me your room?”

  He grinned without another word, crashing his mouth on mine as he lifted me in his arms and carried me toward the clubhouse. Placing me down on my feet once we reached the partygoers. He took me by the hand and led me inside toward a long, narrow hallway. I made a mental note to remember where the front door was from his room. He opened the door into the dim lighting of the room, instantly kicking it shut and backing me up against it with a loud thud as if he couldn’t get enough of me. Kissing me exactly the same way he had been all night.

  Our greedy hands never left each other’s bodies as we stumbled our way toward his bed. Knocking shit over, making things shatter to the ground.

  The only thing I knew to be true was in that moment I wanted him. I wanted his kiss, his touch, his taste, and his hands all over me.

  Specifically, his dick.

  I reached for his cut, and he helped me pull it off of him, throwing it out of the way. Continuing the assault on our mouths like we were glued together and couldn’t come apart not even for a second. I’d never felt anything like this before. I didn’t have any control over my actions, my body desperately wanting something I’d never experienced. At the same time, it felt like I knew what I was doing, my movements instinctual like they had been programmed inside me since birth.

  For the first time, I understood how my friends could have meaningless sex, how you could want to give yourself to someone, give into the moment that just felt really good. No emotions, no I love yous, just primal yearning for some sort of relief.

  My stomach clenched.

  My sex throbbed.

  I reached for the buckle of his belt.

  “Hey… hey… hey… calm down… I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he groaned, smiling against my lips and reaching for the hem of my dress.

  I let him take it off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. Promptly pulling away, leaning back to admire my body. His eyes devouring me in ways I remembered all too well.

  I closed my eyes, shaking off the sentiment of the guy I couldn’t stop thinking about, leaning in to kiss Rebel instead. Needing the passion and desire to cloud my thoughts. I reached for his belt buckle again, this time he allowed me to undo it.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he groaned against my lips, moving us onto the bed. “Anyone ever tell you that?”

  I chuckled, shaking my head no as he gently laid me down on the mattress, hovering above me. Continuing his assault down the side of my neck, placing soft kisses down to my cleavage. In one sudden movement he removed my bra, tossing it aside, caressing and sucking my other breast, leaving me breathless beneath him. I could feel his erection on my sex, purposely moving his hips, creating an insane tingling I felt all over.

  He looked up at me with hooded eyes, working his way down my body, pulling at the seam of my panties, tossing them aside, too. When I realized what he was going to do, I grabbed onto the sides of his face. Bringing him back up to kiss me. It brought back too many memories of Creed, and he was the last person I wanted to think about in that moment…

  There with Rebel.

  His hand slid in between my thighs. It didn’t take long for my breathing to become heavy, feeling my chest rising and my back arching as he moved his fingers all around my core. My legs started to shake. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I felt like I was going to explode. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my breathing faltered.

  Falling over the edge.

  “Ah…” I gasped over and over again. Not wanting the feeling to ever end.

  I rode the high for as long as I could until I heard a rustling of some sort to my right. Fluttering my eyes open, I realized he was tearing open a condom. Pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots and jeans. He half-smiled as I tried to hide the surprised look on my face when I saw his hard dick spring free. Deciding to look the other way as he was sliding the condom down his length.

  He crawled back over to my naked body, locking me in with his arms. Kissing me again, placing his dick at my opening. I let myself get lost in the feel of his body on top of mine, of his lips against mine, of the way everything felt so damn good.

  All those emotions were gone in an instant.

  In one swift movement, he was deep inside me. Tearing through my innocence in a way I never expected it would feel before. My back jolted off the bed as I yelping loud from the sudden intrusion and pain of it all.

  He immediately stopped, looking down at me, bewildered. I tightly shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him, even though I could still feel his penetrating stare on me.

  “You’re a fuckin’ virgin?” he stated as a question in a shocked and pissed off tone.

  I nodded, still not opening my eyes. Mostly because I didn’t want him to see how embarrassed I was.

  “Fuck…” he scoffed out, starting to remove himself from me.

  “No!” I opened my eyes, grabbing onto his shoulders, holding him in place. “It’s fine… I swear. Don’t stop.”

  He jerked back, arching an eyebrow. Peering down at me, confused. “What the fuck? Don’t girls want their first time to be special or some shit?” he paused, contemplating what he was going to say next. Rendering him speechless. His conflicting emotions getting in the way of what I still wanted to happen between us.

  Taking a deep breath, he let on, “Mia, I’m not that guy. I mean I like ya… but fuck… I’m not… you know… I don’t… Shit this is hard...” He shook his head, thinking he was hurting my feelings, but I understood what he was trying to say.

  “I’m not that girl, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I know this is just… whatever it is. I don’t expect anything from you. All I want is to have some fun, you’re fun,” I honestly spoke, hoping he would understand but not knowing how much I could tell him to where he would.

  He sighed with wide eyes, tugging the hair back away from his face with his right hand. Peering down at me with a look of concern. “Jesus… did I… I mean… fuck, are you okay… I didn’t know… I would have never… I mean… you’re the first virgin… I’ve ever… fuck…” he breathed out. “How bad did I hurt you?”

  I reassuringly smiled. “I’m fine,” I whispered, grabbing the back of his neck, kissing him again. The alcohol still coursing through me.

  He kissed me with uncertainty as I moved my hips, beckoning him to keep going. He still didn’t move, and I started to worry that he was going to stop and get off of me, but then I felt his hand move lower toward my core. I started to relax. Appreciating he was trying to make this better for me. Seconds later, he began to move in and out as he worked my sweet spot. The sensations of his fingers replaced the uncomfortable feeling of his thrusts.

  “Better? That feel good?” he grunted into my mouth.

  “Yeah... don’t stop…”

  It didn’t take long for some of the tension and friction to reside and for the heat t

o return. His fingers never stopped moving against me, controlling me as he continued to take what I so desperately wanted to save for someone else.

  I may have lost my virginity to Rebel that night, but my mind never strayed far from…

  Creed.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  MIA

  “Thanks for bringing me back over here, Jill. I really appreciate it. I know it’s really early,” I said as she pulled into the clubhouse.

  “No problem. Gotta see your man, right?”

  I smiled.

  “Besides I told Tank I was stopping by, waking him up, you know… to talk and stuff.” She grinned. “Just text me when you’re ready. I know you got that christening.”

  I nodded, opening the door. Stepping out onto the grass, fixing my dress before we went up to the clubhouse. A huge guy with honey-colored eyes and blonde hair recognized Jill and let us in. Nodding a hello to her, he had the name ‘Sergeant of Arms’ stitched on his cut. I couldn’t help but look around, expecting to see Creed coming out of the rooms with a girl on his arm. I still hadn’t seen him since that night at Giselle’s.

  It didn’t matter, he wasn’t why I was here.

  Jill and I walked down the hallway together until she walked into Tank’s room, closing the door behind her. I made my way toward Rebel’s room, knocking on the door but no one answered.

  I pushed it open slightly. “Rebel? You here? It’s Mia.” Peeking my head in, I saw that no one was in there. I was about to turn around and leave, but I heard the shower running.

  I walked inside, closing the door behind me. Moving my way through his room, I sat on the edge of his bed, deciding to wait for him. Looking around the open space.

  The bathroom door opened moments later, startling me.

  “Pippin?”

  We locked eyes.

  “What are you doing in Rebel’s room?” I blurted, not knowing what else to say.

  There he was…

  Fresh out of the shower with a towel hanging low around his waist. Another one of my wishes coming true. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off when the bedroom door opened. In walked Rebel who instantly stopped, looking from me to him, back to me again.