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  Leaning in, I whisper in Vickie’s ear. “You can go with Clay, or you can come with us. Tell your mom what you want to do.”

  She’s crying now, these soft, whimpering sobs that tear my heart apart, but she nods. She heard me. “Mama,” her voice starts, cracking some from the tears, “I’m not gonna do it. I don’t want to.”

  “I meant what I said, Vickie,” Anne warns, her voice filled with venom. “You can’t come back here.”

  “Then I won’t.”

  Anne glares daggers at Buck and me. She throws her butt at us, its burning orange tip sparking at my feet. My steel toe work boot stomps down, putting it out. I don’t blink as I grind it to the ground.

  “Go on, honey, and grab your things,” I say to her. But Anne stops Vickie.

  “Nuh uh. I said what I meant. She ain’t comin’ back through this door.”

  This is outrageous. Buck’s done. He marches up the steps and gets in Anne’s face. “Move,” he snarls. Anne’s shakin’ but she doesn’t move. Time for some back up. Letting go of Vickie, I stomp up and shove my way in. Anne tries to grab at me, but Buck pins her back. Their trailer’s set up like ours, but it wouldn’t matter. I know exactly where I’m going.

  Her door is open and I step in and pause in disbelief. No posters. No TV. No computer, or dolls, or whatever the fuck girls want decorating their space. There’s nothing in here but a small bed with a bad dip and her closet. Sticking out of the closet is a suitcase, and I realize Vickie wasn’t planning on making working for her mom a permanent arrangement. My chest squeezes and it’s uncomfortable; I haven’t felt things like this in a long time. Things like the pain of a parent disappointing you.

  Grabbing the suitcase, I get the hell out. Buck and I leave to the soundtrack of Anne’s harpy screams. Lights are popping up all through the park. Fights like this are better than TV and I can’t be mad, because Buck and me live for shit like this. We just prefer not to be the ones participating in the drama.

  Buck grabs Vickie’s hand and drags her with us to our trailer.

  “You dirty slut,” Anne yells, “Shacking up with those two men! Slut!”

  It’s the last we hear before I kick the door shut behind me.

  Buck

  Vickie’s curled up on our couch and sobbing while Shep and I watch from across the room. Outside, when she was scared, I didn’t think. Shep seemed to be on the same page. It just felt right, saving little Vic and bringing her here.

  Without all the shouting and people, now it’s strange. There’s an energy growing. It crackles like the air before a storm, and I know what’s causing it. Me and Shep. Because Vic is still in that little nightie. Her face is wet with tears, but underneath, it has that fresh glow of youth. It hasn’t been touched yet by cigarettes and too much drink, by shitty jobs and watching dreams wilt.

  Her titties are nice, too.

  And I know Shep’s noticed them. We’re close, real close, and Shep hasn’t been with a woman in a long time. The women I see have all been from out of town. One night stands or quick flings, a bunch of promises I’ll never keep. I know better than to shit where I eat, so I’ll never date a townie.

  Except right now I’m willing to promise anything and actually keep it if it means being able to bury my face between those creamy, thick thighs. Jesus, the girl is fine. She’s got the curves of a woman but this innocence that’s driving me wild. I want to suck on those titties until she screams my name. I want to sink into that tight, innocent pussy.

  I want to corrupt her.

  Shep’s as tense as I am. I’d share her with him, but he’s old fashioned. Wants to get married and shit. Knock some girl up with his baby and live happily ever after. That ain’t for me. The things I like to do to a pussy aren’t the things you do to a wife.

  It’s supposed to be bros before hoes. I know that. But me and Shep got something beyond that bro shit. We’re like blood. I know him. He wants this sweet thing on our couch, but he’s too caught up in how young she is. How old we are. And he’ll never want to go back on our plans.

  I’m just gonna have to make sure I snag her first.

  He must not remember how she was when she brought over those cigarettes. I didn’t want her then, not like I do now, but she planted a seed in both of us. Down cast eyes, long lashes, her chest heaving as she lingered too long. She giggled at everything I said and damn, it stroked my ego something fierce.

  She wanted us then, and I’d bet money she wants us now. One of us just has to have the balls to take her, and my balls are pretty hefty.

  “baby girl,” I say, moving and sitting next to her on the couch. “Tell us what happened.” I’m a big guy and our couch has enough room for me and her. No one else. Shep’s so mad he can barely stand it, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

  Sorry, man.

  Vickie sniffles and presses her palms to her cheek and then swipes under her chin, gently eliminating the evidence of her tears. When she looks at me, though, those brown eyes are big as moons and still filled with water. She’s so sad and so fucking beautiful.

  “Lloyd and my mama set me up with Clay. Mama said I had to pay three thousand dollars, get out, or, or--” she gets caught on this, about to cry. I throw an arm over a shoulder and pull her close. The heat of her body feels electric against mine and I have to stifle a groan. Pressing my mouth to her hair, I inhale. Strawberries. Goddamn.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper. “You can tell us. We won’t judge.” I already know, but I want to hear her say it. She needs to get it out. Sayin’ things out loud helps reinforce a memory, and I want her to remember her bitch of a mother.

  “She told me Clay’d paid five thousand for… for my virginity.” Her voice is so tiny, so meek, but I’m hooked on that word. It plays in my head on a loop. Virgin. Virgin. Virgin.

  My balls are heavy and my cock is so hard it aches. It’s like heaven decided to open up for me.

  “But,” she continued, “Clay just said ten thousand out there! His whole lottery winnings! Mama was only gonna give me two thousand.” There’s some anger now. Her body is tensing next to me, and she unfurls her legs from under her. Good girl.

  “It’s my birthday, and she was going to sell me and keep eight thousand dollars,” Vickie hisses. I hope she remembers this. I hope she holds on to the anger. It’ll give her strength.

  More important, I see my moment. I’m fast like that. Shep likes to take his time, wait, think about shit. Whatever. I see a moment? I fucking grab it.

  “Your birthday? You mean today?” I pull away from her, taking a chance to get a good look at her boobs as I do. They’re pressed against that pink slip, nipples large and hard, cleavage so thick I wanna ram my cock between those fleshy globes and come all over her chin. She nods. “That’s a shitty birthday present, baby girl, and you deserve better. Have you had dinner yet?”

  Vickie shakes her head, those platinum curls tumbling around her. She’s a natural blond, made paler by the sun, her skin creamy in a town full of tans. Hell, I look at the sun-darkened skin of my forearm, slashed through with grease from work, laying on her pale shoulder. She’s so clean she makes me look filthy. She doesn’t know the half of it.

  “Well, Shep here was about to go out and get some dinner, weren’t you Shep?” I don’t have to look at him to feel the spike of rage. He knows what I’m doing.

  “We’ll just order pizza,” he growls back.

  Time to play my hand. “Yeah, but then baby girl here won’t get her birthday cake.” I twist a finger into a lock of her hair. It’s smooth, soft. “Don’t you want her to have a cake on her birthday? Eighteen’s a big one.”

  Just like that, Vickie smiles, and it slays me. She’s got plump lips that were made for sucking cock. Her brown eyes, so dark they’re almost chocolate, are lit up. It’s a strange mix, the blond hair and dark eyes, and it makes her shine. “I haven’t had cake for a birthday in, like… ten years,” she admits, and that seals it.

  Shep’s shoulders slump a littl
e, and I feel a pang of guilt. We both know I’ve won. In the long run, it’ll be better. He gets so attached. When he looks at a girl for real, he’s looking with forever in mind. Vickie’s cute, and sexy as hell, but she’s got baggage and so does Shep. I’m not saying I’m takin’ one for the team, because that implies something honorable. I ain’t that, that’s for sure. I’m just sayin’ that I can get what I want without hurting Vickie too much in the process. I don’t know if Shep can do that.

  “Fine. You got a preference, Vickie?”

  She shakes her head, her face still full of that sunshine grin. “Nope! Pick out what you like, I know I’ll love it.”

  Damn, she’s sweet, too.

  He grunts and I know that means he’s pleased, too, and pissed because I’m staying here with her. “Be back soon.” He’s warning me. I just flash him a smile. He should know better.

  I hear his Camaro’s engine turn. It’s his prize, a Yenko Camaro. ‘69. I rebuilt the engine. The outside still looks like shit, the paint old and flat and rusting in places, but it runs like a dream. Loud as hell, too. Some nights we take it out on the highway, windows rolled down and lose ourselves in the roar of the wind and the engine in our ears. That’s its own kind of conversation, between us, the car, and God.

  Beside me, Vickie gets real still. It’s like she realized that she’s alone with me now. I lean deep into the old cushions and throw my arms across the back, my legs spread. My cock, which is painfully hard, is pressed tight against my old jeans. The pipe outline of it is obvious.

  Her breath catches.

  “What are you gonna do now?” I ask, not bothering to hide the roughness in my tone.

  She gnaws on her lip and won’t look me in the eye. “I don’t know. I always thought I’d live with Mama through community college, then I’d get a job or something. Move out of the park. Mostly, I always just thought I’d get married.”

  Yep, super sweet. And smart. “You can still go to school.”

  She shakes her head. “Not anymore. I’ve only got about four hundred dollars and nowhere to stay. If I get a hotel, it’ll go fast, and I don’t have a job, so I can’t get an apartment or anything.”

  We look at each other and something passes between us. The pink in her cheeks is changing, deepening. Those moon eyes are worried still, but they’re more worried about what I’m going to say than her situation. I knew she wanted me at sixteen, but now that she’s here, a woman, she needs me. There’s something powerful in that, calling to the man in me.

  Happy to oblige.

  “You’ll stay with us, baby girl. Use that money for school, like you planned.” It startles me how right that sounds. How I’m instantly envisioning this pretty young thing living with us, a part of our lives. I’ve never pictured a girl before. Not long term. When I dream of women, it’s just about what’s between their legs. Vickie’s bringing something out in me I didn’t know I had.

  She wants to, but she’s afraid. I can tell because she swallows big and her tiny hands are clenched so tight her knuckles are white. I can’t help but notice, too, that those big nipples are hard pebbles beneath her pink nightie.

  “I can’t pay you--”

  I smile. “I know. Look around and tell me what you see.”

  Our home is a bachelor trailer if there ever was one. We’ve got furniture almost as old as Shep and I. Beer cans and bottles everywhere. At least we don’t smoke inside. The walls are covered in old ass wallpaper that probably once looked good but now just looks yellowed and stained. This was Shep’s grandma’s trailer, God rest her soul. When it was hers, it had been sweet. All roses and clean.

  We’ve neglected it, treating it as a roof and not a home.

  “It… it could use a little love,” Vickie says generously.

  “Hell yes it could. Do you know how to cook?”

  “A little.”

  “So how about you cook and clean the home, and you can stay here until you figure somethin’ else out.”

  Vickie is trying to hold in her glee, her eyebrows pressed together. “What about Shep?”

  “What about him?”

  “Won’t he mind? Shouldn’t he say yes, too?”

  “He’ll say yes, baby girl, don’t you worry.”

  I put my hand on her thigh. High up. She jumps a little and goosebumps break out all over her skin. Her breathing gets faster and I wait, but fuck, it’s hard. I’m an asshole, and I know I’m making her think there’s more to it than cooking and cleaning. Over a decade of seducing women and I can’t help myself. When she’s right there, smelling good and lookin’ so fine... well. It’s habit, and I fall into it so easy--

  I start to move my hand back, but she grabs it and moves it higher, my thumb catching in the crease between the top of her thigh and her belly. Another inch inside and I’d be able to brush that sweet, untouched pussy.

  “Baby--” My voice is rasped, thick with lust. “You know you don’t owe us nothin’.” You just insinuated she did, you asshole. Morals haven’t been something I’ve wrestled with. I tend to, you know, forgo them. Vickie makes me hard, but damn, she’s also making me want to be good. It’s hard to make the right choice. Especially when my cock is saying the right choice involves coming all over her curvy body.

  She nods, looking real tiny. “I know. It isn’t that I didn’t want to have sex out there--”

  “Just not with Clay.”

  “And not for money. That’s my mama’s thing, and it kept me fed well enough, but it isn’t what I want.”

  I lean in close and cup her cheek, my thumb brushing over her pouty lower lip. It trembles beneath the pad. “I get that. What do you want? Because I want to put my cock in your pretty mouth and come down your throat.”

  A small moan escapes Vickie. “I want that, too, Buck.” I love the sound of my name coming out of her mouth. Buck.

  “You know how to do it?” She shakes her head. Oh, shit, I’m in trouble. A girl this pristine doesn’t come around in the park often. “Well, don’t worry. I’m a good teacher.”

  “What about Shep? Will he mind?”

  “Let me worry about him.”

  “I don’t want him to be mad at me.”

  “Oh, baby girl, no one in this trailer will be mad at you.” There’s a cloud that passes over her face and her tongue darts to lick a lip. When she brought us those cigarettes, she’d been eyeing us both. Can’t blame her. Now, I’d never say this to Shep’s face, but he’s a good lookin’ man. Squirrly-ass lookin’ kid, but he grew into his nose and ears.

  The tats help, and the beard makes him scary, but in a mysterious way.

  Like I said, I’d never tell him that. Shit like that gets you beat quick ‘round here. But it’s obvious that Vickie thinks he’s handsome, too. Maybe it doesn’t need to be a competition between us. My mind starts to formulate a plan. I’ve had impulses I never dreamed I could act on, but with sweet Vickie here? Suddenly anything seems possible. Time to bring her back to me, though, because my cock is liable to burst from pain if it doesn’t release soon.

  “Take my cock out of my pants.” She’s young, and naive, and maybe I should be more gentle with her. Warm her up with kisses and sucking and licking those gorgeous titties. But I’ve learned a lot in my sleeping around, and most of it’s that I like to control. I like to be a little mean. And whenever I am, women come like crazy.

  Vickie licks her lips again and puts her small hands on my hard crotch. Her eyes bug as she palms my thick pipe and I suck in a breath. “Go on, baby.”

  It takes her a few tries to unbutton and unzip my jeans, she’s so nervous. When my monster cock springs out, though, she doesn’t hesitate. Just grabs it in her little fist and lowers her head to suck the tip into her mouth.

  My head tosses back. “Goddamn!” She may be a little amateur, but she’s eager. Her lips slide down my shaft, her tongue swirling, and I almost nut in her mouth like a teenager myself. “Slow, baby. Lick it up and down first.”

  She does, dragging the tip
of her tongue all over my dick. As she’s tasting me, she works herself off the couch, kneeling between my legs on the floor. I like this angle better, because I can watch her cheeks hollow as she sucks my pipe.

  “Okay, now suck it in real deep, Vic. Take it all the way in.” It isn’t fair to ask a novice to swallow cock like this, but I want to feel myself buried in that throat. She goes for it, sucking me in, but stopping about an inch before the base. Her nostrils are flared and her eyes wide, pleading. I stroke her hair, threading my fingers in before knotting it in my fist. Her surprised yelp reverberates up my shaft. Fuck me.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Just relax, okay?”

  Then my hips start moving and my thick dick is sliding further down her throat, gaining that last inch. She gags and coughs a little around my cock, but I don’t let her go. Holding it there, feeling all the muscles of her tongue and mouth and throat milking my shaft is fucking heaven on earth.

  I ease out enough for her to catch a breath, then ram my cock back in. She moans and I proceed to fuck that pretty mouth, pulling out just long enough for her to inhale before thrusting my cock in so deep her nose is pressed into my pubes. Vickie’s large, brown eyes are watering, tears spilling over, but her hands grab my thighs and her fingernails, painted in soft pink like her nightie, rake down before gripping my hips.

  She’s trying to pull me further into her mouth.

  Goddamn.

  Her grunts and splutters and wet sucking sounds fill the room, so she doesn’t hear the front door open. Shep steps in, sees us, and freezes.

  I lock eyes with him but keep pumping into Vickie’s mouth. His gray eyes are dancing with lust and anger and betrayal. He sets down the grocery bag with dinner, but her cake is still balanced on his other hand. Watching him watching me is something new. It feels just like I thought it would. It feels dangerous. Arousing.

  My heart skips a beat, and I feel a need to up the ante. To put all my cards on the table. Shep’s hand grabs his own erection, rubbing at it in his jeans, and that’s all it takes.