Explicit Instruction (Explicit, #1)

by Scarlett Finn

‘Answer me!’ ‘I didn’t want you to get hurt,’ she said. ‘You came out there... you could’ve been hurt! You could’ve been killed!’ ‘They wanted to hurt you!’ she said, getting onto her feet on top of the bed. ‘You fired,’ he said. ‘You actually shot him.’ ‘Yes.’

‘Why would you do that?’ he panted, snagging her lower lip in his teeth. ‘Why did you come out there and put yourself in danger?’ Between swallowed breaths Flick managed to speak. ‘No one touches my stuff.’ She couldn’t take her eyes from his mouth. ‘Kiss me again.’

‘I’m not gonna fall for you, Kitten,’ he said, almost sniggering at her. ‘You’ve got a tight, little pussy that’s good for strangling my cock, that’s it.’ ‘Yet,’ she said moving across the room. ‘Earlier you said it wasn’t good enough for a replay... I think that’s what we just had.’ ‘I don’t see a lot of options around here, do you?’ ‘I think you like having sex with me,’ she said, sliding her hands into his front jeans pockets when she reached him. ‘I’m a guy, damn right I like sex.’ ‘With me,’ she said. ‘I think you like having sex... with me.’ ‘One pussy’s as good as the next.’ ‘We’ll see,’ she said, levering up to kiss his jaw. ‘I like having sex with you.’

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ ‘What you told me I could do any time I wanted to,’ she said sliding her hand into his jeans to grasp his member that shot to steel in her grip. ‘You might not like me very much but he does. You told me that you don’t know when you’ll be back, and I’m going to miss him.’ ‘Why do you refer to my dick in the third person?’ ‘You don’t like it if I’m nice to you, and you don’t like being nice to me. So I’ll be nice to your dick, he seems to like me.’ Three hard knocks hit their door. ‘Move it!’ ‘Yeah,’ Rushe shouted and shifted out of her reach while tucking himself away. ‘She’s sending me out the door with this,’ he mumbled to himself.

‘You can’t lock me up.’ ‘I made a mistake in believing that you could follow my instructions. You’ve failed previously and proved you’re still not capable of doing what you’re told.’ ‘So you’re locking me up?’ ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You’ll be locked up for your own safety.’ ‘Why do I have to be naked?’ He scrutinised her figure. ‘For the art.’

‘Have you seen her body?’ he demanded, striding to Flick. ‘Did you go out there? She’s been lying face down in the mud, just left there to rot!’ ‘They left her there?’ ‘I thought it was you! Driving up here, her body was lying out there and I thought...’

‘I’m gonna take you home,’ he said against her, smudging the tears on her face. ‘Ok? Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m gonna get you home.’ ‘What happened to turning me out to them?’ ‘I thought it was you.’ Something in the way he said the words stabbed at her heart. He was more open and more vulnerable with those five words than she’d ever thought he could be.

‘I want to touch you.’ While he spent his time kissing her breasts, Rushe took her free hand down and rolled her fingers around his penis. ‘There,’ he said, suckling her nipple. This wasn’t like any time they’d been intimate before, compared to that he was being positively gentle. ‘There’s more to you than him.’ ‘That’s the only bit of me that’s good for you.’ Flick’s smile burst into a laugh and he froze. Running her free fingers through his hair Flick’s grin made her cheeks ache, but Rushe lifted his head to look down at her. ‘I’ve told you not to let your guard down,’ he said. ‘Don’t think that this is fun.’ ‘Ok.’

‘You lied about that, about me not being the first, about turning me out to your gang, what have you been honest about?’ ‘I don’t argue with women,’ he said, snatching up his own jeans to pull them on. ‘Funny, I’m sure I’m a woman,’ she said touching her breasts. ‘Yeah, I am.’ ‘And I’m not arguing with you, get dressed.’

‘So you had sex while you were gone from here? While I was here waiting for you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You’re a good liar, and I imagine in your line of work that’s an asset.’ ‘Here we go,’ he said. ‘You don’t know anything about me.’ ‘I might not know the physical details of your life, but I know that you keep me at arm’s length to protect me. You tell me not to trust anyone, and to always be on guard. You don’t want me to trust you because you don’t want to let me down, and you don’t want me to rely on you. If I do that and things go wrong you don’t want to be responsible.’ ‘Put your clothes on,’ he growled. ‘No,’ she said. ‘You’re not going to hurt me. And being crude won’t work either because I like it when you talk dirty to me. You can tell me you don’t care, and make fun of me for my lack of sexual expertise all you want, but I’ve seen the truth.’ ‘And what’s that, Kitten?’ ‘When you thought I was dead you panicked, the thought hurt you. Just like it hurt me when I thought you were screwing around.’

‘It’s funny how our lives can change so drastically with just one decision.’ ‘Do you regret it?’ ‘No,’ she immediately answered. ‘My life might be different than what I’d envisioned, but it’s better... I’m better.’ ‘Until you chose to walk into Dell’s.’ ‘I don’t regret that either,’ she said, taking her eyes up to his. ‘Don’t say that. Think of what you’ve been through.’ ‘We are the sum total of our experiences,’ she said. ‘You don’t have to worry; no one will shed any tears for me if this experience turns out to be my last.’

‘I didn’t sleep while you were away. This place is spooky at night, and you weren’t here to keep me warm.’ ‘You were spooked when all the hired guns were away? That’s backwards, isn’t it?’

She and Rushe had sex a minimum of five times a day. He’d brought a truckload of condoms back after his trip away, and it seemed now to be his mission to use them all.

The ground was still very soft, so she’d gone in her bare feet, wearing a sundress. They came across a lake, and Flick actually managed to convince Rushe to join her in the water. She’d never skinny-dipped before but there was little swimming done. At least now Flick could add sex outside and in water to her list of experiences. It was just like Rushe to be carrying condoms, even out in the wilderness.

it was less than a minute later when Flick cried out at the explosion in her womb. Sharing this intimacy brought her closer to him. Rushe might not agree with her, but he’d given her something selflessly, he got nothing in that orgasm except the knowledge that he’d spoiled her.

‘You bought underwear for me,’ she said. ‘On day two,’ he said. ‘It’s job was to keep those bastards out.’ ‘It doesn’t still do that?’ ‘None of them are going to touch you now. It’s keeping me out.’

‘I like wearing your gift.’ Rushe leaned down. ‘If I bought you underwear as a gift it sure wouldn’t look like that.’ ‘I’m scared to ask,’ Flick said, taking his front jeans pockets. ‘If you want me to stop wearing it I’ll stop wearing it.’ ‘Damn right you will,’ he said, sweeping his hand under her hair to cup the back of her skull and tip her mouth up for his consumption.

‘Just you and your little boyfriend.’ ‘My boyfriend,’ she sighed. No one had alluded to that lie in quite a while. ‘What’s he like?’ Rushe asked. ‘What?’ ‘Your boyfriend, he’ll be happy when you get back I guess. But I’ve ruined you for every man that follows me.’ ‘Yeah, I suppose you have.’ ‘He won’t be happy I’ve stretched your snug little cunt. You’ll never feel him again.’

‘If you were my woman and another man thought about touching you, I’d let nothing get in my way until I’d watched him die a long, slow death.’ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘As Skeeve would attest to.’ ‘If he comes after me I’ll defend myself. Do you love him?’ ‘Does that matter?’ she sighed. ‘If you love him and plan to spend your life with him then it would be only fair that I leave him with a couple of fingers... although I’ll warn you now that you won’t be having kids.’

Wriggling her toes against his testicles, she lifted his dick with her other foot. ‘Will I see you again?’ ‘Are you talking to me or him?’ Rushe might not smile himself but that joke brought hers out. ‘Both of you.’

‘You walked into this with your pretty little nose poked up in the air.’ ‘I didn’t mean the situation,’ she said. ‘I meant us. I want to get to know you better, and I want to spend more time with you but...’ ‘But?’ ‘But I never thought we’d fall crazy in love, have half a dozen kids, and live happily ever after.’ ‘You got that part right,’ he said. ‘But you’ve changed who I am, Rushe.’ ‘I’ll be your dirty little secret. The crazy fling you tell your grandkids about.’ ‘No,’ Flick laughed. ‘I don’t think I would discuss our antics with children of any kind.’

‘You like playing with fire, don’t you, Kitten?’ ‘What happened to Red?’ The first thing he’d noticed about her was her hair colour. ‘Collar doesn’t match the cuffs, Sweetheart, it’s not natural.’ ‘No,’ Flick said, feeling the burn on her cheeks. ‘It’s not.’ ‘And that was before I got acquainted with your pussy, and that’s all natural.’ ‘You call me Kitten in reference to my vagina?’ she asked, he half shrugged. ‘Walking pussy, right?’ ‘Rushe!’ Sliding his hands up her shins and to her thighs, he lay above her. ‘Ah, I’ll eat you out in the shower, make you feel better.’

‘Rushe,’ she asked, keeping him in place. ‘Will you remember me?’ ‘The fake red head with a great rack who can’t follow instructions? I’m sure you’ll stick in my head for a couple of weeks.’

‘You think about putting anything anywhere near my mouth and I’ll bite it off. I swear to it, Skeeve.’

‘You wouldn’t have sex with me,’ he grumbled. ‘You were that pissed at me.’

‘I have a plan,’ he said. ‘Of course you do. Can I be let in on this plan?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘You wouldn’t understand it,’ he said. ‘Of course not,’ she said, folding her arms. ‘I’m just a walking vagina.’ ‘With a hell of a mouth.’

‘Unless you plan to practise giving head, keep your lips together,’ he grumbled. ‘Sleep, you’re giving me ear ache.’

‘We’re outside,’ she said, registering that they were still driving along a darkened road. ‘It’s cold.’ Releasing her Rushe turned up the heat, then shook her again. ‘I want you naked now.’ ‘Why?’ she yawned. ‘Is this about art?’ ‘Take off your clothes, Kitten.’ ‘I’ll have sex with you when I wake up.’ ‘You’re awake.’

‘Take off the sweater; I want to see your breasts.’ She stopped and let her hands flop into her lap. ‘Who’s doing this me or you? Do you want to do it?’ ‘I’m driving,’ he said. ‘Exactly, so leave me alone.’

‘You did that on purpose. We can’t have sex out here.’ But when she caught a glimpse out the windshield she saw nothing but abandoned, unlit road, flanked by thick foliage, and dense trees. ‘My dick hasn’t done anything wrong,’ he said. ‘And you like him.’ ‘That wasn’t your penis,’ she said, pinning his offending hand in her sights.

‘Explain.’ ‘What?’ Rushe pressed his finger into the dampness on her cheek to show Flick that she was leaking. ‘It’s nothing.’ ‘I hurt you?’ he asked, stepping away to look at her crotch as though he’d find bloody carnage. ‘You’ve never held my hand before,’ she said. The spark of recognition startled him when he looked to her hands to see that yes, he’d linked his fingers between hers again. Rushe snatched his hand away, and rubbed it on his shirt like she’d passed him a disease. Flick smiled at the disgust on his face because they’d shared fluids, and had plenty of skin on skin contact, but he was suddenly allergic to her hand. This was out of his comfort zone. ‘Do you want to snuggle?’ she smirked, and he silently growled at her. ‘Get in the car.’ While Rushe stomped off in a grump,

‘You said there were two of us,’ he said. ‘Who’s the other guy?’ ‘Does it matter?’ ‘You’ve been yammering on all night. About movies, and books, and music, and some chick called Tamara, and your job, and your boss.’ ‘All very generic topics,’ Flick said. ‘How I lost my virginity is personal.’ ‘Kitten, you were just naked and fucked at the side of the road by the guy who sprung you from a gang of loan sharks and sex traffickers.’ ‘Are you saying I owe you?’ ‘I’m saying we’re past personal.’

‘Where are your parents?’ ‘No idea,’ he said. ‘Never met them and never asked. I was abandoned as a baby, cops never found out who dumped me.’ Flick felt petulant, like a spoiled brat who’d stormed out on her family because they’d refused to buy her a pony. ‘Want me to blow you?’ ‘Might make me feel better about my life.’ She went for his fly but he caught her hand. ‘I was kidding.’ ‘I didn’t know you could do that,’ she said, which earned her a glare,

‘I could drive for a while.’ Rushe shook his head. ‘You can’t follow instructions, wouldn’t know what you’d do at a red light.’

‘I always talk my way out of tickets,’ Flick said, and his face relaxed, which was the closest he came to a smile. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘What are you smirking at?’ She dug her nails into his thigh. ‘Tell me.’ ‘A cop stops you,’ he said, as though explaining the most obvious thing in the world. ‘He gets out his vehicle and comes to your window.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘At that point, Kitten, before you’ve opened your mouth, that guy knows he’s not giving you a ticket.’ ‘How do you know that?’ Drawing his eyes around, he took an eyeful of her cleavage. ‘You’ve got great jugs.’ Flick looked down at her breasts then back at him, but he was driving again. ‘Are you sayi...

Instead of folding her arms under her chest as Flick usually did she tried to fold her arms over them, feeling incredibly self-conscious about these lumps bestowed on her without her permission. She didn’t want to be a freak, and Flick certainly didn’t want to be nothing more than a pair of breasts on legs.

‘That shut you up,’ Rushe said. ‘If I’d known talking about your cans would do that I’d have done it last night.’

‘What time is it?’ ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. ‘I need you to listen to me. Are you listening? This is important.’ ‘I’m listening,’ she said, draping her arms over his thighs and curling herself closer. ‘It doesn’t seem like you’re listening.’ ‘That’s because I’m near your penis and you’re not listening.’ ‘Fair enough,’ he said, putting up no argument. Flick fumbled one palm to the thickening member emerging in his jeans. ‘He’s listening.’ ‘He doesn’t need to listen. You need to listen.’

Flick sucked in a breath and dropped to the corner of the mattress. ‘What?’ he asked, poised beside her. Pushing a hand to her pubis Flick smiled through a wince. ‘That was a sex marathon.’ He growled and straightened. ‘If you’re in pain, why are you smiling?’ Flick stood and ran her hand down his tee-shirt. ‘This is good pain, Lover; pain that reminds me of just how much you want me.’

This was something else now; something had changed because Flick would swear he was more interested in kissing her than fucking her right now. But Flick was glad she had taught him the virtue of sharing a kiss. Rushe had always been good at the act, but he’d been stingy in bestowing them, until now.

With no interested spectators around here she and Rushe didn’t have to worry about rules or chain of command. Here they didn’t have to worry about who saw them. They didn’t have to worry about who knew that they might care for each other. No one knew who they were, or that they could each be used as collateral against the other. So they were free to relax, to be themselves, to enjoy each other openly.

Rushe clamoured with her hands, and managed to get them out of his tee-shirt, but when he planted them on the bed she linked her fingers between his. ‘Kitten, I don’t have time,’ he said, as she tried to kiss him again. ‘Please,’ she murmured. Nipping at his jaw Flick closed her knees on his ass, keeping her feet hooked between his thighs, and increasing her rubbing on the ridge behind his fly. ‘I’ll beg, Rushe; do you want me to beg?’ ‘You’re gonna come all over my jeans,’ he said. ‘I’m meeting a serious guy.’ ‘You like it when I come all over you,’ she said, licking the stubble on his chin. ‘If I fuck you—no, no, I don’t have time. Stop.’ ‘Are you refusing me?’ she asked, kissing him again.

So, Flick let her head fall to the bed to ensure that she could follow his lead. Then her whole body stiffened, causing concern to grip him. ‘What?’ Flick’s hands came up toward his face, but paused. ‘You smiled at me,’ she whispered, sure that feeling of his lips, the fleeting look she’d seen on his face before she froze and worried him was... ‘What? No I didn’t.’ Her expression relaxed, and a smile seeped onto her own lips. ‘Rushe,’ she exhaled, more gratified by that brief glimmer than she would have been if he’d presented her with a diamond ring. ‘No I didn’t, stop messing around.’ Rushe’s cantankerous reaction was all the confirmation Flick needed. But she wouldn’t tease him, because she didn’t want to discourage him. If she chased his smile away too far it might never come back. But it was so warming to know that she’d caused... or at least been a part of a moment of happiness in his life no matter how fleeting.

‘But that’s not my concern.’ ‘What’s your concern?’ ‘They’re my breasts,’ he said, opening the motel room door. Flick paused to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘Your breasts?’ ‘Yes,’ he said, without shame. ‘Your tits mean more to me than they do to you, so why haggle over ownership?’ Flick was sure if she hadn’t scared his smile away it might have poked its head over the horizon again. ‘You’re taking ownership of the breasts attached to my body.’ ‘Yeah. Problem?’ ‘No,’ she said, with few other options. While he dumped the bag in the trunk, Flick settled herself into the passenger side, then Rushe climbed in and got them started. ‘Seatbelt,’ he said. ‘Can I have your penis?’ she asked, while obeying. ‘Now?’ he asked, with a hand on her headrest while he reversed from the parking spot. ‘If you own my breasts...’ ‘We’ll work out a timeshare,’ he said, swinging them out of the lot and through the dark city streets. ‘That hardly seems fair. You’ve already laid claim to my vagina, and now you’re claiming my breasts.’ ‘He takes a lot of looking after,’ Rushe said, as intent on the road and as stoic as ever, even despite this teasing. ‘You’re amazing,’ she sighed. ‘What?’

‘What are you in the mood for?’ she asked, still flipping through channels. ‘Any porn?’ ‘My god,’ she exhaled. ‘That’s like giving crack to an addict and asking him not to use it all at once. I already can’t walk. Rushe, you did it. I’m crippled.’

‘Tell me about the other guy.’ ‘Who?’ ‘The pioneer.’ ‘You want to talk about how I lost my virginity when we’re having sex?’ she asked.

‘You want to know why I asked about him?’ he asked, flashing his attention to her then back to the road. ‘Do you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I want to rip his face off. I want to pull his eyes from their sockets and stick them so far up his ass for looking at you... for thinking... I want to ram my fist through his teeth and down his throat ‘cause he had the taste of your mouth. I’d break every finger he touched you with. Do you know the noise a finger makes when it breaks? How quickly I can make a guy cry and beg for his mama? ‘I’d cut off his balls and watch him bleed out slow while I make him grovel for mercy for thinking he could ever... for imagining your body, for dreaming about fucking you... I asked those questions because since you told me there had only been two of us, I’ve wanted to murder any man that got there before me, and any man who thinks he can follow me. Get it? I want him dead, Kitten, and I’m the kinda man that can make that happen.’ He spoke with such venom, such hatred and anger, that she was... astounded. For a man she had thought would never whisper words of devotion to her he’d just managed to say the most romantic, and disgusting, thing she’d heard in all her life.

And Flick found her smile again, because she knew something that they didn’t... she’d been his whore, and if he showed up right now and snapped his fingers she’d fall to her knees and thank him for the gift of his presence.

‘He... the money isn’t a problem, that’s what he said. He said I should... that I had to make sure I was free before... getting the money to Victor is easy. He paid it... the idiot.’ On an exhale Flick’s legs gave out, and she sat there on the floor in the middle of her mother’s favourite rug, and let her tears start all over again. ‘What are you talking about?’ Vivian asked. She and Lucia were glued to this unfolding drama, while her mother was just as intent. The men hadn’t been following events thus far, and so they were merely bystanders. ‘He paid the ransom,’ Flick whispered. ‘He? Lucia took her turn to ask. ‘Someone paid five million dollars to ensure your safety, when you were already safe?’ ‘Yes,’ Flick said, and in spite of the tears, she laughed a half blub that burst up from the swelling of her heart. ‘He’s in... I knew he felt... why didn’t I see this coming? He... he doesn’t know how to deal with feelings... they’re gonna kill him.’

Once you knew that you couldn’t have the person you wanted, it didn’t really matter who you ended up with,