Chapter 14: Deflowering

Willow Lane. Rachel didn’t have the cellular service to look the woman up. But why would she make up something like that? Why would she pretend to be someone she wasn’t? Willow certainly seemed real enough. She was discreet. And if anything told Rachel that Willow was legit, it was the obvious disdain that the Theroit sisters seemed to have for her.

Jackson glanced at Rachel as they arrived back at the fork in the road. “You’re quiet,” he said coming to a stop. He reached over and touched her thigh, sending shockwaves through her body. “You, okay?” Whatever he intended with his strong hands gently gripping her leg had the effect he was looking for. Rachel lost all thought of the journalist. For a moment she lost all thoughts of Chase too. Then as if in a snapshot in time she could see him standing in front of the car. He was only standing there staring at her; expressionless. Then he was gone. She shook her mind from the moment. She was there for Chase and Jackson had to be put at bay.

Rachel bit her lip to wake herself from the moment of arousal. “Just tired.” She reached forward and turned the air conditioning knob. Fucking hot, she thought. The cool air was instant and chilled the sweat between her legs, gently lifting the dress as she went from sweating to freezing. She wasn’t sure which was worse, but to save face let the air conditioning continue to run without adjustment.

“Well, Bennie called me at the bar.” He went on without noticing Rachel’s conspicuous tendencies.

“Is that why you left me alone?”

He ignored her question, “Says he has your tire on and will bring it by my house in a few hours.”

“Good, how much is it?”

“My treat.”

She shook her head. “Why thank you, but I’m more than capable of paying my own way.”

“Well, can I get you dinner? I’m a great cook.”

“No thank you. I… I just want to get to the hotel.”

Jackson looked at her for a moment. “Truth be told, I was kinda hopin’ you would stay the night at my place…”

His voice trailed off as she met his gaze. “I can’t,” she whispered.

“I understand.” He slipped the car into drive and turned right, “but I got a stop to make first.”

She gestured to the bouquet in the backseat. “Are we delivering the flowers?”

He nodded and turned on the radio. She could feel the chill in the air after rebuking his invite.

A small cemetery came into view on Jackson’s side. The entirety covered less than an acre. As he entered, Rachel could see other tombstones, most small notches in the ground, stumbling stones, as her daddy would have called them hidden under thick moss and vines long forgotten. While some plots had fresh flowers, it was obvious that this was a forgotten resting place by most. Jackson parked the car by the remains of a rusty metal gate.

“Stay here,” he said snatching the flowers from the back seat. He left his vehicle running. But before he could slip away, she took his hand.

“Jackson, I’m tired and scared. Chase is missing, and I—I...”

Her voice trailed off. He took a deep breath and then kissed her cheek. “I understand.” He slipped out of his door planting his booted feet into the soft ground. The he looked back. “Maybe you should come along.”

Rachel raised her head and looked around. When she said she was scared she meant scared over the loss of Chase. But looking around she realized there was an ominous feel about this place. Unlike other cemeteries where she always felt a sense of calm, here was different. From the ancient stones protruding from the ground to the darkened moss draped from trees there was nothing comfortable about this place. Rachel reached across the vehicle and turned off the car. She scooted across the seat handing Jackson the keys while he took her hand and helped her down.

“Your wife?” Rachel faintly asked the question she already knew the answer to.

Jackson nodded. “Yes.”

Rachel stepped carefully through the weeds, fearing snakes as they passed through patches of long grass. She glanced to her right and saw the little girl she’d seen in town and then again at the plantation. The girl was off at a distance, smiling through the trees and watching. Just watching as the couple made their way slowly through the mess of vegetation and to a smaller hidden plot.

“There’s that little girl again,”

Jackson let her hand go to adjust his sunglasses. “What little girl?”

Rachel pointed to her right. “Over there. With the pigtails and a pretty white dress.”

“I don’t see any girl—,” Jackson said.

“But she’s right…” she said, and then the child just vanished.

“Where did she go?” Rachel let go of Jackson’s hand and started to run toward where she saw the child.

“Rachel, wait!” Jackson bellowed.

Rachel ran for about three yards when she cried out in terror as the ground vanished beneath her. She saw the dark hole rushing her way, but felt a pair of arms grip her in midair, and lay her on the ground. He straddled her, and his intense stare made her swoon.

“You, okay?”

She nodded trying to catch her breath as she stared into his eyes.

“That was a dumb thing you just did. This place is full of holes Bennie dug and never filled.”

“Bennie? I thought he was the mechanic.”

“Bennie does a lot ‘round here. Especially treasure hunting. He’s got some crazy idea that treasure is buried all over Arcadia. Cemeteries are his favorite haunt. Sometimes the holes will only trip you up. Other times… They’ll bury you.”

She felt his cock pushing against his pants, yearning to feel her. “Thanks for rescuing me.”

“I can’t do that all the time. You need to be careful,” he said.

Silence passed between them before he leaned down and kissed her lips.

“No, Jackson, not here,” she said trying to turn away, but a voice whispered in her mind. Take me, Jackson...

His kisses traveled down her neck, and the words rushed out as his lips suckled on that sweet spot at the nape of her neck. Since high school that was a notoriously friendly spot if a guy wanted to get her in the mood. “Take...me...Jackson.” The words fell from her lips. A gentle pang of excitement curdled within her, and she knew that her body would be at his discretion.

He kissed her again, as her hands fumbled with his jeans. She managed to flip the button free. Then tugged at his zipper. It slid down as if greased with butter springing free his thick cock. Once she could feel his shaft in her hand, she used her other hand to pull her dress up to her waist. She didn’t care about the sharp grass poking into her legs and lower back. She’d long since forgotten about snakes. And Chase? Didn’t even register in her mind. All she wanted was to feel Jackson between her thighs.

She whimpered in surprise as she took him in her hands, freeing juices from his tip with a few firm strokes. She could feel grasses tickling her waist as she took hold of him and raised her hips from the ground. She let go of his shaft. He placed the head of his shaft between her legs, sliding up and down along her lips.

“Do it,” she moaned, “Fuck me.”

Jackson didn’t hesitate, he thrust it deep into her. There were none of the slippings of in and out to allow his head a free flow of penetration. She was wet enough, and with her own thrusts, she felt the slap of his balls tap against her.

She allowed herself to scream—pain, release, and even regret filled her as well as the full length of Jackson’s penetrating cock. His thrusts were full, hard, and welcoming. Both had been waiting for this moment. Despite the obvious tension neither expected neither expected to roll along a slight embankment of lust.

Rachel wrapped her legs around him, her feet tapping his lower back and pulling him as deep as he could go. She could feel the sharp sting at full length and the growing pulse of an orgasm welling at the tips of her fingers and moving inward. Suddenly the pumping began to roar, and her legs became a vice pulling him in. Each thrust creating a tighter grip on him. She could feel his girth growing as his head began to swell.

Without warning, she feverishly shook under his body. Her words were lost, her voice askew in consciousness. She laughed, and she gasped. Everything felt so right as the sweat, now a slow river, tickled her neck. Jackson let out a loud moan as the muscles grabbing his cock squeezed him and pulled the cum out in an explosion she could feel warm and thick against her walls. He exploded within her.

Suddenly it was over as her orgasm left her limp and Jackson collapsed onto her and then rolled to the side. His cock still stood firm, glistening as cum dribbled down the side. She took his shaft in her hand and pumped gently wondering if he could go again; knowing she couldn’t. Only a few strokes and a final burst of cum, thin and transparent, spurted out and the warm glaze rolled against the back of her hand. She smiled, her breathing still too heavy in the humid Louisiana air to conjure any words to say.

Rachel turned onto her side. Chase was facing her back. Then she saw the flowers, tossed away, and scattered among forgotten grave markers too overgrown for a stranger to make out the names and dates. He must have tossed them as he ran after her. She fell onto her back again dismissing them. The two lay under the shade of a tree as they recovered, unaware that another pair of eyes were watching.