Free Forgive Me by Eliza Freed

agreed to certain rules prior to the run. There’s also my horse, or in this case Ollie’s horse, that I was riding, to deal with. There are a thousand things that can happen. Every run is different from the last.” My stomach knots again. I knew it wasn’t like other sports. “That’s the fun of it.”
    “I have to go to the bathroom.”
    “I’m not surprised,” he says, and takes a second beer out of the cooler. “A six pack might have been underestimating a bit. There is no bathroom.”
    “I’m not surprised. How about that tree line?” Jason motions for me to lead the way. We pass a few trucks until we’re about fifty yards from the fence and all the spectators. I walk just into the woods and search for a spot. His mother’s boots catch my eye. I take them off and lean them against a tree. I move three feet into the woods and squat to pee. I lean over and see Jason laughing.
    “What is so funny?”
    “You don’t have dirty shoes, but you have no problem peeing in the woods?” he says, and I don’t get the distinction.
    “You shouldn’t judge a girl by her shoes,” I say as I finish.
    I turn to Jason and walk toward the boots. He meets me at the tree and pins me between it and the wall that is his chest. With his arms at his sides, he kisses me and the chill travels through me like an infection. It invades every inch of me, debilitating my brain first. I run my hands up his forearms. They are superhuman. I stretch my fingers around the outsides. My hands betray me and jump to his zipper. They’re rewarded with a bulge waiting to be released. I stop kissing Jason and look down as I slide my hand between his legs and slowly bring it toward the front again. My eyes rise to meet Jason’s and he looks sad. Even this doesn’t move me. I can’t be considerate of his thoughts or emotions. I have to have him. I unbuckle his giant buckle and unbutton his pants. The look on his face doesn’t change. I unzip his jeans and slide my hand in. My eyes close and I feel him throughout my body as I hold my hand still, gripping him. The chill pulls my chin to my chest as it rises up through my breasts. I have never known anything like Jason Leer. I open my eyes and they beg him to touch me.
    “You’re going to be the death of me, Annie.”
    Jason grabs my shoulders and forces me against the tree. He hooks one hand under my knee and raises my leg above his waist. I kiss him and pull his hair with both hands to try and hold on to something. His thick neck pulls against my hands and I gyrate on him. My body no longer belongs to me. Jason releases himself with one hand and enters me in the dark of night, against a tree on the Harrison farm. I whimper, having just enough grasp on the world to know I cannot make noise. The realization excites me further as I open my eyes and see the lights of the jackpot. He thrusts into me, and each time I want more. I’m pinned between Jason and the tree, my foot barely touching the ground. He kisses my neck and pulls at my skin with his teeth, all the while continuing to have me, and I cannot take it. I come and fall limp in his arms. Jason continues and each time he’s in me I convulse. He’s holding me up and fucking me at the same time, yet still barely breaking a sweat. The guy is not human.
    He comes and I rest my head against the tree behind me. Air enters my chest, and I smell the animals nearby. I belong here; an animal myself. A breeze blows past me and I look up at the stars, still clinging to Jason Leer.
    I look down and see Jason watching me as he zippers his pants and hooks his belt buckle. He hands me his mother’s boots and as I bend over to put them on I realize my lovely white eyelet dress is covered in dirt.
    “It looks like I wrestled the steer,” I say.
    “This is almost over. Maybe you should wait in the truck while I go collect our money.”
    “You think?” I ask sarcastically. “It looks like I just banged the winning bulldogger.” Jason smiles at