Free Sweet Cheeks by J. Dorothy Page B

chance of running. There is nowhere to run, and in my condition I can't run anyway.
    He smirks and pulls a little clear plastic bag from his pocket. I see the white powder and recognize it. I've only ever seen it at a couple of parties, making sure to steer clear. That is one thing I have never been tempted to try. I've seen too many idiots completely lose it on that stuff.
     ”Getting away from the folks. Getting some fresh air.”
    “Folks?” I squeak out. Oh please don't tell me he's moved back here. Please no.
    “Yeah. My folks have moved back. So, we can play again, Jen, Jen, we can pick up where we ...”
    He doesn't finish that sentence as we both turn, hearing a car coming down the dirt track toward us. Thank God. Whoever you are, you just saved my hide. Not bothering to see who it is, I don't waste the opportunity, and as per usual , Jason moves slyly away from me, and I wrench open my car door and slip inside, locking the door. Oh god. My heart is racing at a million miles per hour. I am so scared. I pull out of where I'm parked and speed off, not looking back.
    Tears sting my eyes once more, I can hardly breathe. My hands are shaking as I try to hold it together to control the car and make it back to Cam's place. I'm not sure how much more I can take today, and I intend heading straight for my bedroom and getting into bed. I need to hide for a while in the warmth of my room. My head is all fuzzy, my racing thoughts about my past, spinning me out.
    This isn't good for Treasure Pot. I need to hold it together for his sake, I just hope I don't run into Tanning or I might really lose it.
    I blow out a breath of relief as I turn down the dirt track to Cam's, my vision is a little blurry from the tears that keep falling, and I'm probably going a little too fast, but I can't help the urgency or the adrenaline that keeps pumping around my system. Getting into my room is all I can think about.
    A blurry black shape comes into view and I realize Tanning's black truck is coming toward me, I spin the wheel just in time to miss it, and my little beetle does a one eighty veering off into the surrounding paddock. I get control and turn around so I'm back on the drive again and continue to speed toward Cam's house. I slam on the brakes when I reach the old farmhouse and leap out of the car as quick as I can, running for the house. As I open the front door I don't wait to hear if anyone is here. I don't care right now. The tears are still streaming down my face and I make it to my room and suck in the sob that tries to escape.
    Not yet.
    Not until I'm under those covers.
    I open the door and close it quietly so I don't disturb Cam and Bailey. I only hope they are too preoccupied with each other today. Tanning has obviously gone out, so I should be right. Yeah. I'm right. Right to deal with this on my own. Like I did all those years ago. My bedroom and my bed was my haven back then, and I need that comfort right now. I kick off my shoes and strip down to my panties and tank top, then I crawl under my covers and curl into the tightest ball I can. The sob comes from deep down, from the place I don't usually acknowledge, but today I can't stop it. It takes over as I rock back and forth, cradling Treasure Pot, my sobs filling the room.
    I don't hear the door open, I'm too far gone. The warm body that wraps around me and holds me tight, feels nice, so I don't push it away. I just cling on for dear life as I let it all go.

The first thing I hear is deep breathing. The first thing I smell is a familiar cologne, with a pine scent. Tanning. Then I realize I'm not only hearing and smelling him, I'm all cuddled up to him. My head is resting on his beautiful chest, his arms are wrapped around me and our legs are tangled together. He is so warm, and I kind of feel like I'm in heaven right now. I've had this fantasy since meeting him. He took Cam's place after those first few lustful minutes. For a couple of lovely seconds I breathe him in