Miss Nobody Ch 17

Chapter 17

PITCHFORKS

Afternoon Day 6

Jonny's eyes closed and he inhaled sharply. He stood still as I wildly gyrated my hips against him.

I stopped moving and he opened his eyes.

He pulled back, his cock hard in the air between us. "I want you." He put his forehead against mine. "I want to be so deep inside of you." He took a deep breath and kissed me on the forehead. He lifted my chin and kissed me again, softer this time. He knelt in front of me and gently raised my leg kissing his way down my inner thigh.

I tried to stay quiet as his tongue found my center. His short hair was spiky but soft on my palms and the soft skin of my inner thighs.

He circled my sensitive clit with his tongue. His fingers slid into my wetness and coaxed an orgasm from me.

I shook, unable to make a sound as the pleasure overwhelmed my senses. My pussy gripped his fingers tight. I felt boneless. Empty. Empty of fear. Empty of worry. Empty of sadness.

His hands around my waist kept me from falling. "You taste better than I ever imagined," he whispered in my ear as we both caught our breath.

I sighed and straightened myself as he buttoned up his pants.

He grabbed his mother's dress and handed it to me. "I think we should just buy all of them." He gathered the remaining clothing and hangers and left the dressing room.

I leaned against the wall and wondered how I let Jonny charm me. But the truth was, I wanted it. I wanted him against my better judgment. The way he made me feel, the calmness, the safety. I shook my head and changed into my dress, composing myself before leaving the dressing room. I placed the nightgown on the glass counter next to Jonny.

"We're doing so well Mr. Zantana. Your suggestions have really improved the place. Putting more chairs and couches around has helped with sales. We've gotten a lot more men coming in with their wives too. Which I just love to see." The older woman, ringing up the clothes, was very friendly. "You're lucky to have a man like this around." She smiled at me.

Jonny grinned and nodded in agreement.

She folded the items into a big paper bag. Along with dresses, some black winter boots, and a nice black, wool jacket had been added to the pile.

Jonny tried handing her his credit card.

"Not today, Mr. Zantana." She refused to accept his card and handed him the big bag full of goodies.

I looked at him sideways. Did he sleep with this woman too? She seemed much too old but one could never be sure about these things.

"Thank you, Lupe. Tengo algunos hombres viniendo por aquí esta noche. Asegúrate de que el túnel está abierto." Jonny's hand on my lower back was my world as he guided me out of the store.

"I would say thank you for paying for all of this but apparently you're a rock star or something?" I probed as he opened the passenger door of his truck.

He placed the giant bag of clothing on the floorboard and pulled me around to the driver's side. He gestured for me to slide in. "What can I say?" He shrugged, still grinning. "I'm a popular guy."

"With the ladies, yes." I raised an eyebrow. "What exactly is it you do...at the hotel?" I didn't know much about Mr. Jonny Zantana.

"Customer Service," he replied smoothly. We bounced on the seat as the truck drove down Main Street. Jonny's hand was on my thigh, his thumb absentmindedly making circles.

"And you've been the boss at the Lodge for how long?"

"I'm not the boss."

"You keep saying that." I looked at him. "Then who exactly is the boss?"

"You'll probably never meet them. Long gone. Just waiting for the paperwork to go through."

"Oh." I was still confused. "Why did they sell it?"

"There was an...accident. If you believe the rumors, several people died. It was a few years ago. It's made it...difficult to manage. Some of the rooms have had to be closed up." He glanced at me.

"It's a beautiful property. It would be a shame if it closed." They could do ghost tours, but maybe that wouldn't make as much money as the Lodge.

"James, my boss, wanted to do something a little different with it. I'll make sure there's a job for you."

I blushed. "Thanks."

He pulled in front of an old-fashioned drug store. "I'm pretty sure you needed some stuff." He mimed washing his short hair and his happy smile made me warm inside.

Thinking about Jonny in my shower made me forget about my uncertain future.

He opened his door and I stepped out behind him. He held out his elbow and I wound my arm in his, flushing under his warmth.

The little bell hanging from the door chimed as we walked inside.

Jonny grabbed a plastic basket and laced his fingers in mine, pulling me toward the shampoos. He was on and off his phone while I smelled the fragrant soaps.

It wasn't long before I had picked out the products I needed. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, a pack of razors. I needed a few more things but I could wait until I cashed my paycheck.

Jonny stood by my side, texting. "Do you know the woman behind the counter?" Jonny asked quietly, not moving his eyes from his phone.

I glanced briefly at the counter. The woman did look familiar but no memories surfaced. I shook my head and put the bottle I was sniffing back on the shelf. "Not that I can remember."

"She seems to know you. She keeps looking over here." He put his phone in his back pocket and grabbed a pack of men's razors. "I'll have my guy...the PI, ask her some questions."

"No, don't do that." I turned to him. "That'll scare her." I looked back briefly to see her busy with another customer. "I'll come back another time and talk to her."

"Alone?"

"I mean...you're not around much." I reminded him. And myself. "I'm sure you have someone following me anyway," I said more to myself than him as I pretended to look over the soaps again. The familiar woman disappeared behind a door in the back. A sense of relief at not having to talk to her in front of Jonny.

Jonny was quiet but grinning as we walked to the new cashier. He paid for everything as I watched the door. Did I know that woman?

***

Mr. Widell almost ran into me as he entered the drugstore, he stared at my boobs a few seconds too long before looking at my face, his bushy gray eyebrow raised as he recognized me, a look of disgust when he saw it wasn't Keiran I was with. "Keiran spoke so highly of you, maybe his judgment's changed since being away from the good old-fashioned values we hold so dear. This town may be small but we are loyal to the core. Something I see, you have none of."

"Excuse me?" Jonny stepped forward ready to start something with the much older man.

I pulled him back, unsuccessfully. "Don't, Jonny, it's okay." I looked at the old man. "Keiran and I are friends, he's dating Cherry," I tried to explain.

He lowered his eyes. "Hmph." He walked away. "He just knows when to take out the trash," he said so low I barely heard him.

Fuck. Just when things were looking up.

***

Jonny put his arm across the back of the seat in his truck, his fingertips lightly touching my shoulder. He glanced at me but I was deep in thought. "Do I need to add that old man to my list?" He twisted a lock of my hair between his fingers.

"List?" I asked him absentmindedly, immediately going back to thinking about the old man and not Jonny's reply.

"Hey." Jonny tugged lightly on my hair, grabbing my attention. "You having a memory?"

I shook my head and sighed. "No. Not a memory."

He squeezed my shoulder gently.

"Sorry, I...I just don't know what to do."

"About what?"

"How to get the people in town to like me."

"Fuck the people in town. Who cares what they think?"

"I like my job. I like being here in the trees. I'm tired of being looked at like I don't belong. Like I'm an alien that fell from the sky. I have no family-" I sighed, leaning back against the seat. I didn't continue my sentence out loud. I didn't want to cry.

He kissed my healed temple. "I get you."

I looked at him. "They don't have to like me but I'd rather not be chased out of town with pitchforks."

"Pitchforks? That's old school." He winked at me. "I won't let that happen." He parked the truck in front of a small brick building. "There's more of us than them."

I nodded, still absentmindedly thinking of how I was going to clear my reputation as a murderer and now a whore. I laughed at the irony. If they only knew. I looked at the brick wall as I climbed out of the truck. I didn't see any visible signs and it was dimly lit.

Jonny held his hand out to help me from the truck. His hands were rough and they made me wet as I briefly pictured them inside me. Jonny interlaced our fingers and we headed toward the building. He knocked twice on the metal door with no handle. It opened silently. He kissed my hand and smiled, pulling me into the dark entryway.