Author's Notes; thank you for waiting for a new story from me. Thank you for all the feedback and requests for new work. Now that the legal issues have been dealt with, I will be posting some new stuff as I have time. This is one I hope you will enjoy. Please remember this adult fiction story is copyrighted by me and no unauthorized reproduction is allowed, etc. etc. etc. so on and so forth. Please take a second to vote or a minute to comment or leave feedback. So lean back and enjoy.
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John was cursing his rotten luck, driving as fast as he could away from the scene of the crime. On one hand, he was glad he found out before he married the backstabbing, cock sucking, cum-bucket, slut he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. But, on the other hand, he'd never get back the thousands of dollars he wasted on the stuff for the over the top fancy wedding he never wanted in the first fucking place. He knew getting the ring back was going to be a no-go, so he didn't even try. Of course, she had to be fucking his best friend since first grade. Anyone else would almost be forgivable. It was obvious to him it wasn't their first time riding the magical rodeo horse. Didn't they know you wipe up before going the next round or rounds?
Maybe the busted balls and broken jaw would teach his one-time best friend, there are just some things you just didn't do. Granted, it's like the old adage says, you can only covet what you see. But all the same, there is a time to keep your pecker in your pants. Waiting for your best friend to show up for the stag party you are throwing for him, would be one, you'd think! He hoped and prayed that he could get the sight, sound, and smell of their fucking out of his head before he went crazy.
His cell phone rang again. So, he tossed it still ringing, out the fucking window and into the raging storm, not taking his eyes off the curvy snow covered mountain road. He shut the window again quickly, cussing the blizzard he was driving through. If he was stupid enough to fall for her line of bullshit, then the fool him. But, he thought he could trust his friend with his life. Obviously, just not with his woman, such was his fucked up life.
He needed to find his way out of this blinding storm before he turned back, changed his mind, and killed them both for their betrayal. Some impulses are just too strong, too primal to ignore. There is just a part of the brain that short circuits given the proper provocation, and you could only fight or run like a scalded fucking dog. Fortunately, or unfortunately for him, he chose the run option. That didn't necessarily mean the killing them option was totally out of the equation just yet. He had visions of shoving a stick of dynamite up one of their asses while they were mid-fuck. Not that they noticed anything else while occupied, until... 'They'd get a real bang out of that.' He thought vengefully.
"Fuck them in the ass with the barrel of a hot Uzi!" He screamed into the night over the blaring radio. "They damn well deserve each other. I hope he knocks her up and has to support that greedy, conniving, lying, cheating cunt. Let her walk through his money like its water and see how he feels. See if he still feels shoving his tiny pecker in her greedy, gasping, gash was worth it then... I should have shot the both of them between their legs and watched them bleed to death."
He was pounding on his steering wheel with every point of his argument with no one. Shaking his head, he tried to clear out the near overwhelming thoughts of homicide. John reached down trying to turn the heater up to just a few degrees above frostbite and keep his eyes on the almost nonexistent road.
"OH SHIT!" He screamed, swerving when a huge blob, of a brown something, crossed his field of vision. The vehicle instantly went into an uncontrollable slide, heading for the steep cliff.
"Of all my cock sucking, mother fucking, two balled, cunt lapping, numb nuts kicking, luck!" He was breathing hard as his engine revved uselessly, his tires spinning on the ice and snow. "What the fuck did I ever do to piss you off?" He screamed at the sky, unaware that he was stomping on the accelerator instead of the brakes.
Thump, thump, thump... John jumped as a big brown blur stood by his window. "Are you hurt? Can I help you? Are you in pain?" A deep rasping voice drifted through the raging blizzard.
"What the fuck?" John jumped at the sound of the voice so close to his ear. "Who, what, how...?" He was looking around trying to make his brain work. "I'm, um, okay." His hands were shaking as the fear and adrenalin started wearing off from his near death experience.
"Take your foot off the petal that makes it go, before you launch over the side of the cliff!" The shadow of the person stepped back from the window. "Take a deep breath and everything can be okay." The voice got closer as John put the car in park, and turned off the ignition, stopping the over-revving engine. He leaned his head against the steering wheel as the frigid bite of the wind penetrated the windshield and ripped at his shattered heart.
"Nothing will ever be okay again." He murmured. "I'm totally fucked." John sighed under his breath. Anger, rage, and dumb fucking luck, had got him this far. But, all that had just ran out. Or, had it? "Is there, um, someplace where I can...?" He started saying, trying to put a cognitive, non-reactionary thought together.
"Are you done freaking out?" There was a hint of humor and something else in the voice. "How did you ever find this road into my range? It's fairly well off the beaten path." A huge glove covered hand tried to wipe some of the snow off his window. There was a loud scrapping sound as the ice and snow fell to the ground, letting a small pair of black eyes peer into the vehicle.
"I was just trying to get... um, anyway, aren't you cold?" He shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Well, I've been warmer at other times of the year, but there is a balance to keep either way." The huge bulk look like it shrugged off a ton of snow in a single movement. "But, there is a warm place out of this blowing wind if you're not afraid of a little walk in the weather." John just realized the person speaking to him was female. At least he thought she was female.
"If I could just get out of the snow bank...?" He tried to look around.
"I'd give up on your car thing. If you tried, you'll be dead by morning." She answered, before he could finish his thought. "It'll be buried as soon as we leave and the snow can get to it. It might be free again by mid-spring... maybe." She added doubtfully. "But, I have a place out of the weather, where you can rough it out." She grabbed the door handle. "Don't worry; you'll be safe as long as you're with me." John had to put his foot against the door to help her shift the snow that had already blocked him in.
"God damn it, it's cold." John shivered trying to shove his arms into his coat and zip it before all his body heat left him.
"It has to be cold here to be warm someplace else, and this God you speak of, hasn't damned this place yet." She chuckled. "Come on, before you get buried in this winter's coat. Me, I'm used to it." She turned and started trudging through the hip deep snow, cutting a deep trail. "Keep in my tracks or they'll be de dragging what's left of your body out, come the spring thaw." She shouted over her shoulder.
John pulled his coat in as tight as he could and tried to keep up with the deceptively fast bulk of the woman, who had just saved his life. He took a quick look back and noticed there was only an unrecognizable lump of snow where he thought his car should be.
"Pay attention to where you're going, not where you've been." A big hand stopped him from walking off the edge of the cliff on the other side of the guardrail. "Stay close to me or you'll be forever lost!" She warned him one last time with a grumbling snuffle.
