Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

Moira smiles and places her hand on my chest. "We'll leave soon. I'm sure Randall would understand."

Reaching my free hand out, I trace my fingers along her cheek. "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I shouldn't take my frustration out on you."

Her hand comes up to cover mine, and her eyes close briefly as she nuzzles into my caress. "It's okay. We all need that one person we can just vent to."

"And you'll be that person for me?" I ask in amusement.

Her eyes bore into me with utter seriousness and purpose. "I'll be your everything if you want me to."

Fuck yes, I want that.

Fuck no, I can't have that. Not when we'll eventually be living on two different continents.

Rather than give her affirmation, I pull our joined hands away from her face and lean in to give her a soft kiss. She sighs so softly, like a flower opening up its petals, and it makes me want to crush her to me.

"Isn't that sweet?" I hear a woman's voice from behind me. "Looks like your little secret is out in the open. Congratulations to you."

Turning to face Cara, I pull Moira protectively into my side. It's amazing that I had once thought this woman beautiful, from a purely male appreciative standpoint. But knowing what I know about her, and knowing that she has malice toward Moira and wanted to taint her with a disgusting offer of group sex and drugs, has me feeling more than a little dangerous at the moment.

Cara stands there, wearing a blood-red gown, her hair piled with sophistication on top of her head. She's holding a tumbler full of amber liquid and by the glaze in her eyes and the slight way in which she sways back and forth, I can tell she's drunk.

"Where's your date tonight?" I sneer. "Oh, wait... that would be your brother, right?"

Cara merely cocks up a perfectly arched eyebrow over my audacity. While my preference is to fight with fists and blades, I can sharpen my words when I need to.

"How dare you think to judge me?" Cara says snidely. "You're nothing more than a jungle rat trying to fit into a society that will never accept the likes of you. You're nothing and you'll never amount to anything here, hard as you might like to try. So, enjoy your time here while you can, Tarzan. Then run back to your little home and try to remember all the ways in which you failed. I'm betting Moira will be grateful to get rid of you, leech, but then again, she's one of those women that look easy to appease. I'm sure she'll be fucking her next pet Indian as soon as you're gone."

"You fucking bitch," Moira snarls as she takes a step toward Cara but I pull her back toward me.

I hear another voice from behind me add on, "What in the hell has gotten in to you, Cara?"

Angling my head, I see Randall standing there with anger blazing in his eyes. He steps around me and takes Cara by the upper arm, leaning in closer to her. "It is unacceptable to speak to Zach that way. He's family."

Cara pulls her arm away from Randall, her own eyes fevered with indignation. "He's not our family. You're blind to him."

"I see as well as I ever do," Randall murmurs with disappointment. "I'm seeing very well right now. I think you need to leave, Cara."

"What?" she asks in disbelief. "You're kicking me out of your home?"

"I'm asking you to leave before you make a scene and before I'm forced to kick you out. Go home and sleep off your drunk, and then maybe tomorrow you'll be able to offer Zach and Moira an apology."

"Never," she hisses but spins on her heel, almost toppling over and heading toward the doorway. I notice Clint angling in toward her. He takes ahold of her arm as if to steady her, but she throws it off. He follows right behind her, and I sincerely hope that I never have to see those two again.

"I'm so sorry, Zach," Randall says to me in apology. "She's had too much to drink, and I'm sure she didn't mean those words."

Moira rests a hand on my arm, but I can feel her shaking. Oily unease settles within my chest, almost suffocating me. "You don't need to apologize for her, Randall. Besides... her words were pretty much true."

"That's preposterous," Randall gasps. "Her words were nothing more than meaningless drivel coming from a drunken and self-absorbed woman."

"Still," I tell him kindly as I reach a hand up to clasp his shoulder. "It's not your place to apologize for her behavior. Now, if you don't mind... I think Moira and I are going to leave for the night."

Moira slips her hand into mine and laces her fingers with a slight squeeze. "Thank you for hosting this party for Zach. It was very nice."

I know that was the kindest thing Moira could think to say to Randall at this moment, and I watch as sadness overtakes his face. "It was a pretty stupid idea having this, huh? What was I thinking? These people aren't your friends. Hell, ninety percent of them aren't my friends either."

"It's okay," I assure him. "It was the gesture that counted."

"I'm sorry," Randall says, his eyes soft and wistful. "I just wanted to show you off. I'm just... really proud of you, Zach. I have no one else in my family that gives me such pride. That's all."

Some of the darkness that had been threatening to overtake me over Cara's words... which were no doubt about as truthful as any I've heard since I've been here, starts to recede. Warm fondness for this man, who has indeed given me an amazing opportunity, which led me to Moira, starts to fill up that black hole. Yes, I will miss him too, when I'm gone.

A lot.

Moira sits straddling me in the limousine on the way home. She had just pushed a button that rolled up a dark piece of glass that separated the driver from us. Then she pulled up her gown, threw a bare leg over my own, and settled down into my lap.

I don't hesitate a moment, reaching up and pulling the top of her dress down to expose both of her creamy, pale breasts. She wraps her arms around my head and pulls my face to her. My tongue flicks at a nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak before pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it.

My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the satiny material of her dress further up until I glance down and see a hint of white silk covering her pussy. I dip a finger under the edge and skim my finger through the slick folds, causing Moira's back to arch backward in pleasure.

"That feels good," she moans softly.

A little too softly for my needs, so I plunge a finger in deep and she cries out.

"How does that feel?" I ask her as I lean back a bit and watch as my finger pumps in and out of her.

"Oh, fuck... so good," she says, and I add another finger, then another.

Not good enough... I want to hear more, so I lean my body to the side and lay flat against the leather seat, keeping Moira in place with my free hand.

"Crawl up here," I tell her as I remove my fingers. "I want to fuck you with my tongue."

Moira scrambles up my chest, pulling clumsily at the material of her dress to keep it out of the way. She takes a brief look out the window and says, "We're about five minutes from the house."

"More than enough time," I assure her and grab onto her hips, dragging her the rest of the way up my body. I bend my legs, scooting my body down further in the seat so I can give her enough room to spread legs wide on either side of me.

When she's perfectly positioned over my face, I order her, "Now lower that pussy onto my mouth, sweet girl. I'm starving."

Bracing her hands on the door, she slowly lowers herself. I stick my tongue out to make first contact, eagerly probing at her entrance, and she continues to sink down until I've impaled her with it.

"Oooohhhh," Moira gushes as she swivels her hips above me.

I push my arms up between her thighs and, with my hands, I peel back the swollen lips of her pussy, giving me unfettered access to what I'm really searching for. I need that clit between my lips if I'm going to get her off fast.

Latching on and sucking hard, I pull my tongue in on the action and strike quickly at her with it. Moira cries out almost painfully but then gasps, "Oh, damn... I'm going to come so fast."

That motivates me further, and my tongue fucking picks up the pace. I manage to rotate one hand to jam a thumb into her wetness, and Moira nearly shoots off my face. I pull her back down and concentrate on pounding her clit with my tongue, pulling her down hard against me almost to the point of suffocation.

I know she starts to come when her thighs clamp hard against me, and she grinds herself down onto me. I actually just constrict my tongue into a hard point, and let her ride it through her orgasm. She finally falls backward on my body, staring up at the ceiling of the car with her bare breasts heaving.

"Oh, Zach... you destroy me so good," she says softly.

It's then that I realize the limo has come to a stop. I sit up in the seat and wipe the wetness from my face with the sleeve of my tuxedo jacket, and see my little house glowing under a streetlight.

I have no clue how long we've been here, but I can see the driver waiting patiently outside the car door, his back to us.