by L. B. Dunbar
“Love, Letty. Only making love.” His fingers slide down the center of me, between my breasts and over my stomach until they dip into my underwear and find my clit. I purr as he takes more time and care to tease me, circle me, drawing out the anticipation before slipping two fingers into me.
“So deep,” I whisper, feeling lazy and loved as he slowly plays me. Giant struggles to remove my underwear, then hitches my leg over his hip. His tip meets my entrance, and he easily slides into me, deliberate, purposeful, and filling. I lift both legs over his lower back, and he cups my backside as he rolls his hips. We move like a dance, taking time but building quickly to another rushing orgasm.
“It’s been so long,” he says into my neck.
“Too long,” I say.
“We’re going to do this every night, Letty.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease until he moves in a way a new spot is discovered. I squeak, and his head pops up.
“That’s my promise, Cricket. Spontaneous.”
“Again,” I whisper, and he flinches upward a second time. My eyes roll back as my arms wrap around his neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“That’s the plan.”
We don’t stay slow for too long before we are both rabid and needy, releasing once again together. He’s just so much and everything I’ve ever wanted.
When he pulls out of me, I shudder at the loss, but he’s quick to return, cleaning me up and then crawling in next to me and tugging me to his chest.
“It’s always going to be like this,” he tells me as if he’s asking or warning or wanting.
“It will always be like this.”
He kisses my shoulder, and then we sleep.
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In the morning, I wake alone with the door to the bedroom closed. I find a fresh T-shirt in Giant’s drawer, pull it on, and then head out to the main room. A soft masculine voice drifts from the kitchen.
“So what do you think, little man? Is it okay to marry your mom? And how about me becoming your dad? You good with that?”
I hear Finn making incoherent noises in response.
“I’ll teach you how to fish and hunt, and brew beer, and of course, when you’re older, catch a girl. You’ll learn all the traits of being a Harrington from me as your dad.”
“Dada.” I freeze. Giant must have too because not a sound comes from the kitchen. I step forward and see Giant staring at Finn. His dark orbs leap up to mine, wide-eyed and surprised.
“Did he just…?”
“That was his first word,” I say, my voice low. Little traitor.
“I never…I wasn’t home…” Giant sets the jar of baby food on the table and pinches at his eyes.
“Giant.” I step forward for him, wrapping my arms around his head as he falls against my belly. “Honey?” I comb over his hair, but he shakes his head into my stomach.
“Dada,” Finn says again, and we both look over at him.
“Thank you,” Giant whispers, and then peeks up at me. “Thank you for this. For him. For you.”
Epilogue
Wedding Bliss
[Giant]
“What would a wedding be without ax throwing?” I hear Letty explain to Billy, and I chuckle. “I’m telling you, it’s all the rage.”
It’s a beautiful fall day, almost a year from the date I first met Letty. I guess you could say she’s obtained my property after all as she has agreed to be my wife. We have no interest in selling, though. In fact, we’ve made the cabin our residence. It’s a little bit of a haul to the brewery from here, but I don’t mind. I’m widening the drive, so we don’t run into trouble during the winter months. Then again, I can’t think of anything I’d like more than to be snowed in with Letty.
We’ll be adding onto the cabin although Letty doesn’t want to make too many changes. She’s adamant I keep the floor plan, so I can remember Pap’s original structure, but the addition will be our personal touch to make the cabin our home. Letty needs an office as she did interview Sam Calder again about his Annie and the resort. She published her work in September, and she’s had a good run of the story. I don’t understand all the particulars, but she’s hitting fancy lists and beaming with pride, and that’s all that matters to me.
I want my girl to be happy.
She tells me every day she is.
“I don’t think I can build a court right in town,” Billy replies.
Letty’s trying to convince Billy he needs to incorporate this activity into the bar’s attraction. Our wedding is tomorrow up on the ridge where we camped, but tonight we celebrate in a casual manner where Letty and I met. I didn’t want a bachelor party although Billy was more than willing to hire strippers. Instead, we set up a spot for ax throwing and a picnic dinner for our rehearsal.
Actually, I take back what I said about the strippers. Billy said he knew where he could get one, but he didn’t suggest we hire one. My brother has changed a little bit. He’s still a flirt, and he’s still wild, but he’s settling. Seems fatherhood might agree with him or maybe it’s the new woman in his life.
I jostle Finn on my hip although he’s getting so big. He’s just over a year. Letty’s adoption of him finalized when he was nine months old, and my adoption of him will be complete soon. It feels like I’ve known him a lifetime. A lifetime I didn’t know I wanted until I met Letty. I had those spontaneous needs, but this was more spontaneous than even I imagined.
“Just throw the ax,” Letty encourages Billy. “It’s surprising how good it feels.”
Billy gives me an eye roll, and I chuckle. He’s under Letty’s spell just as most of my family is. My dad adores her, winking at me when he catches me staring at her. My mother claims she’s relieved she can stop setting me up with available women and tries to take credit for introducing me to Letty.
“You know, if I hadn’t directed her to the cabin, you might have never found her.”
My mother is wrong, but I let her think she’s right. I didn’t find Letty. She found me.
Billy thinks my future wife is hot, and he likes to tell her and me how good she looks, but that’s as far as he’ll ever take it. He’s opened up a little bit about what happened to him, and I think he’s learned his lesson about women. At least, I hope he has.
“Yeah, William, just take the shaft and give it a toss,” Marcus shouts, and I snort as I jiggle Finn once again. He wants down to the ground, but I’m hesitant with all the axes flying around.
“I’ll take him. We’ll sit safely on the porch,” Marcus says to me as he reaches for Finn. “Uncle Marcus will keep Finn away from the big bad ax-men.” His teasing, whiny voice makes me laugh once again. Speaking of flying things, Marcus is full of puns and euphemisms, and I’m glad he’s here for Letty. He’s the only family she invited to our celebration even though he isn’t directly family. She was adamant that if her family couldn’t accept Finn for who he was, she didn’t need them judging her wedding day either, or her. Nothing about our ceremony will be traditional, and I can’t wait.
“Ready for a tussle?” Letty teases Billy, wiggling her brows.
“You know I’d give you a toss any day,” Billy flirts. It’s in his nature, and if he wasn’t my kid brother, and I didn’t know he was just playing, I’d toss him right to the ground like I did when we were kids and make him scream uncle. Billy isn’t really a fighter, more a lover, and he’ll be the first to tell a woman such things, but I know my brother would fight for love if it crossed his path.
“Quit hitting on my wife,” I snap at Billy with a smile.
“She isn’t yet,” Billy teases. “I can change all the conditions.”
Letty laughs and shakes her head. We’ve written a list for our wedding vows, ones Billy will read off tomorrow as he obtained an ordained minister’s license so he could wed us. Stranger things have happened, it’s true. Anyway, Billy calls the list our conditions for marriage instead of our vows, but Letty and I know the truth. This is our promise to each other.
To love one another.
To communicate our needs.
To spend time outdoors.
To never go to bed angry.
To be open to adventure.
To treat each other as equals
“There’s still time,” Billy addresses her. “I know the way out of his secret lair. I can save you from the big bad wolf.” His voice teases, and Letty’s eyes leap to mine.
“I kind of love the big bad wolf,” she says, keeping her gaze on me. “Especially when he threatens to eat me.” She winks at Billy, and the ax my brother is holding slips from his hand. The metal head thuds on the packed dirt at his feet, and he stares at Letty before he bends at the waist and laughs.
“Good one, Letty,” Marcus encourages from his spot on the porch, and I’m happy Finn is too young to understand.
“Oh, my God, Giant. She’s definitely a keeper,” Billy says through his trickling laughter.
He has no idea. I’ll definitely be keeping her all for me.
And there’s nothing I’m looking more forward to than tomorrow, when Billy, as the minister, will ask us that imperative question—if we’ll take each other as husband and wife—and I tell everyone, “I do.”
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Nibble of Billy Harrington
Silver Player – coming January 2020
1
Jokes on me
[Billy]
A young girl walks into a bar…
I’d like to say this is the start of a bad joke, but it isn’t really.
It’s my life.
It all started as I was giving my sister a pep-talk about getting back out there. Dating again. Open yourself up to someone new. I practically wrote the book on this cheerleading speech as it’s the philosophy I’ve lived by for the past sixteen years.
“Hey, boss, there’s a girl here to see you,” a new busy boy addresses me. Blue Ridge Microbrewery and Pub is my pride and joy, and the staff is a second family. Our waitstaff is pretty consistent, but with summer ending and college kids going back to school, we lose a few, gain a few. Our specialty is a house beer brewed by my family’s business – Giant Brewing Company. My family has been brewing beer for decades, although my oldest brother is the official Giant in the title. I didn’t want to work directly under our father and when Giant returned from the military and Rachel left me…well, let’s just say the pub was my gift—happy thirtieth birthday to myself.
My youngest sibling Mati sits across from me in my office. Her lion-red hair doesn’t match the rest of my siblings who have varying shades of gray happening as we grow older. She’s one of the consistent workers, as head waitress, human resources sort-of, and event concept coordinator. Basically meaning, Jill of all trades. Mati’s husband died over a year ago and she isn’t sure if she should follow her heart and do the horizontal shuffle with her once best friend from high school who recently returned to Blue Ridge. It has taken twenty-seven years for them to reunite.
Me? It took me a dozen years to wise up about sex. More like a dozen years of having sex. Random. Wild. Uninhibited. I’d been a blind fool over my high school sweetheart back in the day but that’s a story for another time
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I tell Hosea.
“Always something,” my sister mutters under her breath standing from the seat opposite my desk. I chuckle to myself, not in the least concerned I just admitted to my sister I’d slept with someone I shouldn’t have. Someone clearly stalking me. I wasn’t in any rush to get out to the bar area, but I didn’t want to keep someone waiting, especially if it’s a lady.
“What’s up?” I address Clyde Bebzine. Clyde looks a little like a hot mess with a wild beard and thick sandy brown hair. He’s a few years younger than my forty-six but still close enough we get along well. He tips his head in the direction of a young black-haired beauty sitting on a bar stool—and I mean young—like not legal to sit at the bar but it’s okay because it’s the middle of the afternoon. Her light brown eyes pierce me to my core and there’s something familiar about those eyes. She’d be a looker minus the emo shit she has going on. Pasty-skin. Kohl eyeliner. Nearly black lips. Midnight colored fingernails. I immediately dismiss the sensation of recognition. Every woman looks familiar to me.
They got breasts. They got lips. They got fingertips.
Only I don’t do the young ones and regardless of a body looking like a twenty-something woman she still has the face of a teen.
“May I help you with something?” I ask standing behind the bar while Clyde wipes some glasses dry near me. We’re prepping for the nightly rush of those appreciating local craft beer and community camaraderie. I opened the bar with the intention of improving our little down area, hoping to attr
act tourists and locals alike to boost our mountain ridge economy. Blue Ridge Microbrewery and Pub is my baby.
“I’m looking for Billy Harrington,” she states, like she’s about to deliver a message. Her voice rings rough as if she’s a member of The Godfather or something equally mysterious despite being youthful and female. Her eyes scan my body as if she likes what she sees but she’s also sizing me up. I’m over six foot with silver in my hair but dark scruff on my jaw. My brothers tease me, thinking I dye the facial hair for visual contrast. They’ll never know the truth…besides…the ladies are attracted to the dichotomy so what do I care. Keep the ladies coming, and there’s a double meaning in that declaration. Only I don’t dip lower than thirty years old lately. Those twenty-somethings want the spanking and the baby girl nickname and the daddy issues. No thank you.
“What can I do for you?” My voice teases and I hear Clyde chuckle next to me.
“You him?” She pauses. “You look different than I thought.”
I’m a little surprised she might have thoughts about me one way or another. Her expression clearly tells me she’d eat me up and spit me out, so I don’t think when I say:
“Not interested in fulfilling some daddy fantasy, honey.”
I reach for a rag and begin swiping at the wood bar top although it already shines with cleanliness. Her Tennessee-whiskey eyes on me are making me nervous all of a sudden and the way they narrow, the sense of familiarity washes over me once again.
“You’re sick. I’m your daughter and you would be the furthest thing from my fantasy.”
My hand pauses on the bar. The hint of country music fades to the background. The sound of some afternoon sports competition on the television drones to silence. The voices around me trip and mutter to a stop.
What did she say?