by Lark Avery
The tenser he became, the more turned on I got.
“I can’t believe we made it. I thought you’d pull over and fuck me,” I said as the truck wheezed to a stop. We’d pulled into one of the many open parking spots on Big Sky’s Main Street.
A muscle worked in Tristan’s jaw. Although he cut the engine, he stared straight ahead. “Don’t think that didn’t cross my mind every one of the shitty miles we drove. It was all I could do to stop myself from putting your legs over my shoulders and fucking that pussy of yours because tell me this, it is wet, isn’t it?”
I shivered, his voice was tense and dark. The anticipation was practically killing me. “Yes.”
“Good. Now get the damn supplies so we can get out of here.”
“You’re not coming?”
“My cock is so hard from sitting next to your jiggling tits and beautiful mouth, getting out of this truck isn’t advisable.”
I opened my door, grabbed my bag, and exited swinging my ass. I wondered if I had time to get a quick drink. My throat was dry. I could only imagine what Tristan would do if I told him how thirsty his cum made me.
5
Tristan
The trip to and from Big Sky was thankfully uneventful, but that didn’t make it less torturous for me. I couldn’t believe she’d given me the best blow job of my life in the front seat of her truck. There was no way I was letting her drive off without me. After all, I already thought of her as mine.
Ted was gone. If Liv was really serious about staying here, she and Leo needed protection. I wasn’t going to leave them exposed while Rika was skulking around.
We returned to Snow Ridge in the late afternoon. We unloaded her truck without talking, running multiple trips to the kitchen.
Gary and Leo appeared while I was out at the truck.
“You guys back already?” Gary asked.
“Yeah.”
“That was a record time for a trip to Big Sky.”
“We made good time.” I didn’t meet his eyes. Getting blown before a road trip is an excellent motivator, but I kept this observation to myself.
“Leo and I were going to watch a movie. Do you think Liv will mind if we hang out at my place for a few more hours?”
I thought this was an excellent plan. “I’ll pass the message on to Liv.”
Gary and Leo gave each other a high five as they wandered away.
I picked up another box and carried it inside.
“Was that Leo and Gary?” Liv was putting milk in the fridge.
“They asked if they could watch a movie over at Gary’s.” I set the box down in the corner of the kitchen floor. I longed to claim her ass.
When she turned around, I backed her up against the kitchen table. “Are you wearing panties?” I demanded.
“That’s what you were wondering, after all, that time in the truck?” She slipped out from under me to reach for a print apron hanging from a hook on the wall. She slipped it over her head and tied the waist strings. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the fridge door again. The chill blast felt great. I didn’t know how much more of this Snow Ridge heatwave I could take. She handed me a beer.
“Among other things.” I closed the gap between us. My gaze dropped to her lips.
We stood toe to toe. Her nipples grazed my shirt while she took a swig of my beer. Watching her swallow, triggering memories of her taking me in her mouth just hours before.
I had wanted her for so long. Convinced myself, I could never have her. Now she was here. Things were different between us.
I set my beer aside, pulling her hard against me. Her hands flattened against my chest, feeling the hard muscle of my pecs. With one hand, I cradled the back of her head, tipping her for a deep kiss. The other slid over her apron, caressing her breasts and belly before slipping under the fabric. When my fingers slid inside the waistband of her shorts, she made a little moan in the back of her throat.
No panties. Just as I thought. I crooked my finger to stroke her pussy lips, losing myself in our kiss.
Abruptly I ended our kiss and removed my hand.
Liv blinked at me, dazed. Her lips were swollen and red. “You must be hungry?”
“Not for food.” I fingered the apron ties, nuzzling her neck. “I like this.” I backed her up against the sink. I pressed my pelvis against her soft belly.
Liv slid her palms up my chest. She pulled my shirt loose from my pants. Her fingers slipped down, stroking my dick then cupping my balls. She stopped to loosen the apron around her neck.
“Leave it, but take off the blouse.” I’d like to pop those buttons off, but I let her tease me. “Do that any slower, and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Liv raised an eyebrow at me. She untied her halter top. She had her shorts on under her apron.
I surveyed the flat kitchen surfaces. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
She did so then glanced back over her shoulder at me.
“Now, bend over,” I ordered softly.
Liv
In my fantasy (and oh, I had many fantasies involving Tristan), I hadn’t counted on feeling exposed. But that was precisely how I felt on tiptoe with my ass in the air. I also felt strangely powerful, and more than a little turned on that some nosy neighbor could walk in on us any moment.
Tristan wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand ran down my back. When his fingers ran along my butt crack. I shivered. He palmed me, his fingers stroking the front of my panties while his palm pressed into her folds. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together from frustration. I needed the release only he could give me.
“Feel that?” Tristan pressed his cock against my ass.
I groaned. His hands grabbed my tits. No gentle stroking. He kneaded my nipples, tugging on their erect points. In the polished chrome kitchen backsplash, I saw myself with Tristan behind me.
He caught my gaze in the reflection. I was restless with desire; I pushed my ass against him.
“Should I go down on you now?” he growled in my ear.
“Take me from behind.” I needed his cock buried deep inside me. “Please, please,” I whispered. “Right here. Right now.”
Tristan’s clever fingers worked me. The only sounds in the kitchen were my panting and the sounds of my own wet pussy, making his fingers slick.
“Is this what you want?” He teased.
“I need your cock.” I squeezed my legs, trying to find some relief from the tension building inside me.
Tristan increased the stroking with his clever fingers.
“Every time you’re in this kitchen, you’ll remember me fucking you.”
“Oh, God. Yes,” I grounded out. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me now.”
Tristan withdrew his fingers. When I heard his zipper, I wanted to weep with relief. I laid my torso down on the kitchen counter. My palms rested near my head. Words were meaningless. I wanted this man inside me now. Anything else was pointless.
His fat cock pressed against my cleft. I rose even higher on tiptoe, trying to give him access. He felt hard and thick. I wiggled my ass against him, coaxing him as his head entered me.
“Ahhh,” I straightened slightly, pulling him deeper inside me.
“Stay down. You’re going to need to hold on.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you might wind up in the next room.”
I shivered. “Try it.”
Tristan thrust inside all at once, and so deeply, he lifted me off my toes. One of his arms encircled my waist, holding me against him. With his other hand, he gripped the counter until his knuckles whitened.
I was lost. I loved smelling his sweat, knowing I was driving him wild. The sensation made me dizzy.
“Harder,” I begged.
“You feel so fucking good.”
My knees hit the cupboard door every time he thrust
. The banging sound echoed through the kitchen. I was greedy for the orgasm that would send me spiraling into ecstasy.
I could feel it building, the delicious tension inside me. His cock was fucking the shit out of me. The only thing that mattered was this man making me his.
He adjusted his angle, rubbing my clit, and I exploded. My body was like a galaxy of exploding stars.
“Oh, fuck! Yessss!” I cried, past caring that the window was open.
His cock emptied into my pussy pulse after pulse. It was a beautiful feeling of possession and safety. I loved this man, and I had for a long time. Coming back here was something I’d wanted to do ever since Ted died. Now I was here. I didn’t need a big romance. I was a grown-ass woman. I could survive with Tristan fucking me whenever he got the urge. He need never know that I loved him.
He rested his torso behind me on the flat surface. We were both sweaty, but it felt right and good. He nuzzled my neck with his cock still buried inside of me. The sound of our panting and the hum of the refrigerator filled the otherwise quiet kitchen.
“Better?” Tristan smoothed my curls aside.
My laugh came out as a pant. “Better. I was worried you’d be all tender and romantic on me.” I straightened but didn’t move out of his arms.
“You’re the kind of girl who needs a hard fuck.”
I glanced back at him. I wasn’t going to ask for more than that, I couldn’t lose him after all this. “You don’t know everything about me. Don’t be so cocky.” I kept my tone light as I fingered his hard cock behind me. “Darn. Spoke too soon.”
I arranged with Gary for Leo to stay there tonight in his guest room. Leo was thrilled when I called over there, and Gary was obliging. I really owed him for all the help. But right now, with Leo safely taken care of, all I could think about was Tristan.
We moved to my cramped and stuffy upstairs bedroom. At least now, we weren’t surrounded by hair removal products. We fucked hard and often, pausing to sleep only to start up again. I could never have enough of Tristan, he was like my drug. Everything with him felt right. Maybe it was missing him for all these years. Now when I was with him, I didn’t want to waste a single minute.
Ted’s death taught me that much, at least. His sudden death showed me I was done waiting for things to improve in my life. From now, I would follow what I needed for my son and myself.
“You miss Ted?” Tristan said quietly after we lay dazed and panting in my bed.
“Do we have to talk about him now?” I asked. My fingertips laid over Tristan’s heart. I could feel the steady beats, loving their rhythm.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“To Ted?” I propped my head on my elbow. “He was your friend. I’m only going to say this once. Leo was the only good thing to come out of that marriage.”
Tristan’s pupils dilated. His lovely mouth set into a tight line. “I thought he made you happy. Did he hurt you?”
“You know how much he drank in college. Imagine him with a wife and son in Ohio. I don’t waste time grieving over him.”
Tristan’s mouth went white. A muscle jerked in her jaw. “That bastard.”
I couldn’t disagree. I didn’t want to run Ted down. He was gone. I was free. I’d paid a high price for my choice.
“No one is ever going to hurt you again,” Tristan promised. He pulled me tight against him and kissed me hard.
“At least I have Leo.” I sighed when he released me.
A chill rippled through me like I was standing next to the open refrigerator, not in a stifling hot room on an unseasonably warm Montanan night.
“From what I’ve seen of Leo, he’s completely Ted’s kid.” Tristan yawned.
“Now, what’s that supposed to mean?” I scooted away from him.
“Leo’s a little wild. Like his dad.”
“He’s ‘a little wild’ because he’s four years old.” Reason had left my brain. What was he saying? This man that majorly rocked my world criticized my son? Ohhhh, hell no.
I rolled over on my side away from him. I needed space and sleep. I could hear Tristan’s regular breathing next to me. Anger flared up to replace the earlier chill.
Who was he to say anything about Leo? He knew nothing about my son.
And his timing right now was horrible. My body was still quaking with aftershocks from his fucking me, so thoroughly, it was hard to remember my name. The last thing I wanted was a commentary on my son. Talk about a mood killer.
6
Tristan
The morning after our fuck fest was a mess. Literally. A blizzard snapped the neck of our spring thaw. The wind howled. The windows frosted from the inside in Liv’s house as I predicted. Sticky snow covered the new grass. The visibility was zip.
I knew some cuddle time would be high on Liv’s list after our recent activities. I wasn’t opposed to that at all.
Why had I even mentioned Leo? I didn’t mean how that sounded. What I meant was, instead of Leo being “all boy” who liked to be physical. That was pretty common to kids used to the outdoors in Montana. Leo took to nature just like his father had, after all, it was in his blood.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want Liv to be mine for more than just a few fucks here or there. I’d never thought about settling down before, but now I knew why. I couldn’t picture myself with anyone but Liv. The revelation that her marriage to Ted hadn’t been a happy one stunned me. I was furious at Ted for not realizing how lucky he was. And I was hurt that Liv hadn’t come to me. I would do anything for her and Leo. She had to know that, right?
I needed to clear my head. I could feel her lying quietly awake but not speaking in this narrow bed.
“I’m heading into work. Meet me for dinner at the inn?”
“I’ll see what Leo wants to do.”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She was warm and soft under the covers. I smelled my cum on her, and I stifled a moan. I never wanted to leave his woman even for a few hours in town.
But duty called, so I dressed quickly. I grabbed the snow shovel that I’d set next to the front door. Stepping out, I narrowly collided with Gary loping up to steps.
“Is Leo here?” He panted.
“He spent the night with you.” The hair on the back of my neck raised. This was not a good sign.
“He did, but this morning when I was making breakfast, he snuck out.” Gary swung his head around to the snow-covered landscape. About a foot fell last night, and more was coming.
Of course, the fresh snow lured the boy outside. I remember how much my cousins and I loved to play in the pristine snow before we got cold and hungry.
Liv appeared on the steps, she must’ve heard Gary’s voice. Her mussed hair with her bare feet made me want to march her back to bed. Her eyes, though, were wide with terror. Her gaze swept from me to Gary and then back to me. “Where’s my son?”
“He slipped outside.” Gary surveyed the property again.
“Let’s talk inside.” I ushered the other two back to the kitchen.
Snow Ridge was back to winter. No birds, no breezes instead bitterly cold temperatures and snow. Gary repeated to Liv what he told me.
“We should look at Gary’s place first,” I said. “He could be hiding there.”
We trooped outside but kept our eyes on the ground watching the snow pile on. Any tracks Leo might have left would be filled in soon.
Gary’s Taxidermy shop was housed in the second largest building in town after the newly built lodge. I hadn’t been inside since his father ran the place. Turns out, it was more than just a taxidermy studio. The ground floor studio/showroom was locked up. No way Leo could get in there when Gary had the only key.
We headed up the stairs to Gary’s apartment.
The building’s exterior was an old metal warehouse
“This is where you live?” I assumed he had a cabin somewhere nearby.
“I’m the best Dall sheep taxidermist in Montana. People ship me their kill from a
ll over the world.” Gary’s voice was tinged with pride.
“I never doubted your talents, but this isn’t what I expected.
The hardwood floors were polished and warm, the sloped roof sported skylights. The windows facing the street were regular-sized in line with the lower level. Still, the back windows overlooking the fields beyond the town was a massive picture window. It looked like a fancy industrial loft you might see on a tv show.
I swallowed, asking, “You had Leo here?” but then I noticed the expensive electronics had been buffeted by padded edges and impressive wall anchors.
“I was making us pancakes. He loves those. He wanted them shaped like bears. I swear I turned my back for thirty seconds, and he was gone. I checked all over then went downstairs. I found the door to the backyard ajar and his footprints on the back step. That is more protected by the wind and snow. After he entered the yard, the snow-filled in his trail.”
“Show us,” Liv said.
Gary grabbed a long coat and boots, which she adopted without expression. She appeared wooden, now almost frozen. When I slid the coat around her shoulders, I understood. She was terrified beyond comprehension.
“We’ll find him, Liv. The best thing is for you to wait at home.”
“No!”
“Listen, most likely he’s taken a romp in the snow, then he’ll be home to you. You should be there for him. I’ll get some radios for us to communicate.”
“If anything happens to him.”
“Nothing is going to happen. We did this kind of thing when we were kids here all the time, right, Gary? Scared the crap out of our families, but we always came home fine.”
Gary looked tentative at best. Luckily he understood that question wasn’t meant to be answered.
Liv
Fearing for my son’s safety was paralyzing. My body felt numb instead of relief. My heart and brain pumped terror through me like it was in my blood. I wanted to scream, but that wasn’t enough.