Chute Yeah

by Vale, Lani Lynn

“Why?” he asked.

  “Because wearing pads makes me feel dirty all the time,” I admitted. “I’d rather change my tampon every hour than wear a pad and get blood everywhere.”

  He scrunched up his nose. “How did we get onto this topic?”

  His back started to jump, and I looked at the muscles exposed to see the TENS unit make the muscles jump and flex.

  I laid my head back down and said, “I have no idea. We were talking about shitting, and then this.”

  He snorted.

  “I’m not sure how we got on that topic, either,” he admitted. “My balls are numb.”

  I burst out laughing.

  “Is there any topic of conversation that is sacred between us?” I asked teasingly.

  “No.” He paused. “Before you know it, we’ll be farting in front of each other, and shitting with the door open.”

  I made a gagging sound. “Yeah, that’s a big no on my part.”

  He winked. “I’ll convert you; don’t you worry.”

  I had a feeling that he was dead wrong, but since he was so cutely sweet about it all, and his mouth was so close to mine, I continued to tease him.

  “You’re telling me that you’d be okay with used tampons in your trash can and me pooping while you’re brushing your teeth?” I asked bawdily.

  He snorted.

  “As long as it doesn’t smell, yes,” he countered.

  I made a gagging sound.

  “Exactly,” he teased.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “You’re nuts,” I told him. “Really damn nuts.”

  His grin filled up his face.

  “We’ll ease into it, honey,” he rumbled. “Don’t worry.”

  The alarm on his unit went off, and Check was back, removing the pads on his flesh before either one of us could even move.

  “I’m almost afraid of what y’all are easing into,” Check said. “The last time I said that, I was trying to convince my girlfriend to do anal.”

  I choked as Check’s words penetrated my brain.

  Banks started to laugh and buried his face in my hip.

  “Umm,” I said. “No. We were talking about pooping in front of each other.”

  Not like that was much better now that it’d come out of my mouth.

  “That’s disgusting,” Mandee said as she overheard the words come out of my mouth.

  I felt my eye start to twitch.

  “There has to be some romance left in the relationship,” Mandee continued. “Something like that is downright offensive.”

  “Why?” Banks asked as he painfully rolled over.

  Mandee’s eyes started to go to Banks’ crotch, but I tossed my hand over the offending object when he finally rolled, causing us all to freeze.

  Mandee flushed as she looked away, acting as if she wasn’t about to look.

  Check started to laugh.

  Banks’ cock started to grow underneath my hand.

  And now I was in a predicament.

  Did I move my hand and save myself the embarrassment of what would happen if I left it? Or did I leave it?

  I didn’t want Mandee looking at it. I also knew that Check would see it as well.

  There was no hiding what I could feel underneath my hand.

  I decided to leave it.

  “You may leave,” I said crisply.

  Check shook his head as a chuckle escaped his lips.

  “Since you’re there,” he said as he pulled a tube of something out of his pocket. “Rub that all over the inside of his leg. I had a chance to look at it earlier. It’s bruised but not cut at all. This ointment will help with the bruising.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Though, I’d suggest taking this elsewhere. A couple of the bullfighters need looked at, and you’re taking up one of my only beds.”

  With that parting comment, Check left, leaving us as alone as he could in the area we’d been confined to for the last twenty minutes.

  It was only after Banks started to grow harder underneath my hand that I realized I was still covering his cock with my hand.

  “Shit,” I said, pulling my hand away. “I’m sorry.”

  I tried to look anywhere but at him, but he caught my cheek and turned me to look him straight in the eyes.

  “Don’t be,” he rumbled. “I’m not.”

  With that he stood up, slowly, and swung his legs over the bed.

  When he did, I saw where the little stickers from the TENS unit had been stuck to his bare back.

  “Can you grab me my shirt?” he asked as he stood.

  I started looking around for his shirt and found it next to his discarded boots.

  When I bent down to retrieve it, Banks turned to grab his pants, and all of a sudden, I had his hard cock—that was sadly still covered by his underwear—in my face.

  It jumped at my closeness, and I licked my lips.

  “Shit,” he said, backing away.

  I went forward and grabbed for the shirt, tossing it to him.

  He caught it and put it over his head as I did the same with his pants moments later.

  I licked my lips again and Banks started to laugh.

  “You make it incredibly hard to be good,” he said gruffly.

  The problem was, I didn’t want him to be good.

  I wanted him to be bad.

  I wanted to be bad with him.

  I swallowed hard and sat on my ass, watching him finish getting dressed.

  My eyes strayed to the quickly bruising section of his thigh before he’d pulled his pants up all the way, and I blinked at him.

  “Ready?” he asked as he slipped his feet into his boots.

  I nodded my head, my hand clenched on the tube of ointment, and wondered if I was, truly, ready.

  I’d gone to plenty of counselors to speak about what had happened to me.

  I wasn’t scared any longer to be by myself.

  I also was more than capable of sleeping with a man—I’d done so since my rape twice.

  So yes, I was ready.

  There was no doubt in my mind.

  I’d been ready for Banks Valentine all my life.

  We walked slowly through the lit-up rodeo grounds as we made our way back to the trailer.

  Banks nodded his head at a few people, but never slowed long enough to invite any conversations.

  By the time we made it back to the trailer, and after I scattered a few women that seemed to be quite close to Banks’ door, we made our way inside and locked the door.

  He walked to the bedroom and said, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

  Instead of saying anything to that, I took a seat on the chair and wondered if what I was about to do would come back and bite me in the ass.

  But there was no denying it any longer.

  I wanted Banks Valentine, and I intended to have him.

  Chapter 15

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  -Banks to Candy

  Banks

  My stomach was filled with knots as I made my way into the shower.

  My head was definitely in the clouds, and I wasn’t sure if what Check gave me was something that should make me feel quite like I was feeling.

  Then again, I knew what it was.

  Candy had given me the green light.

  The green light to take her.

  The green light to do with her what I wanted.

  I aggressively turned the knobs for the shower, not bothering with the hot, and stepped inside, hoping the cool water would calm my libido.

  It didn’t.

  I was in there for all of five minutes, trying to talk myself out of what I knew was about to happen the moment I stepped out, when my resolve crumbled.

  And that all had to do with the beautiful, long-legged woman who walked into the tiny bathroom and stared at me through the clear glass partition.

  “Banks…” she hesitated. �
��I want this.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed.

  “I’m not breakable,” she promised.

  Wasn’t she, though?

  She’d had a terrible first initiation into sex, and peripherally, I’d played a part in that.

  It was a terrible pill to swallow, and I hated the fact that I’d done a stupid thing that night and stood her up.

  I wished to God that I hadn’t.

  Yet I couldn’t take that back.

  I also couldn’t take back the life I’d lived afterward.

  I’d been a whore.

  Well, not necessarily a whore as much as very indiscriminate about who I’d taken to my bed.

  Most of the women had been fast and easy.

  I wasn’t proud of the man that I’d become after what had happened with my parents. Wasn’t happy about how I’d refused to see that I was worth more than what I’d allowed myself when I’d been in my rebellious teenage years, followed shortly by the ‘I’m hot shit and a soldier’ years.

  Honestly, the man I’d been since I’d come home was the man that I’d always wanted to be.

  I hadn’t been completely good, but I’d definitely kept my bedroom escapades to a minimum.

  But, in the back of every single sexual encounter that I’d ever had, Candy had always been at the forefront of my mind.

  And now, with her standing there, looking at me with her heart in her eyes, I was too scared to reach out and take what it really was that I wanted.

  “I’m okay,” she promised.

  Then she started stripping, and with each article of clothing that came off her, my body got more and more taut with expectation.

  When her panties hit the floor—her final article of clothing—I was already backing up into the shower.

  I wasn’t sure what I expected her to do, but stepping into it with me wasn’t it.

  She squeaked when the cold water drenched her skin.

  I immediately reached forward and cranked the hot water on, but she was shivering, plastered up against me before I could draw my next breath.

  “Sorry,” I said. “Was trying to calm my dick.”

  She pressed against me harder, her turgid nipples dragging along my chest.

  And with her there, pressed up against me, I completely forgot about my back. My thigh. And hell, even my pride.

  All of my focus boiled down to her. The way she felt in my arms. The way her soft, wet skin felt against my cold, hard flesh.

  “I wish you’d have stayed in the bedroom.” She shivered. “I really hate cold.”

  I actually remembered that about her.

  During the winter when we were in school, she’d wear massive coats, and two pairs of pants just so she wouldn’t be cold.

  She used to be made fun of—a lot of those times by me—and she wouldn’t care.

  She’d still come to school wearing the same damn ensemble the next day.

  “Sorry,” I whispered against her skin. “I’ll warm you up.”

  Though, now the water was doing a damn good job of it.

  She pressed into me then leaned up onto her tiptoes, bringing her mouth nearly to mine.

  All I had to do was drop my mouth a scant inch, and our lips were brushing.

  She inhaled deeply when they finally met.

  No longer was this a game we were playing.

  No longer did I have to pretend that I didn’t want her.

  I ate her mouth up like a starving man.

  My tongue tangled with hers at the same time that I reversed our positions, slamming her back up against the tiny shower wall.

  My shoulders brushed the glass on either side of us, but despite the uncomfortableness of our confines, neither one of us seemed to care.

  We were completely focused on each other.

  On the way she felt against me, and I felt against her.

  “You’re so hard,” she whispered, her hands going over my shoulders.

  I grinned, pulling away from her mouth so that I could look into her eyes.

  “Yes,” I agreed, digging my very hard cock into the softness of her belly. “I am.”

  She snickered, her hand trailing down the length of my chest to come to a stop just above our hips.

  “Scoot back,” she ordered.

  I did, letting her do what she would.

  Her hand automatically went to my cock and started to pump it in between us, my cock head rubbing against her stomach with each pull of her hand.

  I dropped my forehead to rest against the shower wall and cursed as I tried not to come right then and there.

  “I haven’t been with a woman in a while,” I groaned.

  “So, a man then?” she teased.

  I choked. “No. Not either sex, Candy. It’s been… a while. Years.”

  “And the woman that I saw you with at the rodeo?” I challenged.

  “A front. Pick one, the rest usually stay away. Ditch her when no one is looking. It’s been years. I swear.”

  Years being right before I’d gotten home and decided not to shit where I slept.

  That, and the first time I’d seen Candy again, I realized that I’d been kidding myself.

  Nobody but Candy would do anymore. Not when the real thing was within my reach.

  “Have you ever thought about this?” she asked. “Us?”

  Did I lie?

  I wasn’t sure what the proper protocols were here.

  “I thought about you…” She paused. “When I was with my first guy after… I thought about you. To get me through. Pretended it was you.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “The second time I was kind of drunk,” she admitted. “I still thought about you.”

  I kissed her then, unable to stop myself.

  The kiss was hungry, wild, untamed.

  I thrust my tongue into her mouth, devoured it and kept coming back for more.

  Her hand clenched on my cock, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Lifting her up so that she was in the perfect spot, I leaned my body into her and reached for my cock that she’d dropped in her surprise.

  Lining it up with her entrance, I pulled back and stared into her eyes as I fed it into her, inch by slow inch.

  “I’m okay,” she promised, her voice husky and her chest heaving.

  I watched her face the entire time, making sure that she was, indeed, okay. I also let her lead. Didn’t make any move until her body and her eyes told me it was okay.

  And when I finally bottomed out inside of her, my cock buried in the tightest pussy I’d ever felt in my life, I knew that she was okay.

  I wasn’t, though.

  Something had changed the moment that I’d gotten my cock buried inside of her. Something that told me that I’d never be able to pretend that another woman was her ever again.

  Nobody would ever be her.

  I knew the way she tasted. Knew the way she felt wrapped tightly around my cock.

  No, nobody would ever be her.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Move.”

  So, I did, watching her eyes the entire time that I pulled my cock out, then pushed it back inside. Over and over, and still I watched.

  She watched me back, and I saw the moment that she started to tip over the edge.

  “Fuck,” she said, her breath hitching.

  Then her pussy was clamping around my cock, and I was lost.

  The release that slammed into me was downright explosive.

  I’d never felt anything so fucking perfect in my life.

  My cock felt like it burst as hot spurts of my release jetted out of my cock and into her heated depths.

  “Jesus Christ,” I gritted out, feeling like my soul was leaving my body instead of only fluid.

  She bent down and latched onto the cord of my neck with her teeth, still trembling around me.

  And still I came.

  It was lon
g moments later, when both of us were hot, sweaty messes, that I leaned back and looked at her with assessing eyes.

  “You’re okay.”

  She grinned. “Oh, yeah. I’m definitely okay.”

  The suggestive way she said ‘okay’ had me wanting to pick her up and toss her onto the bed and have her one more time.

  Alas, I could hear her stomach rumbling, and I wouldn’t satiate my needs before hers.

  “Want to grab something to eat?” I rasped against her throat.

  She laughed softly against my cheek.

  “Yes.”

  I pulled out of her tight sheath, loving the way that she mewled when she felt my still semi-hard cock leave her, and I turned off the water while I waited until she was steady on her feet to step away.

  “I’m feeling pancakes,” she said. “That diner that you took me to the first night. Pancakes and a milkshake sound amazing.”

  I liked the way she thought.

  It didn’t take us long to get dressed and head out.

  But she did make sure to take the time to rub the ointment on my thigh, which ended up taking a bit longer than necessary when she couldn’t stop herself from touching me again.

  After righting our clothes for a second time in less than thirty minutes, we stepped outside of the trailer only to find there was a line of girls between my trailer and the one next to us.

  I stopped on the top step, and Candy stopped on the one right below me.

  “We thought you were playing around,” Mandee said. “That y’all couldn’t really be together. The infamous Banks Valentine, the rodeo heartbreaker, couldn’t really be tied down.” Mandee snorted. “Guess we’re all proved wrong.”

  The four other women with her, all dressed in their rodeo hooker outfits, started giggling.

  “If the trailer is a rockin’,” one of them sang.

  “Don’t come a knockin’,” Mandee finished, leading the girls out past the trailers and hopefully far, far away.

  “Well,” Candy said. “I find that I’m a tad bit embarrassed.”

  She placed her hands against her cheeks, likely trying to conceal the flush that I could see between her fingers.

  “Well,” I admitted. “That could’ve been worse… but at least now the rodeo’s biggest gossips know that we’re a real thing.”

  She turned so that she was staring up at me.

  “Are we?” she asked quietly.

  “Are we what?” I wondered.