The Singer and the Silent Type: Small Town Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Haley Travis

  Her eyes grew wide, as her lips curled into the sauciest smile I’d ever seen. She kissed me gently, but I could feel her intention quite clearly. My hand slid up from her waist, caressing the underside of her breast. From the way she gasped softly, pressing herself into my hand, it was obvious what she wanted.

  Picking her up, I carried her to the bedroom, placing her in the center of the bed. Clicking on the small bedside lamp, it gave a faint amber glow, showing off the bit of rosiness across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose from our day outside.

  “You are impossibly beautiful,” I said, tearing off my shirt and sitting beside her.

  Her eyes were huge as she took me in. She seemed to relax as my fingertips danced down her throat, then tensed up again as I slowly reached into the front of her dress. Sitting up, Lorena unzipped her dress at the back, and I helped her pull it off completely.

  I instantly unfastened her bra, slipping it off to admire her creamy round breasts. The rosy nipples were the perfect size, puckered slightly, tightening even more as I wrapped my lips around one.

  “Oh,” she sighed, lying back across the bed.

  Sucking gently, I tried to analyze every little murmur and noise that she made. But she seemed to like everything – feather-light kisses around her cleavage, licking each nipple back and forth, even when I nibbled a bit harder, making her gasp as my teeth skimmed her flesh. I moved up to kiss her again, and an instant flare of heat shot through both of us.

  “You taste so sweet, baby,” I murmured, my tongue caressing the seam of her lips until she moaned, opening her mouth for mine.

  Lorena’s arms were around my shoulders, both caressing my skin and pulling me closer. “You feel so good,” she breathed, as I cupped the underside of her breasts gently, leaning in to lick and suck them again.

  Her gentle moans were driving me insane, and I shifted my hips trying to make sure that my erection wasn’t pressing right against her. But as I shifted away, she leaned in, intentionally rubbing her hip against me. She was arching her self into the palm of my hands, wriggling slightly, and definitely signaling that she wanted more.

  Moving slightly to the side, I slid one hand over her soft stomach, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her pink cotton panties. “Spread your legs a little for me, angel,” I murmured. “Let me feel you.”

  She nodded, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow, and her sexy smile making my pulse throb in my cock. As my fingers slid lower, skimming along her delicate flesh, exploring every fold, I honestly wondered if a man could come without even having been touched.

  Her sweet little pussy was so warm and wet, her juices slipping along my fingertips as I stroked her gently. From the way her breath caught in her throat, her shoulders twitching, I had a sneaking suspicion I already knew the answer as I asked, “Am I the first man to ever touch you here?”

  She nodded, then made a soft murmur as my finger traced through her slit, spreading her inner lips.

  “Am I the first man who’s going to make you come in his arms?”

  Lorena’s eyes lit up with absolute delight as she nodded again. Brushing lightly over her little nub of nerves, her eyes half-closed as she shuddered. With each tiny twitch, I learned what she reacted to. Kissing her gently, the feeling of her gasps into my mouth made my body ache for hers.

  When I figured that I had teased her enough, I slipped my middle finger inside her just a bit, softly caressing her tender clit with my thumb.

  Her long, low inhale sounded like it was rattling. Her hips began to tense, and I could feel that she was nearing the edge. Then she pressed her lips together, making the strangest soft whining sound as her thighs clenched.

  “Don’t be quiet, baby,” I murmured, kissing along her cheekbone to her ear. “Let it out. Just relax and let go for me, angel.”

  “Cody,” she murmured, looking up at me with those huge blue eyes. “This feels so good.”

  “That’s what I’m here for,” I smiled, kissing her lightly on the lips while giving her enough space to moan into my mouth. “Come for me, beautiful.”

  Moving my fingers just a little faster, pressing a tiny bit harder, her stomach seemed to flutter, then she squealed against my lips.

  “Damn, you are sexy, Lorena,” I growled, kissing her hard and rough as she exploded in my arms, holding onto me as she shook. When she stopped twitching, I kissed her gently, then pulled away to smile at her. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  Pulling my hand away, I dragged my middle finger down my tongue while she watched me suck her juices. “May I take your panties off so that I can lick you?” I asked.

  She shook her head.

  Stroking her hair, I murmured, “That’s all right, angel. That’s enough for one night.”

  Lorena grinned as she sat up. “That’s not what I meant. I mean that it’s your turn.”

  I chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “Take off your pants for me, please.”

  No man could possibly resist such a polite request. Standing up, I dropped my jeans and shorts, watching her eyes widen as my erection came into view.

  “Oh,” she said softly. “Wow.”

  I knew that I was a bit on the large side, but realized that she was likely more surprised because it was the first one she’d seen in person. Lying on my back, I wondered what she had in mind. Her delicate hands wrapped around the base, as she slowly, cautiously, stroked the entire length.

  “I haven’t been with a woman in a really long time,” I said sheepishly, “So I might be a little sensitive.”

  “That’s probably good,” she said, flashing me a wink, “Since I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”

  Lorena proved herself a complete liar when she moved down between my legs, popping the head of my shaft between her perfect lips and sucking my length into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, taking her time and getting a feel for it before increasing her speed up and down.

  “Sweet Jesus,” I muttered, involuntarily grabbing the back of her hair, intending to slow her down. But she worked her hands and mouth together, creating pressure across the entire length of my shaft.

  Feeling her tongue fluttering against my flesh was more than I could take, but she looked up at me so hopefully, obviously wanting to please me. “Slow down, it feels too good,” I groaned.

  She gave her head a tiny shake, then began actually sucking hard, moving quicker. Watching her smiling eyes as she seemed so dedicated to satisfying me made my entire body shudder.

  “Mmm, I can’t stop, angel.”

  Lorena’s tiny nod was all it took. Her lips pressed harder, and she seemed ready to take it all. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but my fist in her hair was moving her sweet lips just a bit faster.

  “Baby...” I growled, staring into those beautiful sweet eyes as everything tightened. Exploding down her throat, she blinked in surprise, swallowing quickly as I released every bit of tension in my body.

  The second I could catch my breath and see straight, I pulled her up gently by the shoulders to kiss her. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to pull your hair like that. I didn’t mean to lose control.”

  “I’m fine,” she giggled. “Actually, um, I liked it. I’ve always wanted to try that.”

  I laughed out loud in relief. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” she blushed. “It just felt…naughty.”

  A girl who was so unbelievably sweet, but wanted to be naughty in the bedroom? I honestly could not believe my luck.

  Chapter Nine

  ~ Lorena ~

  I was surprised at how comfortable I was with Cody. Everything we did together just felt right, and somehow my nervousness was falling away. Then I was shocked as he flipped me onto my back, kissing down my body until his huge hands pressed my thighs apart to make room for his mouth.

  My strange gasping moan didn’t even sound human as it filled the room. He kissed along every bit of my skin as if he were ex
ploring me. Memorizing my body.

  His deep eyes looked up at me as his tongue began to lick steadily right where I was wettest. He stroked all the way along that magical cluster of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure straight down to my toes.

  I loved that he took his time with me, not wanting to rush a single moment. I loved that he was so close to me already, so intimate and connected. As my breath began to rattle in my chest, his eyes smiling up at me, I realized that I was already falling completely in love with him.

  My fingers tangled in the top of his hair as my hips began to squirm, that deep hum of desire overtaking me.

  He dug his tongue in harder, lapping at me as if I were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Every single thing he did made me feel precious. I couldn’t help but feel greedy for wanting more, then he added the tip of a second finger, pressing steadily inside me. I pulled his tongue against me tighter until the deep, tingling heat flooded me in deep waves, my moans becoming a shriek as I came.

  When I finally stopped shaking and gasping, Cody looked up and licked his lips. “I knew you’d be delicious,” he grinned.

  He laid beside me, wrapping me in his arms. “Wow,” I whispered, shaking my head and laughing at myself.

  “Do you want me to sleep here?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please.”

  Our bodies tangled together, my head tucked into the crook of his shoulder. “You feel perfect against me, angel,” he murmured, kissing the top of my hair.

  “I think I’m becoming addicted to being in your arms,” I whispered.

  I was already drifting off, then felt his fingertips brush my hair back, tucking it behind my ear as he kissed my temple. “I’m already falling for you so hard, Lorena. Now that I know you’re my girl, I’m never letting you go.”

  Smiling slightly, I nodded, murmuring “Mmm hmm,” but couldn’t even form words anymore.

  Several times in the night I woke up with Cody’s strong arms around me, feeling like the luckiest, safest, most treasured woman in the world.

  When I woke up and saw daylight streaming in, I glanced at the clock to confirm that it was actually morning, then reached for Cody. He wasn’t there.

  Looking around my bedroom, I saw that his clothes were gone. Throwing on a giant old t-shirt that I used as a nightgown sometimes, I went out to the kitchen, looking around. Cody wasn’t there either.

  He had mentioned that he often worked very early mornings, so I searched the house looking for a note. There was nothing on the kitchen table, the refrigerator, or the front door. I couldn’t think of any other logical place someone would leave a message. There was a notepad and pen right beside the front door that really couldn’t be missed.

  I went back to my room to grab my phone to see if he had sent me a text, and then saw his phone on the far bedside table. What on earth makes a man leave so fast that he forgets his phone?

  Slumping into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee, I noticed that the machine was already brewing. He must have filled it and set the timer for me. I opened the cabinet to grab a mug, and the door swung smoothly. The loose hinge had been tightened.

  Sitting down with my coffee, I tried to make sense of this weird behavior. Cody was such a straight-up guy. A bit old-fashioned. Almost formal. I couldn’t imagine him leaving without saying goodbye, unless something terrible had happened.

  Could I have talked in my sleep? Or was spending the night too much, too fast?

  Whenever he was with me, he seemed like he was all in – that our relationship meant a lot to him. He must have known that I would be upset at his disappearance. Was that his point? I shook my head.

  The coffee was ready, so I poured a cup, sitting down with my phone to check the weather. I also checked the Sunset Ridge community group for general news, and to see what people were saying about the rodeo.

  It seemed that people were mainly talking about the rodeo events, broken records and personal bests. But there were also many people chatting about how much they enjoyed Bobby Decker’s band, and the newest “Well-Behaved Outlaw”.

  Many people were expressing sympathy to Bobby’s wife for missing the show, but lots of people were commenting on how much they enjoyed my singing. Some people, mostly regulars I recognized from the tavern, couldn’t believe that a girl who seemed so quiet could, as little old Mr. Jenson said, “belt it to the high heavens.”

  I could have cried from happiness, but then the tears became real as I realized the first person I wanted to share that with was Cody.

  I spent a few hours scrubbing the house, and working on a few little fix-it projects. After a few hours, I realized I should check my phone just to see if maybe he’d somehow called me from someone else’s phone. The only message I had was from Alice, saying that she had to work early, so she’d be picking me up at three.

  That was a great relief, since puttering around the house wasn’t making me mellow today, it was driving me nuts. As I got ready for work, I decided I would take Cody’s phone to the tavern, since he would likely look for me there.

  The screen lit up as I lifted it, showing fragments of the last several texts he’d received flashing in a quick blur across the screen, from someone with the last name either “James” or “Jones”.

  ...promise me you won’t go too far...

  ...been around a bit, so you know how they take it...

  ...heavier ones always ride better – used to the rough...

  What the heck was that about? I couldn’t see who sent the messages without unlocking his phone, and I couldn’t even call the bits of the messages back.

  My blood ran cold. There was no way for me to know if those messages were sent by Verity Jones, or Esther Jones, telling Cody that I was the town slut. They likely thought it was their duty to warn him, and didn’t want him to end up with an out-of-towner. No matter how long I lived here, that was how they were going to see me.

  I didn’t think Cody was the type of guy to listen to horrible gossip like that, but this made it abundantly clear that I really didn’t know him very well yet. Falling across my bed in tears, I could still smell him on the pillow, making me cry harder.

  It served me right for getting my hopes up so high, so fast. He was a wonderful man, and probably allowed himself a little fling now and then. There was no way that he could be so passionate about me so fast. It was likely part of his method of picking up women. Since he seemed so quiet, he could easily get away with it.

  I wasn’t sure if I actually believed that line of thought, but I couldn’t think of any other reason why he wouldn’t leave a note or message. He must be dumping me already.

  Forcing myself to get up and fix my makeup, I changed my outfit, wanting to wear something that made me look slimmer after that message about my being heavy. A nice dark blue dress toned down my breasts, and skimmed nicely over my round hips, making my curves look more womanly, almost elegant.

  Slipping a light blue rhinestone flower clip into my hair, I held my head high as I threw Cody’s phone into my purse. I figured he would show up at The Last Barrel tonight. Or at least, he would know to look for me there.

  If I could handle stage fright, I could handle this, I told myself as I heard Alice coming up the long driveway. Locking the front door, I pasted a smile on. There was no way I was going to let anyone see that Cody had upset me.

  Singing along with the radio on the way into town, Alice kept me entertained with her strange attempts at harmonies that had us both in stitches.

  When we got to work, I found that scrubbing the tavern floor didn’t drain my frustration, but it impressed Iris, so at least that was something. She came charging in almost late, looking pleasantly surprised.

  “You’ve been scrubbing so hard I don’t know which I should be more worried about, missy, the floorboards or your nails.” My fake laugh only made her stare more deeply into my eyes. “What made you so upset?”

  Shaking my head, I found there was nothing I could say.

 
“Alright, then,” she said gently, patting my shoulder. “But I’m always here if you need a shoulder to cry on in the storage room, okay, hon?”

  “Thank you,” I said, my throat tight. “Um, how was the cook-off?”

  Iris beamed. “One of the younger gals won this year – Jolene King. Just amazing. If she comes in tonight, be sure to give her a free dessert, okay? And also one for the guy who might be her new sweetheart, Rhett.”

  “Sure.”

  Iris gave me a little hug on the way by. “Hang in there, darlin’.”

  It was a great relief that I felt close to my coworkers so quickly. With no family other than my very distant Mother, I had been used to being totally alone in the world for a long time. It was nice to finally feel like I had a home, with people I could count on.