“I’m not asking for permission,” she tells him. “I’m leaving. For good.”
I clench my jaw. Where in the hell is this sweet thing headed? I’m no stalker, but I do know she doesn’t have a set of wheels. She lives in the apartment above The Roadside, but anyone who lives around here would know that. There aren’t many folks that make the Ridgeway Mountains their homes. It’s an isolated place, an abandoned mining town.
She leaves the diner and runs toward my truck. “You mean it, I can come to you if I need help?” she asks.
I nod, trying to play catch up. Her eyes are wide, filled with an intensity I’ve never seen before. “I mean it.” My voice is as solid as a pine tree.
“Give me five minutes. Okay?” She doesn’t even wait for me to answer before she’s gone.
I sit in the truck, watching as she rounds the building and climbs the flight of steps to the apartment. Her dad John comes outside, hollering at me.
“What did you tell her?” he shouts my way.
“I don’t know what you’re getting on about,” I say, not wanting to add any fuel to the fire.
“My daughter says she’s splitting town for you.”
“Pretty sure she’s a grown ass woman who can make up her own mind.”
Louisa is running down the steps, two at a time, a large duffel bag over her shoulder. She’s rushing so fast, I’m scared she’ll fall. I jump from the truck, leaping for her bag. “Slow down, darling,” I tell her, my hand on the small of her back. “No need to rush. I got you.”
She looks up at me, tears filling her chocolate brown eyes. “My dad, he’s—”
“You little whore,” John shouts at her. “I didn’t think you were a slut like your mom, but I guess I was wrong.”
I open the door for Louisa, and she climbs in, shaking. I turn back to John. “Don’t you talk to my girl like that, you understand?”
“Your girl?” He scoffs. “Good riddance, that’s what I say.”
“In that case, you have no reason to come looking for her.”
“Oh, I know where your cabin is, Lochlan. I can come for her if I want.”
I cock an eyebrow his way. “You can try. But I wouldn’t come looking unless you want to end up dead.”
“Is that a threat?” he snarls. His breath so damn disgusting my heart tightens. I didn’t know he was a drunk. Louisa is always running the front of the restaurant, and he’s the one cooking in the back.
All this time, Louisa has been living with a drunk old man who treats her badly. I hate that I didn’t know.
“More than a threat, John. It’s a goddamn guarantee.”
4
Louisa
As we peel away from the parking lot, my heart races… Did I really just do this? Give my father the proverbial middle finger and jump in a car with a virtual stranger?
And what do I know about Lochlan, really? Besides the fact he has a thick beard and dark green eyes, dreamy lashes so thick it’s not fair. He has black hair that curls at the ends, the kind that has my fingers aching to run through it. He’s tall, strong. Wears nice clothing, but it’s not flashy. Flannel shirts and work pants, leather boots. He drives a vintage truck and whistles while he waits for the bill when he comes to The Roadside once a month.
He likes cheese omelets. Bacon on the side. Black coffee and when he drinks it, I have to turn away, the idea of his lips on the rim of the mug making my core ache… imagining his lips on me.
One time he asked how old I was and I remember how, when I told him that I’d just turned eighteen, he groaned. Like it was painful. “I’m twenty-eight,” he’d said. He didn’t say any more. He didn’t have to. His not saying anything meant that he hated the fact I was so young.
But I’m not so young anymore.
That was three years ago. I’m twenty-one now. Surely old enough for him. Old enough to know what I want.
But does he want the same thing?
Would a man like him really want a girl like me?
I turn to him, licking my lips, as he pulls onto the highway. I guess it’s time we find out.
5
Lochlan
Driving with Louisa in my truck is both a blessing and a curse. Of course I want her here with me… but I also want so much more.
All of her. We drive for fifteen minutes, the silence thick as the reality dawns on us. Louisa is coming home with me.
I clear my throat as I turn right toward the road that winds up to my cabin. “So you just decided enough was enough?”
“I’ve wanted to leave for a long time,” she explains. “But I didn’t want to leave without…”
“Without what?”
She turns her shoulders, looking at me as I drive. “I always dreamed I’d end up in this truck.”
Her blunt words send a goddamn thrill through me. “With me? Or the truck in general?”
She laughs softly. “You. I know we’re basically strangers. But I’ve watched you eat breakfast thirty-six times now. You don’t feel like a stranger.”
“You’ve been counting?” I ask, my heart racing as I consider her words. Maybe I’m not the only one who has been dreaming of this. I pull onto the side of the road, waiting for her to reply.
“Yeah, I have,” she says with a shaky exhale. “Does that make me crazy?”
I put the car in park. Kill the engine. Turn to her. “Not crazy. In fact, it makes me feel goddamn sane.”
“Sane? How?” Her eyes search mine, looking for answers.
“Because, Louisa, I’ve been counting too.”
I cup her cheek with my hand and pull her into a kiss. She sinks against me like she’s been waiting all thirty-six months for this moment. It’s the same amount of time I’ve been fantasizing about the exact same thing.
Her lips are soft, and my cock twitches as I pull her closer. Damn these seatbelts, I just want her in my lap. Now.
Her lips part and her tongue finds mine, and the sweetest moan escapes her lips, causing me to run my hands over her back, draw her closer still.
“Oh God,” she whispers, pulling back, her fingers running over her swollen lips. “You have no idea how long I wanted you to do that.”
I chuckle. “I’m guessing as long as I wanted to. Thirty-six months.” I lean over her and push open her car door.
We get out of the truck, and I meet her on her side, taking the duffle bag and throwing it over my shoulder. Standing there, outside my cabin, I know once we go inside, things could go a few ways. I know how I want them to go down… but does she?
“Why did you never make a move?” she asks.
“Because, darling, I knew once I kissed you, I wouldn't want to stop. And you were eighteen when we met. Too young to get caught up with me.”
She licks her pouty lips. My cock groans with desire. “Am I too young now?”
I clench my jaw. “You’re twenty-one… but I know if this goes any further… I won’t want you to leave. Ever. I’ll want to make you mine.”
“You say it like that’s a bad thing,” she says. “Like it’s painful to admit.”
“You have a whole life ahead of you, Louisa. And I know what I want. Where I want to be. Right here. But you… the world is your oyster.”
She smirks, pressing her hand to my chest, and stepping closer. “Not anymore, Lochlan. Didn’t you hear the news? The world is going up in flames. And if that’s the case… I want to be here. With you.”
“And if the pandemic ends, and everything goes back to normal?”
She lifts her eyebrows. “I hope by then you’ll have knocked me up and made sure I can never get away.”
6
Louisa
I don’t think I could be any more clear about my desires. My intentions. Where I want this to go.
With my hand on his chest, my words hang in the air. I want him to put a baby in me and make me his. Forever.
Lochlan doesn’t hesitate. He lifts me from the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist, laughing in shock.
“Then what are we waiting for, Mama?”
My body grows so hot, so fast, every inch of my skin buzzes with desire. Mama. How can such a simple word muttered from his mouth turn me on so intensely?
I’m not gonna wait and ask questions. He pushes open the cabin door, and I cling to him, my arms around his neck, and God, I love the way it feels to be in his arms.
He sets me on the ground. “Welcome home,” he tells me and a giddy rush of euphoria envelops me.
“Why did I stay at my drunk dad’s place for so long when I could have been here?”
“I think we were waiting for the right time,” he says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His beard tickles my neck as he kisses me softly just beneath my ear.
I look around his cabin’s open floor plan. It’s so cozy. A dark leather couch made for curling up on, with a book and a cup of tea. A river rock fireplace for cold winter nights, a table for four where I can imagine a family sitting, a kitchen with retro appliances… I’m already picturing making dinners for Lochlan in front of the stove. There’s a record player and a bookshelf. And past that, there’s a hallway.
I peer down it. “Where does that lead?”
Lochlan turns me around, smiles. “Our bedroom.”
“Ours?”
He grins and God, he is so handsome. My whole body aches for him. “Is that too much, too soon?”
I shake my head. “No. But you should know something, Lochlan. I’m not all talk. I really want you. Us. This. So much that I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What do you mean, waiting?”
I swallow, hitching my fingers to his belt loop. “I’m a virgin. Your virgin.”
He groans. “Fuck, Mama. Hearing that makes me so damn hard for you.”
I smile, liking how I’ve pleased him. “You like that I saved myself for you?”
“You really knew what you wanted, didn’t you?” He runs a hand over my hair, tilting my chin so our eyes meet.
I nod. “I did. I do.”
“Good, because Louisa, I know what I want, too.”
7
Lochlan
The fact she has saved herself for me gets me so damn horny it’s not even funny. My cock is hard as steel, just thinking about her virgin pussy.
The way she so willingly is offering it to me.
It’s all I want. She is all I want.
I lead her to the bedroom, the king-sized bed center stage. I draw her to me, her little red skirt and blouse needs to be taken off — stat — but first I need another kiss. “I’ve gotten myself off so many times in that bed. And you know what I think about when I pump my cock?” I ask, growling in her ear.
“What?” she whimpers, her hands on my chest, unbuttoning my flannel shirt.
“You. Your round ass in those short little skirts. Your big tits that pull at the buttons.”
She smiles. “I only put those clothes on the Saturdays I know you’ll be in.”
“Fuck, really?” I groan, unzipping her skirt. Pushing it over her wide, baby-bearing hips.
“I tried to tempt you… but you were too good. Too patient.”
“I’m not patient anymore,” I tell her, ripping open her blouse, buttons popping, needing to see her breasts, now. “Fuck, they’re perfect.” Her blouse is on the floor and my little virgin stands before me in nothing but panties and a bra.
“You think?” She cups them, looking nervous and as if not believing me.
But she's wrong, so damn wrong.
I pull her close, pushing her hands aside, and then I begin to massage her breasts nice and slow, pulling her tits to my mouth and sucking her nipples. She runs her fingers through my hair and I wonder if this will be all the better because we've been waiting so long.
"That feels so good," she moans as I tease her tit, my tongue twirling her nipple, and then push my hands down her back, pushing her panties to the floor. "I need you on the bed," I tell her. "I need to see you. All of you."
She licks her lips as I run my eyes over her body, head to toe. God, she's beautiful. Her curves, her full figure, her heart-shaped face, her long, thick hair. Everything about her is a goddamn dream come true and seeing her as she crawls into my bed, lying on her back, it's like my fantasy brought to life.
I've been thinking of this exact thing since the day we met, imagining the moment when we could be together, and here we are. Here she is, her pussy so damn close, ready to be sucked, licked, eaten.
I shove off my jeans and flannel, my boxers too. My cock is hard and ready and I stroke myself as I walk toward her. Her eyes widen as she takes me in.
“What do you think?" I ask as she bites her finger.
"I think that is really, really big."
"It will be okay,” I tell her. I'm hung like a goddamn Viking and it might be a little intimidating at first, but once I'm inside her sweet cunt, it will become something she relishes. "But before you get this," I tell her, "I get to see your pretty little cunt."
Heat crawls up her cheeks and they turn pink. She looks so damn cute. "You know how I told you I'm a virgin?" she asks as I pull her knees to the edge of the bed, pushing them apart, my cock groaning as I take her in, the sight of her sweet, wet lips. So creamy, so damn ready for me.
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “I seem to remember you mentioning it.”
"Well, I've never actually gotten myself off before," she says.
I lift at an eyebrow. "What do you mean, darling?”
"I mean, I've tried to touch myself. When I think about you, I move my finger over my clit and it gets nice and hot but I always stop right before—"
“Before you come?" I say.
She nods. “I’ve read about orgasms in books," she says, "that women feel it from their tippy-toes to the crowns of their heads, but I've never felt something like that. I've never gotten myself there."
"Oh, honey,” I say, "you've been missing out on so damn much." I lean up over her and kiss her mouth. "You were waiting for me, weren't you? You were waiting for my hands, my mouth, my cock, to satisfy you the way you deserve?"
She nods. "I was," she tells me. "I was waiting for you."
"You don't have to wait anymore," I tell her. I take her hand and rest it on my cock so she can feel my velvety shaft. "You see how hard I am for you?" I ask her, kissing her again, teasing her bottom lip between my teeth. "I'm so damn hard for you. Horny as fuck and ready to fill you up, baby. But first I need to lick you. I need to make you come. I need that orgasm to rise up inside of you because you're my girl now.”
She shakes her head. "Is this really happening?" she asks.
"The world's falling apart and you're here in my bed and it's like nothing else even matters. So yes, this is happening."
She runs her hand up and down me, fondling my balls as she explores my length.
"If you keep doing that, baby, I'm going to come in your hand and that's not where I want to spill my seed. I want to put it inside of you. I want to breed you like the good girl you are."
She whimpers as I slide my tongue down her body. My tongue dragging as I lick her belly button, lower. I push her knees apart and I draw her ass to the edge of the bed so I can run my tongue up and down her sweet slit. It's nice and juicy, swollen and ready. I tease her, inhaling her. Her back arches as her fingers grip the bedsheets.
I know she likes it, but damn, not as much as I do.
8
Louisa
He's under me, sucking me, tasting me, and for a moment I feel embarrassed, like this is all too much too soon. But then he begins to slow down and really lick me, fingering me with one finger. His beard tickling the inside of my thighs as he breathes hot air against me. I shudder as he fingers me, as he turns me to jelly on this bed, his bed, our bed.
God, it seems like all happened so fast… but did it? It was three years in the making and now here I am, my virginity tossed aside as he devours my pussy. I close my eyes as he enjoys me.
"You really like this?" I ask.
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"I fucking love it," he growls, his mouth moving faster against me, his tongue swirling over my clit.
Then he adds a second finger and I gasp. "Oh God!" I say.
"I have to, Louisa, so you'll be nice and ready for my cock."
His cock. My mouth waters seeing it, the thickness, the girth, touching it, stroking him. I close my eyes, willing myself to get a grip, but it's too late, the thought of his cock inside of me, in my mouth, my pussy, everywhere, has me losing control.
As he begins to finger me harder and harder, I hear my juicy release. His hand fingers me faster and faster until that orgasm I've read about rushes through me. "Oh God," I moan, "oh God, Lochlan! It's so... It's so... Oh yes. Yes." I moan, my body thrusting against his hand as he fingers me.
He kisses me, my legs wrapping around his neck and my breasts bouncing. I'd be insecure about my curves and my plump thighs, but how could I when he touches me so deliciously? There's nothing in his eyes except longing, lust, desire, want.
He likes what he sees when he touches me, when he pulls my nipple to his mouth and sucks my breast. He likes my round curves and the way I spill out of my clothes. I do that for him. I'd do anything for him. I come hard. He knows it.
"Oh fuck, baby. Yes," he growls, kissing me, fingering me as I cry out his name.
"Oh, Loch!” I say, "yes, Loch, yes. Yes." I finish, exhausted with pleasure, satiated by his hand, and I laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asks as he crawls in the bed, straddling me.
"I was just thinking how perfect this is."
He keeps his hand on my cunt, kisses me again. I taste myself on his lips.
"But I was also thinking if that's how good it feels for you to touch me, I can't even imagine how good it's going to feel with you inside of me."
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