Always on My Mind

by Dubois, Artemis

  Eggs, bacon, two types of sausage, cheese grits, scrambled eggs and homemade biscuits topped with sausage gravy covered my place. "Milly, this sure smells good." I couldn't wait to dig in. I reached for a bacon strip and she promptly slapped my hand and gave me that look. I wasn't the religious type, but Milly was all about giving thanks before partaking in deliciousness. She bowed her head and reached for my hand. She didn't utter a word, but I felt the power of her silence as she tightly squeezed my hand. She lifted her head and with a smile I knew it was time to dig in. She sat with me for a few minutes; just sitting, watching and humming. I hadn't had a breakfast like that in years.

  "Careful now. Don't go biting your tongue," she said, rustling my bedhead.

  Milly had a great memory. Anytime I ate Milly's food I always ended up biting my tongue in half.

  "I'll leave you alone to enjoy. Cillian left some clothes for you in his room. He wants you to meet him down at the west stable"

  "Yes ma'am."

  "Sky. Glad to have you home. I've missed you. Cillian sure has missed you too." She smiled and closed the door behind her. Milly had a way of getting her point across without really saying much. After breakfast and a quick shower I headed into Cillian's room to get the change of clothes he'd left out. A pair of worn jeans and a pink top with a note on top, "Hope these fit ya." I eyed Cillian's button down blue shirt hanging on the back on the door. I ran my hands down the fabric, pulled it close to my nose and breathed deeply. It smelled like Cillian. I couldn't help but close my eyes and inhale over and over again.

  "A half-naked woman in my room? Whatever should I do?"

  I turned my head to see Cillian leaning against the door frame with a smirk, arms folded. I tried not to stare for too long. It'd give him the correct impression that I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His blue jeans fit snug with his white v-neck tee showing off his impressive pecs. Not many men could pull that off, but Cillian had the chest for it.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now what should I do to this intruder?" Cillian sauntered over. His boots clunked along the hardwood floor and he wrapped his toned arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

  "You're all sweaty and I kinda like that." I smiled.

  "I know you do. And you're all clean," he said, "and in my favorite robe." He smiled widely as he reached to untie my robe. I playfully pushed him away.

  "Stop being naughty."

  "But it's so fun," he said, picking up the pink shirt he'd purchased for me. A little big, but it'll get you through the day," Cillian said, stroking his hands down my arms.

  His touch was comforting. He pressed his body into mine and my backside arched as he pulled me in. His strong hands inched down hoping to unwrap my goodies.

  "Oops," Cillian said. "Well, look at that. You're robe came undone, darn."

  I turned around and his lips pressed against mine ever so softly. Cillian's hands roamed along my backside as his tongue eased into my warm mouth.

  "Mmm, tasty," he said, locking hips before pulling my bottom lip with his teeth.

  "Sky!" Milly shouted from the hall.

  I quickly tied the robe just before Milly entered the room.

  "There you are! I'm headed into town. You want anything special for lunch?"

  "Ah—no ma'am," I said, "Anything you make is just fine with me."

  "Alright then." She skirted out the door. "Y'all will have enough time for making out later on. There's work to be done outside," she shouted as she stomped down the stairs.

  Cillian laughed and pulled me to the bed.

  "Did you hear what I said?" Milly shouted.

  "Yes'am!" Cillian shouted. Unlike me, Cillian still had his sexy southern accent.

  "We better be getting out to the stable. We're going to put you to work today, girl." Cillian gave me a firm slap to the ass.

  "I'm not afraid of a little hard work. I can take it." I rolled my body on top of Cillian, straddling him.

  "Is that right? Well, if you can take it, I don't mind giving it. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

  I took to my feet and stepped into a pair of fresh undies as he watched.

  "Lord, have mercy." Cillian shouted. "And don't take all darn day either," he said padding out the room.

  Cillian knew how to get me going. He was the only man that could get away with bossing me around. I could hear my phone vibrate across the hall. It was headed for the floor before I swooped in and grabbed it from the night stand. There was a new text from Chris, "Call me back or else."

  -seven-

  The hot summer sun gleamed down upon us as we broke our backs tending to the acre of land for some new center Cillian had offered to house. We cleared the bush and I had the pleasure of working the bulldozer, grading the land to prepare for the building. Cillian was a hands-on type guy, and rather than farm out the project. He injected himself and some on his farm hands to do the pre-work. I found it hard at times to keep my focus as Cillian's body was drenched in sweat. It didn't surprise me that he walked around shirtless. Maybe it was more for my benefit than his.

  "Cut it," Cillian shouted over the bulldozer's roaring engine.

  I cut her off and jumped down to survey my work... not bad for a first timer. My childhood years of watching "Bob the Builder" had finally paid off.

  "That's lunch, boys... and girl!" Cillian shouted as he walked towards me. The sweat had coated the top of his jeans and I could see the top line of his boxer briefs as they hung low enough to show off his abs. "I think we made some progress. Looks damn good."

  "Yep, thanks to you cracking your whip, Mr. Cillian Green."

  "Well, someone has to lead you slackers. At least I allow you to eat," he said, spraying me with water from his jug.

  "Bastard! You got me all wet!"

  "I tend to have that effect." Cillian smirked. "Time to eat. I got something nice planned for us."

  We hopped in his truck and drove up to the house to find Milly waiting outside with two big baskets. She eased down the steps and placed the baskets in the back of the cab. "You all enjoy now!" she said with a smirk.

  Cillian sped down the dirt road and cut to the right down a gravel covered road.

  "Where we headed?" I asked.

  Cillian looked over and flashed a bright smile. "You'll see."

  My phone ringer blared through my jeans. I reached in to silence it.

  Cillian fidgeted with the radio. "Wow, you're still Ms. Popular, aren't you?"

  "It's just work."

  "But you work for yourself?"

  "I mean it's about my work."

  "Ahh—okay," he said, turning his attention back to the road.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  "Just wait... it'll come to you."

  A familiar oak tree appeared and I knew.

  "I haven't been here since—"

  "Yep, I know." Cillian glanced over at me as he placed his hand on my thigh. It sent tingly sensations throughout my body. I placed my hand on top of his as our bodies rocked as we made our way down the dirt road to our old hangout spot. The pond was attached to Cillian's property but situated far enough back that it was in the middle of nowhere. It was a childhood hideout for me and Cillian, our own little escape. It was a place where we would sit for hours and sometimes camp overnight just to get away from olds as we called them. It was the place where Cillian and I first had each other completely. The truck came to a stop and dust filled the cabin. Cillian jumped out and grabbed the baskets. "You coming?" I sat motionless for a moment. Cillian set the baskets on the ground and walked over to the passenger side. He leaned in and moved his fingers down my chin. "What's wrong, girl?"

  "Nothing."

  "No... No. I know you well enough to know that when you say 'nothing'... something is wrong." I gazed out the front window and watched the trees sway side to side as the water rippled.

  "Feels good to be home is all."

  Cillian opened the door. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in to a strong embrace then move
d to my back and squeezed me tightly as he nipped at my neck. He gave the best hugs. I felt completely comforted in his arms. Safe. Loved. Tears formed. Just as he ran his hands through my shaggy brown hair a flood of emotions broke down the damn; the tears flowed like a waterfall.

  "It's okay, whatever it is," Cillian said. "It's gonna be fine."

  "No, it's not. I feel horrible for leaving like I did. I've thought about you every day."

  "Shhh. It's okay, baby girl." Cillian stroked my back. He pulled back lifting my head from his shoulder. Girl, you are something ugly when you cry," he said playfully.

  "Thanks, you ass!"

  "Come on let's eat before it gets cold."

  We devoured the lunch Milly had prepared, leaving little for the ants to feast on. We sat relaxing under the pecan tree. "Tell me about New York," Cillian turned on his side.

  I rolled the toothpick around in my mouth.

  "What's there to tell? It's just like any other place... just bigger."

  Cillian had spent his entire life in Sweet Water. He didn't see much need to go anywhere else. Not when he had his plantation to run. It was a big business and it meant a lot to him, to carry on the family business.

  "Maybe you should plan a visit and come see for yourself?"

  "Naw, I'm fine here. Just was curious what you did up there. You go to the shows and stuff?"

  "Sometimes, but I pretty much just stay home and work."

  Cillian laughed.

  "You and work. Even when we were in high school you were more worried about homework than coming out to play." He inched closer and kicked his boots off. Wind chimes dinged as the wind picked up.

  Cillian's voice lowered. "I missed you, baby girl."

  I reached over and stroked his bearded chin. "But I'm here now, Cillian."

  "Now yes, but tomorrow? Next week?"

  "I'm here now," I replied, running my hands down his side.

  "The last time we were, you remember?

  "Hmm, can't say that I do. Which one were you again?" I smiled.

  "You're the ass!" Cillian said as he rolled me over and pressed his body on top of mine tasting my bottom lip.

  "I was your first. Don't forget that." Cillian hovered above me. "I do know what I want... right now."

  "Dessert?" I teased.

  "A hot serving of sexy Skyller sounds good to me."

  Cillian straddled me as he unbuttoned my shirt. Kissing and licking his tongue in and around my belly button. He made his way slowly up to my neck. I grabbed his head forcing him onto my mouth. "I want you so bad," he said, moving my hands down to my inner thigh. I could feel the heat radiating from his bulge.

  His lips moved to my ear. He knew it was my spot. Anytime he'd kissed me there, it was game over. He nibbled as his hands worked to undo my pants. His tongue made its way into my ear, darting in and out. As the sensation overwhelmed me, my left leg trembled. Cillian's body was the product of hard work and manual labor. Cillian was hard in the right places and soft in others. A real man. Not too muscled, but defined.

  "We're going to have do something about these jeans," I said, unbuckling his belt. I could see the outline of his cock as I unzipped them. I was careful not to damage the merchandise. His cock sprung out as I pulled down his white briefs. He pulled me from the ground and pressed my back to the tree. He paused for a second before licking his tongue along my lips. His hand wrapped around my neck as he continued to taste me.

  I was ready to devour him. It had been far too long. Just thinking about Cillian made me moist. Cillian pressed down on my shoulders, leading me to his hard shaft. I moved my closed lips along his shaft, teasing him before stretching my mouth over his thickness. I eased down, tightening my lips around him as I took his entire dick into my mouth. His playground was trimmed; his pubes tickled my nose as I deep-throated his cock. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed. The look on his face was that ah-yes-this-feels-fucking-awesome...you know, that look.

  I held on to his thighs as I bobbed up and down, grasping his cock with my hand. Each time my mouth moved up my hand followed, always in tandem, applying pressure in the right places caressing his shaft. Cillian's balls dangled between his legs. He had a pair of low hangers that were perfectly shaped. His body trembled as I ran my tongue down the length of his cock to his balls. I gently licked underneath his balls before I took each one into my mouth. Cillian spread his legs further as I moved between them. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

  He leaned forward on the tree and his ass tilted up while his balls swung freely. With my right hand I stroked his cock. I began sucking him from the back, making sure to get in a good lick of his taint. He let out a hard grunt after I shoved both his jewels deep into my mouth.

  "Oh, shit!" he yelled out. Pre-cum leaked from his shaft and he used it as lubrication to stroke his man meat.

  "Now it's my turn."

  Cillian moved to the ground and pulled me down on top of him. I eased down onto his stiffness; my gyrations were slow as I moved up and down on his cock. He matched my speed. Cillian cupped my breasts taking them into his mouth one by one. I moaned loudly as he sucked the tip of each nipple. I placed my hands just below his knees and began throwing my pussy deeper and faster onto his cock.

  Moans escaped my lips as I ground on top of Cillian. He grabbed my hands and held on tight. I could feel him squeeze them as he filled me up with his thickness. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me towards him, kissing me passionately as we made love out in the open. Cillian's chest pressed against mine. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he continued to fill me.

  I thought I heard a truck approach. Cillian heard it too. "Don't worry, it's going down the highway," he said, pressing my back against the tree. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pumped his cock into me. The bark from the tree broke apart and dragged against my back.

  "Cillian—"

  "That's right, say my name."

  "Cillian, the—"

  "Oh shit, your back," he said, pulling me away from the tree. With his back now against the tree, his thrusts quickened as he pulled my body down onto his cock. I could feel his balls slap wildly against my taint. My head flung back as he bit sensually into my flesh.

  "I'm about to cum—" Cillian's warm cum released deep inside me. I clamped down milking every drop from his thickness. Our breaths were matched. I could feel his chest rise and fall as he tried to steady himself from falling. His body trembled as he continued to feed me his cock; I didn't want it to end.

  "I don't want to drop ya," he said, Withdrawing his cock. I felt his cum drip down the side of my leg. He was out of breath with his shaft still rock hard as he collapsed on the ground. I knelt behind him, massaging his back. He reached back and pulled me down to his lips. "I love you, you know that? I've always loved you."

  I moved to his front and wrapped his arms around me. We spooned into the late afternoon and lay naked enjoying the breeze and each other.

  "Sky?"

  "Yes?"

  Cillian kissed the back of my neck.

  "Stay with me. Don't go back to New York."

  "Cillian—"

  "Just think about it, okay?"

  There was no chance. But I didn't want to ruin the moment. "Sure, I'll think about it," I said, resting my head on his chest.

  -eight-

  A week passed and I extended my stay in Sweet Water. Made the rounds to see cousins I hadn't seen in years. Even got hit on by the checkout girl at the Piggly Wiggly. The bag boy was cute, but too short for my liking. I couldn't get over the height difference. Cillian had given Milly the week off. She had plans to head down to his vacation house in Gulf Shores for a much needed vacation. He considered Milly like a second mother. He was such a giving person and would give you the last dollar from his wallet.

  The car zoomed along the dirt road leading to Cillian's house. The dust kicked up and the sound of pebbles knocked against the car as I pulled up to the roundabout. My little rental car was in need of a
good wash, but I didn't care—it was a rental. I loaded my arms with the groceries and juggled my way up the front steps. I heard the screen door open, "Let me give you a hand." I lowered the bags and my heart skipped a beat.

  "Chris?"

  "What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered, putting away the groceries.

  "I could ask you the same thing." I could hear the disappointment in his tone. I avoided eye contact.

  "You got some nerve showing up here."

  Anytime someone tells you you've changed for the worse, that's a big fucking deal. I didn't want to spend precious time with someone who felt the way Chris did towards me. He could be so closed off sometimes. No matter how hard I tried to get him to open up and share his feelings, he'd just close the door and put up steel walls and say 'it's who he was'. Chris was honest; brutally honest at times. And that put me off. He lacked tact. "How did you know I was here?"

  "Well, you didn't answer any of my texts, voicemails, or calls I was worried something had happened to you. I tracked your phone." He crossed his arms and walked over to the kitchen island leaning on the counter. "Look at you, the little homemaker."

  I cut my eyes over. "Where's Cillian?"

  "Upstairs."

  "What did you tell him?"

  "Nothing. He was surprised to see me."

  "You said nothing? Hard to believe."

  Cillian's heavy boots thumped against the hardwood floor. "You're back!" He wrapped his arms around me for a bear hug. "And surprise. Guess who came into town. Wow, it's like old times."

  "Seems that way." I forced a smile.

  "Me and Cillian were catching up while you were out shopping." Chris smirked as he piled a few blueberries into his mouth.

  "Is that right?" I said.

  Cillian and I grew up together. Chris transferred in from New Orleans and instantly became a part of our little crew. It's kind of funny how the three of us all met up and became close friends. Cillian and I included Chris in our little secret although Chris had already figured there was something to our relationship. Like a good friend, he kept it secret. When they found out I had moved to New York, they called and texted, but I never returned their messages. It was the first time I'd heard Cillian cry; it broke my heart. He'd left a tearful voicemail that I still have today. One day while at a popular late night hangout spot, I ran into Chris. The chances of us meeting in big ass New York were slim to none, but it happened. He'd just moved to the city a month before and I offered to be his personal guide. That led to something more. Maybe it was fate—I don't know. But what started as a friendship became more. He moved into my apartment and we became lovers. Our love was like a light switch. Sometimes it was on, but most times it was off. He was great in bed, but there wasn't much else there. With Cillian, there was so much more. I felt a connection, like we were meant to be together. When I moved to New York and left Cillian behind it was one of the hardest things I'd done. My heart wanted him to move to New York with me, but I knew he'd never do that. He was bent on running his family business; something he'd promised them he'd do. So I left.