by Shyla Colt
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Pulling out he went to the bathroom to discard the condom, and begin a bath. He might be rusty, but he still had a few things up his sleeve. Tonight he’d seen up close and personal why she shied away from connections. Who knew how long she’d been playing the role of parent. Adding shower gel, he watched the water bubble up and grinned. He’d show her the way she deserved to be treated. He returned to the bed and lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you off, so I can dirty you up.”
She giggled. “What?”
They stepped through the door way, and she blinked rapidly. “Y-you didn’t have to do this.”
“What’s a bath between friends?”
“I told you—”
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, smothering her protest as he plied her lips apart with his tongue. She purred, burying her fingers into his hair, and he pulled away, lowering her into the tub. He turned off the faucet and ran the tips of his fingers over her collar bone, mesmerized by the droplets of water running down her milk chocolate skin. Unable to resist he moved in to lick the beads from between her cleavage.
Looking up he watched her eyes darken. “You taste good, Maci.” Her bottom lip poked out.
“I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”
“Later.”
“Now.” Her stare focused on his hardening dick. Rolling in the water she sat back onto her heels. Standing, he brought his tip to her lips, painting her lips with his unique blend of lipstick. Her tongue shot out, circled his head, and dipped into his slit. The heat of her mouth and the erotic sight of her kneeling before him made him groan. She sucked him into her mouth.
His eyelids lowered, and he went from half mast to full. She pushed his hand away replacing it with her own. Twisting her wrist she brought his dick toward her, swallowing him down her throat. Her throat held him, and her hollowed cheeks made his balls draw up tight. Their gazes remained locked as she took him higher and higher. Wild with lust, he surged forward, and she took every inch. Her other hand came up to massage his balls. His spine tingled.
“I’m going to come.”
“Mmmhmm.” The pleased purr and vibration pushed him over the edge, and he spilled down her throat. She took all he offered up with greedy gulps that sent tingles down his body.
“I think you should get in before you fall over.”
He nodded, stepping inside the tub on shaky legs. A satisfied smirk lined her lips.
“Enjoy yourself?” She leaned back against him.
“You know I did.” He whispered into her ear, smoothing her hair behind her it so he could nibble at her neck.
“Good.”
“I think I owe you a cleansing though.” Pushing back he reached over to grab the body soap in the corner. Popping the cap he squeezed some into his hands. Bringing his hands up to her breast he rubbed the liquid in. Tiny, white, bubbles, clung to her Hershey kiss nipples. “I have to be very thorough.” Widening his caress he massaged her heavy breasts before he moved down her slender waist. Kneading the slight swell of her belly he sucked the salty skin of her neck into her lips. Her breath came in tiny puffs.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He returned her words from earlier, and she chuckled. The laughter broke off when he slipped his hand below the surface of the water and caressed her center.
“Again?” She whispered.
“I only have two weeks.” Manipulating the slick flesh between her legs he bent down and captured her lips. Pouring every ounce of interest in her he willed her to understand this was more than a physical thing. She tightened around his fingers, and he took her cries inside, kissing her through the wave. Limp and satiated she allowed him to hold her as the water grew tepid.
“I owe you a wash,” she whispered, peering up.
“I’m all yours, darling.”
A wicked grin lined her lips, and she spun to face him. His heart turned over.
Her face had an openness he’d never seen in the diner. He liked the look of it.
“I bet you tell all the girls that.” She winked.
“Actually they’d be gone by now. You’re not the only one who dodges commitment.”
“So why—” Trailing off she shook her head. A wall came down behind her eyes.
“You aren’t the type of woman I could get out of my system in one night. The conversations we’ve held over the past six months have been more words than I’ve spoken to any other woman in years.”
Pouring soap into her hands she lathered his chest. “It’s just polite conversation, Ty.”
“Really? Do I have siblings?”
“A younger brother.”
“And what’s my favorite color?”
“Navy blue.”
“What am I allergic to?”
“Bees. You always have an Epi pen in your vehicle … wow.” She paused mid circle on his stomach. Her eyes were large amber marbles as she leaned back, perching on his lap. “I guess I know more about you than I thought.” Her lips pursed, and he could feel her retreat.
Oh no, you don’t.
“Funny, I can’t say the same thing about you?”
She snickered. “What? You want to know my favorite color?”
“I want to know anything you’re willing to tell me.”
“Don’t do this.” She shook her head.
“What? Get to know you better?” He tucked a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his stare. “You must like me somewhat. You agreed to two weeks with me.”
“Yes, having sex, not being intimate.”
“I’m going to be inside you every second I get. That’s as close as two people can get.”
“I didn’t agree to this.” Her body stiffened like concrete hardening under the sun.
“I told you about my wife.”
Sucking in a deep breath she glanced up at the ceiling and released it slowly. “Low blow.”
“Truth.” He squeezed her hips. “Just tell me why.”
“Why what?”
“You don’t want to be friends.”
“That’s not all you want.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“Yes. You saw my mess. The whole bar did. For them, it’s just the town drunk having too much again with her asshole boyfriend.”
“That’s them, not you.”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand. She’s all I have. I can’t bow out on her because then no one would give a shit, and people like that, the ones who don’t have anyone to care for them, they slip away in the dark of the night and disappear into nothingness. I’ve seen it happen one too many times. This town can eat people whole if they don’t have a strong enough constitution.”
“Why do you stay? Just for her?”
“Partly. And it’s the only place I know. I don’t have any other family or friends outside of this town. College costs an arm and a leg, and I have no clue what I’d want to do anyways. I’m okay working at Dolly’s and paying my own way.” She shrugged.
“Yet, you’re not happy.”
“Is any one?” The desolate look that flashed in her eyes chilled him. “It’s cold. We should finish and get out.”
Always one to know when to back off, he nodded his head. If he pushed her too far, he’d never get what he wanted, her in his life on a permanent basis.
Chapter Four
One week later
“All right, Lisa I’m out of here!” Maci waved at the dark haired girl behind the counter, slung her purse over her shoulder, and headed for the door. Tonight she and Ty were going to leave the bedroom for once, and head out dancing at The Horseshoe. The lines between them were blurring. What started off being solely about sex had morphed when she wasn’t paying attention. It felt too good to back off now. At the very least, she deserved two weeks of happiness. Almost as if her mom sensed it there had been no outbursts. No calls about her drunken behavior, or reques
ts for money. This must be what it felt like to be a normal twenty-one year old. The tongues had started wagging around town, but she couldn’t care less. In a place this boring anything new turned to gossip.
Slipping behind the wheel of her car, she cranked the country station and sang along. Tonight she had a brand new skirt to go with her lace tank-top, a new pair of brown boots, and the sexiest roughneck in town at her beck and call. She hadn’t been this happy since, at seventeen, she’d made the move out of the ranch house Craig had infested. Pulling up into her driveway she smiled at the sight of Ty’s car. He’d beat her here. They’d been playing house for the past few days. She saw the appeal. Her stomach churned. Ty was a good man. Maybe if she didn’t have such a scrambled brain they could have a go at it.
Don’t get any deeper, Maci. It’ll only hurt more in a week.
Turning into her drive she parked and exited. She opened the door and inhaled. Rich spices teased her nostrils.
“Something smells delicious.”
Ty turned to peer at her from the stove, and her heart skipped a beat. Fucking adorable. His ass looked edible in the tight, worn Wranglers, and the Kiss the Cook apron he’d borrowed softened his rough edges.
“Garlic bread will be done in a few more minutes, and the spaghetti and sauce are waiting for you.”
Sashaying over, she tilted her head back to accept his kiss. The soft press wasn’t enough. Opening her mouth she sucked his tongue inside and mimicked the act of sex. A low rumbled lingered in his chest. He lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, slating her head to deepen their lip lock as he ground into her panty clad pussy. The diner dress hovered around her waist.
“Dinner will hold.”
Stalking to her bedroom he tossed her onto the bed and shoved the pink dress up to her waist, ripping away the panties. The elastic popped, and she pouted.
“I’m running low on those.”
“I’ll buy you more.” His whisky over ice voice made her whimper. They were exclusive, clean, and she’d been on birth control, so they were foregoing condoms. There was nothing quite like the feel of skin on skin, and she wanted to be as close to Ty as she could get. Spreading her legs wide she watched him from beneath lowered lids as he unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants down, and kicked them away.
“Are you ready for me, Maci?”
“I’ve been wet since you rolled into town.”
He tested her with two thick fingers, and she rolled her hips.
“Are you ready for me?”
“What do you think?” He presented his monstrous cock and she gripped him tight, pumping him to his full length. Her mouth watered, and she moved forward to take him deep. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook his head.
“I want to be inside your pussy right now. I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”
“Far be it from me to deny you … but you might want to lose the apron?” She giggled, and he smiled.
“I thought it brought out my feminine side.”
“Honey, I hate to tell you this, but you are one hundred percent masculine.”
Tearing off the apron he tossed it aside and knelt on the bed, teasing her entrance with his cock. Her body protested slightly before it yielded to his girth. He slid home, and they both moaned.
“See how well you fit me, Maci. We were made for this.” Her toes curled in her flats as they moved together in a well-rehearsed choreographed dance.
“Yes. Good, you feel so good.”
“That’s my pussy, isn’t it, Maci? I want to hear you say it.” Something in his tone drew her stare to his. The intensity in his eyes told her they’d passed the casual stage long ago. She knew it. But the time for ignoring it was over. Biting her lip she held her tongue, fighting against the urge to tell him what he wanted to hear. His eyes blazed, and his nostrils flared. He tilted her hips and pistoned into her like the oil drills he oversaw.
“Say it, Maci. Admit what we both know.”
“N-no.” Shaking her head from side to side she gripped the cotton sheets beneath her.
“Yes—you—can.” He accompanied every word with a hard thrust, slowing his pace to a crawl. His shallow surges forward increased her ache. Frustrated she moved upward only to be pinned by his calloused hands on her hips.
“Not until you tell me what I want to hear.” He growled. His eyes narrowed, and he continued his torture.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Giving us both what we need.”
He pushed deep. “God, Ty!”
“Say it, Maci. Look me in the eyes and admit this pussy is now mine." Bottoming out in careful, languid, movements his eyes made demands his mouth knew better than to put voice to. “Do you want me to take the first step? I’ll wave the white flag, darling. My dick is yours.”
“Damn you, Ty! Yes! Yes, this pussy is yours! Now fuck me!”
A beautiful smile broke across his face, and he pulled out, flipping her onto her belly. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, and he pierced her deeper than he’d ever gone before. His hands reached around to caress her clit. Closing her eyes she gave herself over, letting the chips fall where they may. Ty attracted her like a magnet. No amount of determination or stubbornness could keep them from coming together. He moved inside her body and her heart. Thawing the ice, gaining her trust and giving her himself freely. The good, the bad, the pain and the happiness. He was an open book she wanted to read for as long as she could. With her heart pounding in her chest and her head reeling she plummeted down the embankment of bliss. Shortly after he followed, filling her with his hot seed as he buried his face into her neck, muffling the whispered words he spoke against her skin.
“I should go check on the bread before it burns.” Pushing her hair off her face he kissed her sweetly. “Take your time. I know you worked a double today.”
“Why are you so sweet to me?”
A funny look skittered across his face before he smoothed it over.
“Because.” He traced the length of her nose with his finger and moved off the bed.
Her chest twinged as she watched him walk into the bathroom. The sound of running water reached her ears.
Jesus, I’m falling in love with him. Panic hit. Her stomach sank. They’d agreed to two weeks. How could she spring this on him? Would it be worth the risk? Questions swirled around in her mind like a tornado. She’d never wanted this, but now that it’d arrived in sexy, intelligent, packaging she wasn’t so keen to throw it out. Worrying her lower lip she moved from the bed. Clamping her thighs together she shuffled along, to keep the cum from rolling down. The thought of a piece of him remaining inside her filled her with happiness.
This well traveled man had chosen her for God knew what reason. Sure they had a lot in common, sci-fi movies, laid-back personalities, and a love for the outdoors, but she had nothing to offer him other than herself. Turning on the shower she stripped down wondering if it’d be selfish to ask for more.
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Relief flooded Ty as they left for the club. For the first time tonight he’d seen something more than lust or liking in her eyes. He’d broken through her barrier, and begun to worm his way into more than her bed. She cast him sideways glances, and his chest swelled. All the work he’d put in had begun to pay off. He might be rugged, but he knew how to treat women, enjoyed it even. His father always told him the man’s job was to make sure his wife was happy to see him come home, and her job was to keep him wanting to. Life was just too damn short for anything else. He knew that firsthand. Holding his breath he reached out to take her hand in his. Her slender fingers fit as if tailor made, and for once she left them laced.
With his crew on down-time, The Horseshoe was packed. Cars filled the tiny parking lot, but he managed to snag a space in the back row. Parking, he untangled their fingers, and stepped down from the cab to job around and help Maci down. The surprise that flittered across her face every time made him want to punch in the face the sorry sacks who�
��d come before him. There were times like this when being older and wiser counted a hell of a lot more than youthful and cocky.
“Thank you.” She looked down. He got the distinct feeling she was blushing.
“You’re welcome, darling.” There was a newness to tonight that he hoped signaled a start under new terms. Walking inside they were greeted by his crew and their dates. They’d meet up a few times over the past week, and they all got along fairly well.
“We got a pool table in back. You game to play?” Brandon asked. He glanced down at Maci, who smiled.
“Go ahead, I’ll get us some drinks.”
“I’ll go with her,” Trish said, flashing him a bright smile. The petite blonde with blue eyes had a friendly disposition. Maci would be in good company.
“All right, Brandon, let’s head back there, so I can kick your ass.” The younger man laughed, and they moved to the back.
“So things seem pretty serious between you and Maci,” Brandon said as he handed him a pool stick.
“I’m trying to make it that way.”
“Wow…”
“I’m not getting any younger, and we click.”
“Good for you, man. She seems like a good girl.”
He nodded. “Yeah, she is.” Propping his stick against the table he racked the balls. “Now are we going to continue with the Dr. Phil moment, or play?”
“All right, smart-ass, you break.”
Chuckling, he lined up the cue ball and broke, knocking two stripes into the corner pocket and scattering the rest.
“Stripes.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Brandon said dryly.
After a few minutes, the girls returned with a bucket of beers.
“Thanks.” He bent down and pecked her lips.
“You’re welcome.” He noticed some of her sparkle had faded.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, and he left it alone, unconvinced.
Returning his attention to the game he won the first round, and they re-racked.
“Maci!”