It was hard as fuck holding himself in check, not rushing her as his grandpa had made him promise. Then she’d come out there to do her staring shit and his already aching dick said fuck it.
He rolled them over on the couch so that her much slighter form was now beneath him, and pressed his cock into her pussy for some much needed relief, while he devoured her lips. He should’ve known his hot little princess wouldn’t react like other women; that she’d ignite; and she did.
It started with those noises he’d come to appreciate, like an engine getting started. Then she spread her legs and wrapped them around his ass, pulling him in harder against her softness. Her nails dug into his scalp as she rode his dick and bit his lip.
“Fuck!” he growled into her mouth and held on for the ride. She ground her hot cunt into his hard cock until he could feel her clit getting bigger beneath her clothes. He should pull back, but instead he moved with her, dry fucking her hard. No longer caring that he was gonna cum in his fucking pants for the first time in his life.
When she ran out of breath he pulled his lips and tongue away from her mouth and looked down at her. Those tits of hers were unleashed again and he dragged her shirt up to beneath her neck. The groan was heartfelt as he lowered his head and took one of her pink morsels onto his tongue. She lifted his body with hers as she screeched hard and long and his heart almost busted out of his chest.
“Fuck me!” What a sight. Her head was thrown back and pressed into the pillow beneath it, mouth wide open, eyes rolled back and he wasn’t even inside her yet. She gritted her teeth and moaned as she came. He actually felt the heat of it through his pants. He had to bring her down with soft words and soothing strokes, and by then he’d forgotten his own predicament. He jackknifed off of her and sat her up on his lap, holding her close as she cried.
Why do I keep acting like a horny slut every time this guy kisses me? She had nothing against which to measure this new experience. Yes she’d always enjoyed her sexuality, but never had she felt this…this inferno that came from her soul. It scared her just a little. What did it all mean? Where had this fire in the belly been hiding all these years? And why was he the one to release it?
She was confused as she sat there quietly on his lap while he whispered words of comfort in her ear. In over ten years Paul had never made her feel like this, never made her feel this wild. Yet here she was with a man she barely knew and already she envisioned herself rolling around on a bed of lust with him inside her.
He was being so careful with her, so sweet. Not like his usual gruff self after one of their kisses and this had all the others that had come before beat by a mile. He’d stopped crooning to her but his hands kept up their soothing pattern along her back and arms, settling her once again.
“Let’s get some coffee.” His voice almost made her jump out of her skin. She jumped up from her place on his lap, keeping her face turned from him and went to grab a robe. It was hot already and there was no AC, but she needed the added protection. She was lost in a fog and her thoughts were scattered, but as much as she wished she could stay hidden away in the room, she knew she had to go back out there and face him.
By the time she came back he had two cups of steaming coffee on the table where he sat waiting. He’d changed into a new tee and jeans, covering up that amazing chest and unknowingly taking it easy on her. “When we’re done what say we head into town for some breakfast?” She nodded yes although she wasn’t really in the mood for a repeat of yesterday.
It had been some time since she’d ventured out in public, and two days, no make that three in a row was a bit daunting. Granted nothing too traumatic had happened, except for their little run-in with Sarah, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for anything more.
She also selfishly didn’t want anything to take the shine off of the morning’s experience. The thought of running into one of her old friends and seeing that look of pity or heaven forbid, condescension, in their eyes, left her cold.
He knew exactly what she was thinking, it was written all over her face like a page in an open book. But that’s the reason he’d suggested it in the first place. He wanted her to face those demons, to see that life goes on and that at the end of the day as far as he was concerned she hadn’t lost anything worth holding onto. He could come right out and tell her, but he wanted her to find her own strength, if with a little prodding from him.
The man he’d seen yesterday was not even close to being her equal. Not only because he was an average looking piece of ass lint, but because with that one look coupled with what he’d learned so far, the guy was weak. The waitress last night had filled in a lot of the blanks that Lucille either didn’t know or didn’t think was worth mentioning.
He’d sat there pretending just a passing interest while all the while he was seething. She’d put her life on hold for that asshole, given up who she could’ve been to make him what he was and his thank you was to fuck her over. Now he really wanted to find a lawyer to stick it to the asshole.
What had stuck in his craw though more than anything else, was the way they’d stripped her of everything. The way they’d made her a laughing stock, someone to be pitied by people she’d once called friends. If he could import his own and give them to her he would.
The waitress didn’t seem none-too-fond of the new ‘it’ couple around town. In fact she had nothing but harsh words and disdain for the other woman who she seemed to see in much the same light as Lucille.
He had yet to lay eyes on the side twat turned wife but from everything he’d learned so far it seems she was like every other average gold digging home wrecker. The fact that the two women had been friends could only have cut deep, and that’s one of the reasons he needed Kerry to get some of her own back.
He waited for her to take a quick shower and change before heading out on his bike. She did that clinging shit again but this time he was ready for it. He’d made peace with the fact that his dick was gonna stay hard around her, nothing he could do about that. But it didn’t freak him out the way it had the day before.
***
There were whispers in town, started by who knows who; but those whispers were heating up fast. It seemed like no sooner had the furor over the divorce died down than there was new news. Of course there had been other entrees on the gossip menu the last few months, but nothing as juicy as this new little tidbit.
“He’s Clancy’s grandson; came up after poor dear Ethel’s funeral rest her soul.”
“I hear he’s loaded.”
“How loaded can he be Theo? The boy rides one of those death traps and got tattoos up one side and down the other. I don’t think they hire that type in any respectable company.”
“Shows what you know Deke. I heard from Ms. Lucille that he’s rolling in it. Got his own company in some big city somewhere, I think Chicago she said.”
“Chicago? He ain’t one of them mob types is he?”
“Don’t be an ass Charlie it ain’t the damn thirties when Capone and them boys ran the streets. No this is respectable business from what I hear.”
“He’s a good looking fella, look strong. And if he’s any kin to Clancy then you know he’s from good stock. That girl deserves some good in her life. I think it’s a shame how this town let her down. Her folks were good people.”
“It’s not like we walked that trollop into the idiot’s bed Charlie. What the hell did you expect us to do lynch them?”
“I always knew that Jenny girl was trouble, my Myrtle always said she was a sly one.”
“Deke your Myrtle would look at St. Peter sideways at the pearly gates, that woman has always had a suspicious nature.”
“That maybe all well and true, but she ain’t hardly ever wrong now is she?”
“You got a point but I still say we shoulda done something. That poor girl was the sorriest thing you ever did see. Then she just up and disappeared from sight.” He shook his head and picked up his coffee cup. It was true. There wasn’t much they could�
�ve done about the divorce, but after, maybe the wives could’ve rallied around her, shown her some support.
“What are you three old women doing over here all huddled up together?”
“Clancy.” The name rang out as the four old friends exchanged hugs and ‘how you dos’. It had been a while since they’d seen their friend out and about, not since his wife fell sick in fact.
Before that they had a standing appointment every morning down at the diner for coffee and pie to shoot the breeze. It’s something they’d been doing since they were young men raising their own families. Kept them out of trouble to be able to get together and swap war stories about what the wives had been getting up to.
“Well what’re you having this morning Clance old buddy? It’s on me.”
“Mighty kind of ya T I think I’ll have my usual. Deke what in the Sam hill is that in your mug?” The old man lifted his mocha cappuccino with extra whip cream.
“Some frou-frou shit they done put on the menu a few weeks ago.”
“Shut your ass Charlie it’s good. If you old fools weren’t so afraid to try something new you might learn to live a little.”
“I’m damn near eighty-four you ass, I done did all the living I’ma do.”
“Speak for yourself. Clance you should try this. It’s like coffee with a kick.” Clancy eyed the mug suspiciously but settled for his regular coffee and blueberry pie.
If the boy knew what he was having for breakfast this morning he’d talk his damn ear off. All he’d heard the last few weeks is health this and health that. Like he hadn’t been eating this way for over seventy years. The busybody doctor had spilled his guts, he still don’t know how Kyle pulled that one off. But seeing as the boy was his carbon copy, he could well imagine.
Whatever happened the doctor had filled the boys ears with cholesterol mumbo jumbo and high blood pressure crap. He figured he had nothing to lose. If he went he’d see his Ethel sooner and if it didn’t kill him, oh well. Now though, he had something to live for. He wanted to see his grandson married and settled down.
That was part of his reason for being here after missing how ever many mornings. Him and Lucille had talked long into the night about what to do next to get the word out. The boy had gone and looked at the house and even made an offer. But these young people nowadays, waffled back and forth on what color shirt they should wear. He wasn’t about to leave something this important up to them.
“So I guess y’all seen my grandson tearing through town on that bike of his.” The other three exchanged looks but Clancy didn’t miss it. He knew damn well that these men and their wives were the local media. He was one of them wasn’t he? They’d solved many a town problem right here at this very table, whether anybody knew it or not.
“Morning Mr. Clancy, it sure is good to see you.” Myra the waitress that had been serving them for well nigh twenty years came over with his coffee and pie without even asking. “Morning Myra how you doing?”
“Well, arthritis is trying to kick my ass but I’m not about to let that old bitch win. Other than that I can’t complain.”
“Glad to hear it. What all been going on around here? What did I miss?”
That was all the opening needed to get the ball rolling. He didn’t want to just come out with it, but he knew if he sat there long enough sure enough they’d get to what it was he was after. He listened as they caught him up on the latest. Who had Alzheimer’s, whose shiftless no good husband was outta work again, who was stealing from the local chamber of commerce and who was catting around.
“Well now Clancy seems to me like you’re the one with the news.”
“How’s that T?” He cut into his pie like he wasn’t too interested in what the other man had to say.
“Hear tell your grandson is sweet on our Kerryanne. He planning to stay around you think?”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Well now, the two of ‘em been seen heading down to the water on that bike a his, and I hear tell he took her to lunch.”
“Yep, I heard tell he put that Sarah what’s her face in her place good and proper.” Deke leaned in like the old gossip he is.
“About time somebody cut into that hag, always putting on airs.”
“You never did like her Charlie.”
“What’s to like? Just because her husband hung a shingle out and calls himself a lawyer she thinks she’s the almighty’s gift.”
“I heard tell he ain’t won a case in damn near two years.” Myra refilled their cups and had her sour face on. You can always tell when Myra didn’t like something. That face of hers would pucker up like a petrified ass crack.
“Well is it true or not?”
“Is what true T?”
“Is your boy making time with little Kerry or not?” Clancy looked around as if searching for wandering ears.
“Well, don’t say I told you, but he went yesterday and made an offer on that big ole place on Bakersridge.”
Their mouths fell open and the questions started. Clancy held up his hands. “That’s all I’m telling cause that’s all I know. What I can tell you is that he was all fired up to get back to the city until he met her.”
That ought to do it. If he knew anything he knew that five minutes after he left that table the news would be halfway across town, and that’s just what he wanted. Lucille was right; men are terrible gossips. He hadn’t ever noticed that about himself and his friends before. But as long as they weren’t hurting anyone he didn’t see the harm in it.
The bell over the door jingled, announcing new customers and he was proud as punch to see who walked in. He hailed his grandson and beckoned him over to the table, his eyes zeroing in on the handholding. He smirked and winked at his friends as the youngsters made their way over.
“Gramps what’s that on your plate?” Kyle pointed at the offensive leftover pie. Clancy rolled his eyes and held his hand out towards the other occupants at the table. “Never mind that come on and meet my friends. You already met Gus and Arty, but this here is Theo, Deke and Charlie. Boys this is my grandson Kyle and you all know Kerryanne.”
“Nice to meet you son. How you doing Kerryanne? You’re looking pretty as a picture.” She blushed and exchanged pleasantries, her shoulders relaxing just a little when a glance around the room didn’t turn up any undesirables. She was also feeling pretty good since Kyle was still being extra sweet to her this morning.
After they’d left the house he’d strapped on her helmet before helping her on the bike behind him. Then as soon as they’d parked he’d helped her off and had taken hold of her hand. He’d even kissed her nose after removing the helmet. The action was so innocently sweet it had affected her almost as much as one of his devastating kisses.
The only hiccup was that she knew the men at the table, knew their reputations. Chances are this little breakfast outing would be on the community grapevine before the day was out.
She knew it was silly, but she was still a bit nervous about Paul finding out about her new friendship. Not that he could possibly have anything to say, but she was still a bit apprehensive. She hadn’t seen him or Jen since the whole restraining order thing, but knew it wasn’t possible to never run into them at some point. She’d been lucky so far, but how long would that luck hold?
If Kyle knew what she was thinking he’d have another one of his fits so she thought it better to bench that for now and tuned back into the conversation going on at the table. “Why don’t you two pull up some chairs and join us?”
“They don’t want to spend their morning with a bunch of old folks Theo. You two go on and have your breakfast, I’ll see you later at home.” Clancy didn’t mention the fact that his grandson had spent the night because he didn’t want his future granddaughter in law getting a soiled reputation. And he knew no one in this town would believe the two young people had spent an innocent night together. Too much damn TV was to blame for that. Nobody believed in old-fashioned values anymore.
“Don’t
stare at them Deke for crap sake.” Clancy kicked his friend under the table.
“I’m not staring, I’m trying to figure out what the hell that boy got painted all over himself.”
“It’s the Chicago skyline with some other stuff. I can’t remember all what he said it was again.”
“If the boy’s painting the place on himself you sure he’s gonna want to stay around here?”
“You leave him to me. Look at the two of them, don’t they make a pretty picture?”
“She looks better with him than that ass-wipe that’s for sure. Boy always was a soft fool. I’d like to kick his ass from here to eternity.”
“Tell us how you really feel Deke.”
Chapter 9
***
While the old men were busy gossiping, Kyle was studying the menu. He wasn’t looking forward to a repeat of yesterday so he took the bull by the horn and ordered for both of them. She seemed a lot more relaxed too as she looked around, though he still sensed an edge. In time she’d get over that, he hoped.
When the waitress came over, he got his back up waiting for the cattiness to start. “Morning Kerry, you’re a sight for sore eyes. I was just telling Jim the other day, Jim is my husband.” This last was for Kyle. “I was just telling him that if we didn’t see you around here soon I was gonna have to come look for you, how you doing?” The older woman rubbed her shoulder affectionately and smiled.
“I’m doing okay Myra how’re you? Did Dana have the baby yet?” The two of them talked about babies and family while he watched her like a hawk. He’d come to know her well, and he knew that she was genuinely glad to be talking to the other woman. There was very little angst in her and her smile was true, so he relaxed, but not much.
People were coming and going and most of them seemed to have a bead on their table but no one approached, though he intercepted a few looks.
He let in the din of voices around him but nothing came back to him that he needed to take care of. He was on full alert, almost ready to spring into action if need be. But there was no table of bitches talking shit and staring holes in the back of her head, so he too was able to let his guard down after a while.
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