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“And what did you say?” her mom asked.
“Kerry…” Scarlett’s father raised his voice just a hint. “He cheated on her. Of course she told him to drop dead.”
“Did you?” Mom asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning in as if she was going to have to catch Scarlett’s answer and hold it in her hands. Someone was chomping at the bit!
“Pretty much,” Scarlett answered, sopping up some sauce with her bread.
“If he wants you back, he must be sorry. I know Robert loves you, and you are twenty-seven now.”
The thoughtless words stabbed at Scarlett. Her mom might as well have stuck her spaghetti sauce-tinged fork into Scarlett’s heart.
Her dad dropped his fork. “Kerry! I’m surprised at you.”
“I’m sorry but I want grandchildren before it’s too late,” Mom replied, not looking up from her plate.
“She’s moved on! Right, Scarlett?” Her father was looking at her expectantly.
Scarlett nodded, slowly swallowing her food. She didn’t want to be having this conversation but there was no getting around her parents’ need to chew the fat off every detail of her life.
Her mom huffed. “You just met this new man. Once the newness wears off, there might not be any future with him.”
“Davis, his name is Davis, Mom.”
“Fine, there might not be any future with this Davis.”
With a heavy heart, Scarlett took a sip of her drink and cleared her throat. “Look, Mom, I understand where you’re coming from. Believe me, it was really hard for me to admit I’d wasted three years of my life, but I won’t be taking Robert back…ever. As for Davis, I’m going to see how things go, but even if we hit a dead end, no Robert.”
Mom lifted her hands in front of her and nodded. “Okay, baby, your dad and I are behind whatever decision you make.”
“Thanks,” Scarlett replied, not believing her mom a hundred percent.
* * * * *
Scarlett had just gotten out of the shower and dried off with a large, fluffy beach towel before wrapping it around her generously proportioned figure. She was busy brushing and flossing when her phone started ringing. She left her bathroom, stepping into her bedroom and making her way to the phone on the bedside table.
“Mom?” she asked, assuming she hadn’t heard the last on the subject of Robert. The voice on the other end informed her she was half right. She definitely had not heard the last but her mom wasn’t the one calling.
“So you already hooked up with someone else behind my back? You have a lot of nerve being angry at me when you turn around and do the exact same thing!” Robert’s voice was somewhere between anger and tears.
Mama! She called my ex? How could she! Scarlett’s blood boiled. She was going to have to have a word with that woman but first, she had to get Robert off her case. As he continued his rage-filled whining, she rolled her eyes, not feeling the least bit sorry for him and his pitiful, cracking voice. “You and I broke up the day I caught you screwing around. What I do and who I do it with is none of your concern. Don’t call me anymore.”
Robert managed to yell some obscenities before she could cradle the receiver but Scarlett hung up on him before he could say much. When the phone rang again a few seconds later, she picked it up and slammed it back down without seeing who was calling and then she unplugged the cord from the wall. A few minutes later, her cellphone started up. Scarlett dug the phone out of her purse. Sure enough, Robert’s number lit up the display. After hitting ignore, she blocked his number and put the phone on vibrate.
Returning to the bathroom, she hung up her towel before heading to her dresser and retrieving a pair of snuggly pajama pants and a t-shirt. After dressing for bed, she checked the locks and turned off all the lights with the exception of the lamp on her bedside table, before she slid between the sheets. She reached over to pick up a romance novel she was about halfway through but thought better of it, picking up her cellphone again and taking a look at the picture of her and Davis, instead. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at his handsome face and remembered his breath at her neck and his hands gripping her considerable ass. Her gaze slipped over to the nightstand drawer, where she kept a small, bullet-shaped vibrator. Mmmmm, let me stop before I get too worked up. After having Davis’s huge cock inside me, buzzing the tower might not do it for me anymore.
As she turned the lamp’s switch, the room went dark. She snuggled into her covers and turned over on her side. Closing her eyes, she said her prayers and hoped her dreams would be filled with Davis.
Chapter Three
“What are you going to wear?” Marcie asked as she smoothed her sleek, gray bob back behind her ears with a gloved hand. She sat on a barrel next to one of the horse stalls at the Banks’ Horse Ranch and Training Center.
Pausing his brushing of a good-natured quarter horse named Sally, Davis sighed. “I don’t know, Gram. I haven’t really thought about it.”
The old lady frowned, her thin lips drawn tight as she shook her head. “How can you not have thought about it? You have to look nice when you meet Scarlett’s coworkers, not like some broken-down, dime-store cowboy!”
Turning back to Sally so Gram couldn’t see his face, Davis rolled his eyes. Dime-store cowboy…who talks like that? She won’t be satisfied until she’s digging around in my closet and laying out my clothes like I’m a damn kid being dressed for church. Davis petted Sally and patted her side as he asked, “What do you think I should wear, Gram?”
“Well, I don’t like to pry but since you asked, I think you should dress up. Don’t just wear some flannel shirt and cowboy boots.”
“I think I can pull off a nice sweater,” Davis replied, offering Sally a small treat. “Can I at least wear jeans?”
“Jeans?”
Gram’s tone of voice made Davis’s shoulders stiffen. He could practically hear her eyebrows arching as her gaze bored holes into his back.
“I guess not…”
“Don’t you want to look nice for Scarlett?”
Letting out a long breath of exasperation, Davis set down the grooming brush and turned to face his grandmother. “You want me to cut my hair too?”
She shrugged as she answered, “Couldn’t hurt.”
Wounded, Davis automatically reached up, pushed back his mane and gave a low grunt. “Gram, I know you like Scarlett and I’m really thankful that your sneaky nature and undercover matchmaking didn’t blow up in both of our faces, but I think she likes me just the way I am. If that weren’t the case, I don’t think I would—”
The smile turning up the corners of Marcie’s mouth into a near smirk stopped Davis in his tracks. How stupid could he be—nearly spilling his personal feelings to his well-meaning but meddlesome grandmother?
He was already embarrassed at having made a lovesick fool out of himself on Christmas Eve. His twenty-year-old sister, Melly, and his younger cousins had already given him hell for revealing the family secret to a woman he had only met a few days beforehand. They’d come as close to calling him pussy whipped as they possibly could without actually saying it. He’d had to threaten them with a switching to finally shut them up.
He couldn’t use strong-arm tactics with Gram but Davis needed to steer this conversation in a different direction. He couldn’t have the old lady more involved than she already was and if she started talking about him taking Scarlett to bed again like she had on Christmas Eve, he would die of embarrassment. “What I mean to say, Gram—and I mean this in as nice and as respectful a way as I can—just please butt out…please.”
Huffing, the elderly lady folded her arms across her chest. “Fine, like I said, I’m not one to pry.”
Turning his back again to keep her from noticing his look of disbelief, Davis tried not to sound sarcastic as he replied, “Of course not, Gram. Prying isn’t in your nature.”
Chapter Four
With all things being relative, the time between Scarlett’s last moments with Davis and the day she was
supposed to see him again felt like twenty years in prison rather than a four-day work week. Somehow, she had managed to pull it off, make all her contact appointments, sell her pharmaceutical wares to doctors’ offices and medical centers alike, and even get in a little shopping for something new to wear to the office’s New Year’s bash. This would be her first time attending without Robert and also her first real date with Davis, so her nerves were understandably frazzled but her tummy was simmering with excitement.
She had rushed home after her last appointment and jumped straight into the shower to carefully cleanse and groom every inch of her body until everywhere was perfectly kissable. Scarlett had purchased the perfect dress for the evening. The cut would look great on her but if she played her cards right, she would end up leaving it on the floor while she and Davis rolled around in the sheets of her double bed.
After towel-drying her body and hair, Scarlett stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She certainly hadn’t lost any weight over Christmas. If anything, she’d put on a couple pounds but she was happy with her body—and not because she had gone down from a size sixteen to a fourteen to please Robert in preparation for the engagement ring he’d dangled in front of her nose like a carrot for a rabbit. Davis had brought Scarlett back to her senses. At a time when she’d felt thrown away, he had not only been attracted to her, he had gone out of his way to pursue her. He’d brought her cookies, taken her for a romantic sleigh ride in the mountains and made love to her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Squirting some of her best department store body lotion into her palm, Scarlett began the careful process of ensuring her skin was soft and smooth. She started with her neck, shoulders, arms and elbows, rubbing in the emollient substance and its light, cherry-blossom scent over her flesh. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Davis’s hands as they slid over her size forty, double-D breasts. Her fingers molded the ample globes while the tips of her middle fingers rubbed lotion into her hardening pink peaks. A jolt of excitement resonated in her freshly groomed pussy, making her eyelids pop open as a moan slipped from her lips.
The view of her own erotic expression knocked her for a loop and she laughed at herself. Girl, you got to stop this fantasy shit and get ready for the real thing! Grabbing the lotion, she squirted another dollop into her palm, plopped down on the side of the tub and bent over to lotion her feet and work her way up her legs. Standing, she got more lotion from the bottle and smoothed it over her tummy and finished the process by rubbing down her ass, lifting her cheeks to pay attention to the area where her large globes covered her thighs.
“There,” she mumbled to herself while nervously trying to decide on her next step. “Ah… Lingerie!” When she’d run off to the mountains, she hadn’t expected to get laid and hadn’t packed any special underwear, just the everyday stuff. Now she’d pull out the big guns. Shortly before she’d caught Robert cheating, Scarlett had purchased a gorgeous, blush-colored satin corset. Stepping out of the bathroom, she strolled across her bedroom’s light-gray carpet and opened her dresser. She retrieved the long-length, steel-boned garment, holding it up to get a lock on how to get it around her assets. The lace-up back was mostly for show but would allow her to adjust the size a little if needed. Wrapping the corset around her fleshy midsection, Scarlett fussed with the hook-and-eye closures that fastened along the side until her breasts were boosted to perfection and her waist was perfectly cinched. Surprisingly, the getup wasn’t too uncomfortable so perhaps the sticker shock she’d experienced when purchasing from a retailer specializing in fashions for big girls was well worth it.
She stepped back, taking a look at her reflection in the dresser’s mirror. Damn! I should wear this thing every day! Scarlett ran her hands down over the stretch-lace overlay trimming around the breasts and cupped the sides, giving them a gentle push together as she vamped it up, blowing a kiss at the mirror before rolling her eyes at her own idiotic behavior. She slid her hands down the sides of her waist until they rested on her hips. Staring at her reflection, she pondered if she should put on some panties or just slip on some nude-colored, thigh-high stockings and attach them to the corset’s garters, leaving her bottom and pussy free.
Grinning mischievously, she removed the stockings from the drawer and sat down on the edge of her bed. The extra time she took to slather her body with lotion was already paying off, allowing her to get into the hosiery with ease. Once she snapped the garters in place, Scarlett stood and moved back over to the mirror, backing up until she could see the tiny tuft of sandy-blonde pubic hair underneath the corset’s generous lower-abdomen support. Turning so her back faced the mirror, she gazed over her shoulder to get a good look at her rear end. She scrunched up her nose. That is one great big bubble butt! Not that it would look much different if I wore a thong.
Something about the idea of the cool air hitting her ass and pussy made Scarlett quiver. Did she dare? What would Davis think? Oh hell, she’d fucked him the first day they met so if he was hung up on double standards, she wouldn’t be getting ready for this New Year’s date. Fuck it…what am I worried about? Giving Davis the “right” idea? Scarlett laughed and covered her face as she noted the warm blush covering her cheeks in her reflection. Shit! I’ve got it soooo bad!
She walked over to her closet and opened the door, rummaging around until she found her dress. Scarlett unzipped the teal-green, Hepburn-inspired dress and removed it from the hanger before stepping into it. Pulling it up, she slipped her arms through the sleeveless armholes and reached around for the zipper. It took some maneuvering but eventually, she managed to get it all zipped up. The purple butterfly pattern, high neckline and over-the-knee, flared skirt gave her an air of sophistication while still being fun and girly, and best of all, the hint of sweetness gave no hint of the sexy packaging she had on underneath. The satin and lace was just for Davis! A thin black belt and purple pumps pulled the whole outfit together. Before heading out the door, she would throw on a short, black cardigan to cover her bare arms until she was inside the well-heated office, but first, she needed to do her makeup, blow-dry her hair and put some spiral curls in her long locks. She turned to get a look at her alarm clock and her heart jumped—Davis would be there in less than an hour!
* * * * *
Davis felt like a complete dumbass. He was a jeans-and-flannel shirt kind of guy, and though everyone said dressing up suited him, he wasn’t comfortable in the white dress shirt, charcoal dress pants and gray sports coat he had finally settled on after Gram got him all worried about how to dress for Scarlett’s office party. He’d never get back the hours he had spent surfing the ‘net for men’s New Year’s fashions. Thank God, Melly didn’t catch me! She would have had a field day ripping on me about it. He shuddered but kept his eyes on the road.
The online preparation had done nothing to ease his anxiety during his horrible trip to the men’s section of the department store, where his Gram insisted he shop. The term “jackass” came to mind when he remembered the tongue-tied and clueless conversation he’d had with the sales associate. That poor man had the patience of a saint to put up with me.
None of that mattered now that he was on the tail end of his drive to Scarlett’s place. He was so excited he had to be careful not to speed. He didn’t need a ticket on what he hoped was the first of many visits to see his girl. When she’d shown up in the mountains, right next door to his place just before Christmas, it was like a dream come true. Scarlett was his perfect type, soft and curvy with a sweetheart face, big, blue eyes and a head full of long, blonde locks, but she was much more than just a pretty girl with a hot body and rocking, great big ass. She was adventurous, fun, straightforward and very easy to talk to, and that last thing was a biggie for Davis. Conversation skills were not his thing, but no matter how economical he was with words, she always managed to ask the right questions and pick up on his meaning. Damn, I can’t wait to see her!
He’d had his truck washed and detailed and the tires
rotated before starting the trip. Three hours hadn’t seemed like so far away but the physical space between him and Scarlett weighed heavily on him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, and knowing he couldn’t hold her and touch her every day gave him a crippling sense of loneliness he had never experienced in his whole life. Good Lord, it’s only been a few days…is this what it’s like to be in love?
One hand on the steering wheel, Davis ran the other hand through his shoulder-length brown hair before putting on his right turn signal, slowing down and making his turn. An odd vibration put him ill at ease but he continued to drive at a low speed. What was that? Something definitely wasn’t right. Pulling over onto the shoulder of the dark road, Davis came to a stop and put the truck into park. He opened the door and got out, using his cellphone as a flashlight until he could find his emergency road kit in the back cargo toolbox. After retrieving a better flashlight, he took a look at where the vibration was coming from on the back left side. Lightly, he tapped his new dress shoe against the tire. The pressure seemed fine. Bending his knees, he balanced in a squat. Son of a bitch! Those two morons who’d rotated his tires hadn’t put the lug nuts back on correctly.
Frowning, his jaw tight with tension, Davis stood upright and shined the light on his watch. Damn it! He could call Scarlett and let her know he was running late, but those lug nuts were a bitch to tighten and he couldn’t show up all dirty. If he called for a tow, it would take at least an hour. He wanted to see Scarlett now. Opening the door to his truck, Davis grabbed the directions he had printed out from the internet, reading them over and taking a good look at the map. He was a little over a mile away. He could cover that much ground in no time.
He turned his head, spying his cousin’s messenger bag in the back seat of the king cab. Without the truck’s headlights or the light from the flashlight or his cell, it was pitch dark out there. He could pull off a shift without being seen. This wasn’t ideal but he’d come too far to mess up his date now. Davis got back behind the wheel, turned off his lights and the engine. He took off his jacket and laid it on the seat, before stripping off his shirt, unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He took off his shoes and socks, placing his socks inside the shoes before putting them in the messenger bag. He removed his belt and slipped off his trousers. As carefully as he could, he folded his shirt and pants before placing them in the bag with his shoes. He rolled up his belt and put that in there, as well. He also put his phone and the directions in his bag just in case he got lost.