Lost and Found (books 1-3): Small-Town Romantic Comedy

by Elizabeth Lynx

  I wondered for a moment if he was jealous of Derrick. That I had been with my ex-fiancé at all seemed to bother him. He shouldn't be upset. How Carter described Derrick was on point. Carter had done more to turn me on with just one finger than all the times I had sex with Derrick put together.

  "Should I stop? Because I don't do quick. I do loud, long, and dirty."

  "Don't stop. Please, Carter."

  I was frantic because it seemed as if he was pulling away. Once he showed me what fucking him might be, how could any woman want that to end?

  He didn't even acknowledge my response. Carter kept playing with my body. He moved his hand to my other breast and pushed the lace back until they both hung out. I wore this bra specifically for my wedding, or rather, my wedding night. It's not supportive in the least and a woman with my cup size required support.

  The past two-and-a-half weeks have been uncomfortable and embarrassing as they moved to their own beat. But the way Carter looked at me . . . well, perhaps the unpleasantness had been worth it. I doubt he'd be this engrossed if I had been wearing my war bra, which goes to battle with my boobs and wins every time.

  "You're better than a fantasy."

  He hesitated. Carter was about to step forward but stopped himself and I wanted to know why. I wanted to scream for him to push me against the wall once again or pull my hair or do something so I could feel him.

  When he did finally gift me with his touch, it wasn't a sweet caress. His fingers glided around my hardened nipple before he went in for the kill. Carter pinched and tugged and watched me squirm against the wall like a curious dog.

  There was no smug smile or gaze full of lust, just a cold, hardened stare of a man who relished torturing me. My jaw tightened with shock, not from the game he played on my body but that I was enjoying every agonizing second.

  He shifted his feet, bored, when his fingers crept to my other breast. Gliding over my wanting nipple like a trick as if he didn't want to inflict his erotic pain. Carter latched on and gave me what I was whimpering for. It was sharp and as the sting melted, it sank down until it was nothing but pulsating bliss at my core.

  "I'm going to taste you now." His eyes flickered down my body to my soaked panties. At this moment, I was thankful I grabbed a few new pairs of panties while out with my sister today. I didn't think this pair would be useful anymore after today.

  He was still squeezing my nipple as he asked, "Is that what you want, Olivia? Would you like me to eat you?"

  I swear, I was about to come.

  Strands of my hair fell and stuck to my face as I nodded and barely squeaked out a yes. He stepped forward, and I thought he might pin me again—which I desperately wanted him to do. God, I never thought I could desire anything more.

  But his chest was an inch from mine when he stopped. His hot breath pushed the remaining strands of hair from my face. Carter said nothing, but he didn't have to—his fingers did all the talking. They skirted across my stomach and down until they were making their way through my curls.

  I sucked in air and stared at his eyes, now nearly black with desire. All he had to do was lightly graze my thigh and I parted. He didn't hesitate to move farther.

  That's when Carter faltered. His nose flared and those wide dark eyes became hooded for a few seconds. I thought he might sink onto me, but his body remained a wall.

  I'm sure I looked worse—lost—as he slipped two fingers inside me and his thumb began to rub over my clit. God, I was the one turning into an animal as I reached for his arm, not to push it away but hold it in place, so I could ride it.

  My hips gyrated as he fucked me with his hand, and I couldn't get enough. It didn't take long for my orgasm to come. Something flashed in his eyes as my body rode the wave he brought me.

  When he let go, I was still twitching from my climax. Carter bent, draped me over his shoulder like a rag doll because let's be honest, that's exactly what my body had become. I was limp from what little he gave me.

  I was lost in a fog I never wanted to leave as he lifted and carried me into the bedroom. Half expecting him to throw me on the bed as any beast would, he gently lowered me until I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was at my feet.

  "Time to get a taste," he said, and I held back a giggle. Carter sounded like a caveman.

  He tugged at my panties and slid them down my legs as if it was a piece of lint on a sweater. I almost felt sorry for the damp heap of lace and silk on the floor, but then I remembered what had made it that way and I was glad. No, not glad. I was giddy, bursting with happiness.

  "Spread your legs, farmhand."

  I liked this little role-play thing he had going on. I was the lowly farmhand, and he was the big bad farmer. My smile grew as I spread my legs, making sure to please my boss.

  But then my grin faded, and my head fell back when Carter pushed his face between my thighs. His beard tickled my inner thighs, adding to the tease. His mouth hadn't even touched me yet and already I felt tension build in my core.

  When he did swipe his tongue, I leaned back in an arch, propping myself on my elbows. This time Carter groaned and with his unbroken arm, pulled me closer until my ass was hanging off the bed.

  It was as if he couldn't get enough of me, which was fine. I was totally fine with that.

  "Don't stop," I panted as I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

  I had no idea why I said that. It wasn't as if Carter was showing signs of pulling away. In fact, he slid his fingers up my stomach and latched onto my rock-hard nipple. Whatever he was doing with his mouth between my legs was working.

  Another orgasm exploded inside me and I called out his name.

  He stood as I was coming down from the intense high. I wondered if that was it. The way he turned away and left the room, had me feeling lost. Had I done something wrong?

  Why would a man give a woman two incredible orgasms and then walk away? I was about to get up and go after him when he came back. Carter held out his hand and there was a small square blue wrapper.

  "I need you to put this on me."

  I thought it was part of his control thing—making me do the work—but when he held up his cast, I realized I was overthinking it.

  "Can I kiss it first?"

  He smirked. "You can do whatever you'd like to the condom as long as it ends up on my dick."

  Smartass.

  "I meant this. Can I kiss this?" I reached up and wrapped my hand around his cock. With a firm grip, I slowly pulled.

  He placed his hand on my shoulder once I took the condom from his palm. Steadying himself, Carter closed his eyes, lost in what my hand was doing to him.

  I took the tip into my mouth and released it with a little pop. His grip tightened on me. He tried to hide his moan, but I felt it vibrate in his body.

  "More," he said and knew it was my turn for a taste.

  Carter was big. I wouldn't say monstrously large, but very close. Enough that I understood when he fucked me, I would be sore for a few days after. I had never been with a guy this well-endowed before. It could be the best experience of my life, or a complete nightmare.

  My mouth could only go so far down his shaft due to its enormity. I gazed up at him, hoping this wasn't too much of a disappointment. I was ready to explain that he was too big for my mouth, but when I saw the way he looked at me, I knew he wasn't frustrated, not even close.

  He was captivated at what he witnessed.

  His expression grew dark when I removed my mouth and opened the wrapper. Pushing the condom down, I smiled as I said, "All done. The condom is on your dick, just as you wanted."

  I couldn't tell if he was angry or relieved.

  Carter curled his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. A shiver ran down my back as he lowered himself until he was an inch from my face. For a brief moment, I was worried, scared it would all end.

  I could always tell what guys liked and did my best to make them happy in bed, but Carter was impossible to read.r />
  What was he going to say? Tell me to leave? That he was done with my sass. Maybe this was what he liked—leaving me wanting more.

  My answer came, not in words, but a kiss. His lips crashed to mine and when I opened for him, he made quick work with his tongue. He tasted of me.

  It was as if he was showing me what he planned to do to my body. And if that was what this kiss meant, then I could hardly wait for the good stuff.

  Carter pulled away and I reached up, touching my swollen lips. His chest heaved and he crooked the corner of his mouth. "Turn over and get on your knees."

  TWENTY

  Carter

  Olivia bit her red, swollen lip and stared up at me. I told myself not to read too much into it. She had two orgasms and was most likely still feeling the effects. Lust was a powerful drug and the only thing turning her into my epic fantasy.

  No woman wanted what I had to give long-term or even short-term. I was just a farmer in a small cabin with distinct sexual tastes. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, but I was wise enough to understand that most women preferred a tamer version of someone like me.

  As Olivia turned and did as I asked, exposing her beautifully rounded backside to me, I vowed to enjoy everything she gave me for as long as she wanted.

  I flattened my hand over her butt cheek, giving it a good squeeze. She bucked back, causing my dick to twitch. I loved how sensitive she was to my touch. Anything I did, no matter how rough or soft, she would melt in my hand.

  Licking my lips, I could still taste her. Olivia was like spicy honey, and I would love to wake up every morning licking her up.

  It was frustrating with my one arm being out of service. There was so much I couldn't do. I wanted to lay her down, climb on top, and have my way with her. But then I'd have to use my good arm to prop me up. How could I make sure she was fully satisfied if only my dick was working on her? Olivia obviously loved to have her nipples played with, and I wanted to test more on her, which would be impossible to do if I climbed on top of her. My needs were secondary. When I was done, I wanted her never to have a reason to leave my bed.

  As much as I loved watching her backside twitch against my touch, I'd rather see her breathtaking face.

  I pinched her flesh to see how she would react. Olivia rutted back again, wanting more. It was time to give this dazzling woman what she craved.

  Lining the tip of my dick to her soaking lips, I pushed. I was gentle at first, but the more she moaned, the more I picked up my rhythm until I was fully inside her.

  "You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"

  I needed to control things and push the limits, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Olivia.

  "No. Please, don't stop."

  As she pushed back against me, I had to remind myself to breathe. Olivia was better than any fantasy I had about her. She was fun, hardworking, had the best smile, and was sexy beyond belief. And right now, all she wanted was me deep inside her.

  Without hesitation, I dragged myself in and out slowly. It was luscious agony. She whimpered for more. Olivia tried to take over, pushing back against me but I reached forward and clasped her breast, stopping her.

  My hips reacted to her moans. I pinched her sensitive bud and picked up the pace as her body trembled. A drop of sweat tickled my brow as I could feel her tighten. Olivia was ready to come again—which was a good thing because I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

  I didn't want this to end. I knew it would never happen again. She'd go back home with her sister, and I'd be left with nothing but the memories of when she screamed my name in ecstasy.

  I closed my eyes and focused on her tightening around me. She felt incredible, but I focused on memorizing every touch, her taste, and how she sounded as I gave her everything. When Olivia said my name, I fell deep.

  My hand landed on the bed as I hunched over her body, my climax weakening me. Her lavender scent filled my nose. My release was hard and when I opened my eyes, my vision was a little fuzzy.

  Olivia's legs shook so I held her, curled around her back and gently eased us onto our sides.

  "Is my cast too rough?"

  Due to our position, I had her under my broken arm. It was like a white log pushing on her stomach.

  "No, I like it." She turned her head so she could see me. "I like you holding me."

  Ugh. Why did she have to say that? My chest felt like it was about to explode. To prevent myself from saying anything foolish in return—thus shredding my heart when she left—I began to kiss her shoulder. I couldn't stop.

  Olivia's skin was like silk and she tasted like salted caramel. How was it possible that one woman could be so addictive?

  "You feel so good. I don't want this to end," she said, causing me to pause.

  I slid out of her and removed the condom, turning to throw it into the nearby trash can.

  Then, without hesitation, I got back to kissing her body. I nibbled my way down her sweet body, and she was already talking about ending this. It couldn't wait until tomorrow?

  "I guess you want to get back home with your sister soon." I nudged my nose into a dimple on her lower back and inhaled.

  Olivia pulled away and turned her body toward me. There was hurt in her eyes staring down at me.

  She cleared her throat and her eyes began to glisten. "You want to get rid of me? After what we just did? Was I that bad?"

  "No. It was incredible. Olivia, I don't want you to go. Not until you're ready."

  Because I wouldn't beg for anyone to stay with me. Maybe I misunderstood and she wanted to stay the night or for a few more days, but I would never make anyone stay if they don't want to.

  A tear slipped from her eye and I wiped it away with my thumb.

  "What if I'm never ready? What if I like it here too much?" she whispered. She sat up and leaned on her hand. Olivia's blond hair fell across her chest, dusting her pink nipples. I longed to be a painter, an artist, so I could capture her sullen beauty. "What if I like you . . . more than just a friend?"

  I couldn't keep the surprise from my face.

  "But what about your life back in DC? Your family? Why would you want to stay here?"

  "I love my sister, but it's not like I live with her. I'm sort of embarrassed to admit it . . . but I still live with my parents." She shook her head, covering her eyes.

  Olivia was adorable. I reached forward, pulling her arm down.

  "You're too beautiful to hide. I want to learn all of your fascinating expressions."

  With her head tilted down, she removed her hands. My finger trailed over her lips with an urge to touch her smile.

  "You like my mouth, despite all the silly things that come out of it."

  With a sigh, I fell back, never taking my eyes off Olivia. "I could have all the money in the world. Hold all the power in my hand. I could be famous. But I'd give it all up just for a glimpse of your smile."

  "Wow." Olivia stared at me and her brow crinkled. "Where was this guy the past two weeks? Instead, I got Mr. Grumpington. And before you say anything, I have not officially retired that nickname."

  Chuckling, I pulled her toward me. She bent over and we stared into each other's eyes. It was brief, but there was no regret in her stare. Olivia meant every word she said. It was the first time since I was a little boy that a woman watched me with tenderness instead of curiosity.

  It was too much to ask for it to last, but however long Olivia would look at me in that way, I'd cherish it. At least, once she grew tired of this life with me, I'd have the memories of the time when an exquisite beauty with golden hair took my breath away with her sweet soul.

  It's what kept me going when thinking back on how my mother would sing to me in bed with her terrible singing voice or when she'd ask for cuddles while she had my baby sister in her arms.

  I was cheerful then, naïve but happy. And right now, after twenty-two years, I'm blissful once again.

  "What about Truck Butt? At least I didn't sound like a jerk with that one." I rolled
my lips together trying to appear serious.

  Crossing her arms, which pushed up her breasts, she said, "Roll over."

  I kept staring at her chest.

  "Up here, big guy." Olivia snapped her fingers in front of my face.

  "What?"

  "Roll over."

  I did as she said but kept my eyes on her boobs as much as possible.

  There was a loud thwack and a slight sting from where Olivia slapped my butt. I turned my head. "Hey. What was that for?"

  "I think I was too quick to assign you Truck Butt. Your butt is more like an Italian race car. Something that would cause people to turn and stare."

  I never really thought about what I looked like to others. The most I hoped for was to be attractive enough to catch the eye of a woman on the few occasions I went to a bar. It was strange, but in a good way, to know that Olivia liked my body.

  "What about you? Let me assess your backside." I turned onto my elbow to find her still gazing at my race car backside.

  Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear, and I noticed the blush on her cheeks. "I thought you were sort of a breast man."

  I sat up and leaned back against the pillows. Waving her over, she curled under my arm. My fingers languidly circled the soft skin on her shoulder.

  "I'm an every-square-inch-of-your-body sort of man."

  TWENTY-ONE

  Olivia

  He was gone.

  I patted his side of the bed, hoping Carter would reappear. But it was cool. The morning after the most incredible night of my life and the guy who ended up giving me five orgasms—three the first time and then two more before we passed out—snuck off.

  Was he embarrassed that I was still here? Most of the guys I'd had sex with had to scurry off first thing in the morning. That's why I thought Derrick was different, he wanted me to stick around. Now I knew the real reason he enjoyed my presence and it had nothing to do with me but everything to do with my name.

  I thought Carter was different. He didn't show much interest in my background. And when I mentioned where I was from, he acted like it was the last place he ever wanted to visit. Which, knowing his past, I didn't blame him.