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

by Elizabeth Lynx

  She glanced back, her brow damp. “That was incredible.”

  As I tried to calm my breaths, all I could do was nod. Words were a problem at the moment.

  “Fuck, you’re hot. Who knew a guy who hid in a barn making coffee could fuck me like that.”

  “I aim to please.” My words were hoarse as I pulled out of her. I started to head toward the bathroom when I heard, “Where are you going?”

  “To clean up.” I threw my thumb over my shoulder.

  “Why don’t we do that together. In the shower.” She stood and sashayed past me. I watched as her ass swiveled from side to side, fantasizing about having my cock nestled deep inside.

  “That sounds perfect.” I followed her and hoped this dream would never end.

  SEVENTEEN

  Bea

  “I’m coming,” I cried as Mica nuzzled his face between my legs.

  “Oh, you’re awake,” he said.

  I had been asleep. Since Mica and I first had sex two days ago, we hadn’t stopped fucking. If we weren’t taking a stroll in the woods with Shelby and taking her to the pool in the basement, then we handed her off to the nannies and ran straight back to our rooms for sex.

  I probably had more sex over the last two days than I had in the last two years.

  I wasn’t used to being with the same guy more than a few times. Usually, I became bored, or work got in the way, but with Mica, I never wanted to be out of his arms.

  And the man had a magic cock and mouth and fingers and just about everything else.

  I pushed his face back between my thighs and began rubbing myself over him. I knew he liked that. The great thing was, I enjoyed that, too. Mica groaned every time I pushed him into me. Yesterday, he really liked it when I climbed on top of his face and rubbed myself over his lips and tongue until I was screaming his name. He was so turned on that he had been masturbating and orgasmed with me.

  Hot damn, this man was a dream.

  I didn’t know how many men I had been with that either didn’t know what they were doing or became prudish when I asked, sometimes begged, for anal.

  I knew it took a while to build up to it, but trust me, I practiced quite regularly. I had various sizes of butt plugs and dildos at home to satisfy my needs.

  Now I had a guy eager to fill me.

  “I’ve been awake since you tongued my ass, which felt incredible, by the way. Oh, yeah, I like that.”

  He was rubbing around my asshole while he finger-fucked me. The best part was how he sucked on my clit. He learned fast.

  I lifted onto my elbows to watch as he worked me. Seeing how hard he tried to satisfy me was usually what sent me over the edge.

  “I want you,” I said.

  He nodded and sat up. I reached over and handed him a condom. He began to line himself up, but I stopped him.

  “Not there.” I moved him lower. “Right there.”

  Mica was so sweet sometimes. His mouth fell open, and with large chocolate eyes, he said, “Are you sure?”

  I reached over and grabbed the bottle I bought yesterday, handing it to him.

  “As sure as this bottle of lube.”

  He didn’t hesitate. Mica opened the bottle and let the heated liquid drip over my asshole. When he slathered it on, I sucked in a breath through my teeth.

  He first pushed in with his thumb, working me until I was loose enough to take him. By this time, I had my legs pinned back and was almost begging him as my ass was tilted in the air.

  “I can’t wait to feel your big cock fill me.”

  He lined himself up and pushed inside an inch or two. It burned at first, but once he pushed past that part, it was the best feeling.

  “You okay?” he asked, stopping with gritted teeth.

  “Yes, Mica, please.” I couldn’t stop myself; I began to rub my clit.

  Mica got the hint and pushed farther inside until he was as far as he could go.

  He took two fingers and pushed them inside my pussy.

  I reared my head back. “Yeah, Mica. Fuck. Ride me.”

  He did, and all I could do was lay there and take it.

  “You’re so tight like this. Bea, I love fucking you.”

  I reached for my nipple and pulled. It was too much in the best way.

  Looking up at Mica, I had an unusual thought. I wondered if we would always be together. Not just the sex, which was phenomenal, but everything. Us, together. Even with Shelby.

  I grew to care about that little girl and knew I’d miss her if they went back to Maine without me.

  “I’m not going to last, Bea.”

  Mica got that look on his face that I had learned over the past two days. He was about to come.

  “Yes,” was all I could say as my orgasm surged up.

  It exploded so hard that I couldn’t remember what I said.

  I might have called out his name, but I might have said I wanted a hamburger. Who knew?

  All I knew was when I finally came down and Mica pulled out, he was chuckling.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I have no idea what you just said while you came, but apparently, it was important.”

  I took his mouth to mine and kissed him. It was luxurious and lazy but filled with heart.

  He pulled away and stood from the bed.

  “You don’t think Shelby heard us?” Reality hit me, and I knew I had been loud.

  That girl woke at the slightest creak. Most of the time, Mica got up during the night to help her but there had been a few times I gave him a break. Besides, I liked singing her back to sleep. She was the only one who tolerated my singing. My sister once said I sounded like glass being shattered with a bird slowly dying on top.

  Mica pulled off the condom and shook his head.

  “You were sound asleep. I got up early and called Gabby to come take her for a few hours. I wanted to surprise you this morning in bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows before he walked off toward the bathroom.

  I sighed. This must have been why Olivia stayed up in Maine last year. I thought she was crazy for living in the middle of nowhere. I met Carter, and he was hot, in that rugged, mountain man sort of way, but not enough where I’d leave the easy lifestyle of living with my parents.

  I still lived with them, too. I could afford my own place, but having servants was so nice. It was like the choice between a hot bath filled with bubbles and fancy scents versus a slightly warm bath with a bar of soap.

  Of course, I was going to pick the hot bubble bath. My parents may be shallow and old-fashioned, but they had money. And a personal chef.

  Why would I leave?

  But now that I met Mica and his wonder dick, I was thinking that maybe it was time for me to leave. Maybe I could move up to Maine for a while?

  “What’s going through that busy brain of yours?” Mica came back with a damp cloth. He gently opened my legs and began to clean me.

  He loved to pamper me. When I was hungry, he made sure I got food. He even cooked me a sandwich yesterday. I had no idea how to do anything in the kitchen, hence why I liked my parents’ personal chef. But Mica went to the grocery store with Shelby yesterday and came back with several bags. Then he spent some time in the small kitchen before placing a sandwich, apple slices, and little orange crackers shaped like fish before me. How he could bake those crackers so fast, I had no idea.

  The guy’s talented.

  “I don’t deserve you,” I said.

  “You deserve only the best, Bea. You’re funny, smart, an amazing deal maker, and the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

  I could feel the blush rising up my neck to my cheeks.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I joked and shook my head.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “Run away.”

  Was he blind? Did putting his cock up my butt cause Mica to go blind? I had one powerful ass.

  “I’m right here.
Still in bed. I don’t think I’ve run anywhere.”

  He tossed the cloth in the wastebasket beside the bed and came to curl up next to me. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me close until his front was to my back.

  “Push me away then. You making jokes about how I say that to all the girls. It’s not true. You know that. I know that. Yet you joke because you don’t believe me.”

  I snorted, but at the same time, something heavy felt as if it settled on my heart.

  “I believe you. I’m fantastic.”

  If I said it enough, I had to believe it. It worked in the past, but this time, it felt different. Like the words were wrong.

  “You are fantastic. I like spending time with you.”

  The weight on my chest seemed to grow, and the more he spoke, the more I felt the need to get out of bed. It was claustrophobic.

  “You’re super great, too.” I cringed at my word choice.

  Why was he making this weird? Why was I making it worse?

  He chuckled and pulled me tighter. The scent of sex and Mica filled the air and that’s how I wanted it to stay.

  Why couldn’t we just keep this up the way it was? No deep conversations. No emotional talks. Just fucking and going for walks and the occasional super-awesome deal where I make us lots of money.

  “Us,” I mumbled.

  “What?”

  I rolled my lips over my teeth and shook my head. “I, uh, just remembered . . . I meant to call Olivia.” I pulled out from his arms and felt the cool chill run down my spine.

  “Right, I should try Chloe again, too. I tried yesterday, but she didn’t answer. I’ll try again today.”

  I glanced over my shoulder as I ran toward the bedroom door. There was worry in his voice.

  What if he realized I was pulling back? Not so much pulling away from us, just keeping it sex only. That was a big step for me. I never had a continuous sex-only relationship with a man. But something told me Mica was the type of guy who wanted more.

  He was also the type of guy who had a family to raise and a business to run. It would be beneficial for both of us if we kept things light.

  I grabbed the resort bathrobe and slipped it on. My phone was laying on the coffee table where I left it last night.

  I turned it on and texted Olivia.

  Hey, need to talk.

  I waited to see if she’d respond and was about to order coffee when my phone buzzed.

  I miss you. What’s up?

  Mica. He’s up in my butt. Literally. (eggplant emoji)

  I didn’t have to wait long before she responded with an emoji face of someone throwing up.

  You know my state. Why would you make me want to throw up like that?

  It’s serious. I like him up my butt. Too much. (eggplant emoji, heart emoji)

  Are you telling me you have a sex addiction?

  I rolled my eyes.

  No. I like him, like him. But I want to stop it from going further. What if I fall in love with him? I am barely able to care of myself, let alone another person.

  There was nothing for a minute and I was about to give up that she’d respond when my phone vibrated in my hand.

  If Carter can love me, then you are capable of loving another person. Just talk to him about it. Trust me. If you keep it inside, it gets fucked up. Just be open.

  My sister was right. I should talk to him about it. I texted her back a thanks and asked how she was feeling. She was less nauseous but still hadn’t said anything to Carter. She swore she would tomorrow.

  If she was telling me to be honest, then she needed to take her own advice.

  Once I said bye, I stood, ready to face Mica. Explain what I was feeling. But before I could get into the bedroom, he raced out, fully dressed. A look of panic on his face.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “My sister. No one’s seen her since she left for the camping trip over a week ago. She was supposed to be back on Tuesday.”

  “Was she supposed to check in this week with you?”

  He rubbed his brow, and I had the strong urge to hold him, comfort him.

  “I don’t remember. Us coming here happened so fast, I didn’t think to tell her to call me when she came back from camping. I called her yesterday, but I figured she didn’t have her phone on her. I texted her, but I got worried when she never responded. I finally called Debbie at the diner. We were to have a delivery yesterday. She never showed.”

  Oh, no. This was serious.

  EIGHTEEN

  Mica

  “I am capable of driving my own truck,” I said as we drove on Interstate 495. We were currently driving around Washington, DC, and I still had another ten-hour drive ahead of us. There would be no stopping at a motel or hotel or anything. I had to get home as soon as possible.

  “But a plane would be faster, and my family’s private airplane would be able to take off in two hours. We could land at a small airport a little over an hour from your home. That would shave five hours off the trip. We’d be there by dinner time, maybe even earlier.”

  I shook my head. “No planes.”

  She glanced back at Shelby. I felt bad dragging my niece away earlier this morning. She was having fun playing with Dan and Gabby. One of the staff members brought in her three-year-old nephew who loved babies and kept calling Shelby his baby. I secretly believed Shelby loved being the center of attention, and she was having so much fun with that boy trying to play with her.

  “I know Shelby has a problem flying, but it would be a very short plane ride, and it would be only us, so—”

  I was tired of this conversation. It was time Bea knew the truth. Then, she’d understand why we wouldn’t fly on any planes.

  “It’s not Shelby that has a problem with planes, it’s me.”

  She was silent. I glanced over and I saw the pity already there.

  “It’s not what you think . . . I’m not afraid of flying. It’s not that.”

  I didn’t want to tell her why but how Bea was looking at me . . . well, I didn’t want that, either.

  “I don’t understand. You’re not afraid of flying, but you refuse to go on a plane? Do you have a grudge against airlines? Because if that’s the case, then you have no worries. We would be taking my family plane, not an airline—”

  “No, that’s not it.” My fists tightened around the steering wheel, and I pressed on the brake a little too hard. The traffic was easing up from the tail end of rush hour, but there were still some idiots on the road.

  “Then what is it? Because if you want to get to Maine as soon as possible to start looking for your sister, then a plane would be the quickest option.”

  She was right, and I hated that I was being like this, but I didn’t want to risk Shelby. Not when she had such a rough start in life.

  “If it were just me, I’d make an exception, but I can’t risk you both.”

  “Risk us? I promise the plane is quite safe.”

  Sure it was.

  I shook my head. “I don’t believe that to be true. Planes aren’t as safe as you think.”

  Her eyes widened and she waved her hand toward the front windshield. “And you think car travel is safer? It’s way more dangerous. And we may be in early spring, but we’re heading toward the mountains of Maine. There’s going to be ice and snow where we are heading.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  “Did someone die in a plane crash or something?” she asked with a snort.

  A shiver went up my spine. I tried to take deep, soothing breaths as memories bubbled up.

  “Oh my God, someone did die,” she whispered with her hand covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Mica. I shouldn’t have said that. I had no idea.”

  I felt the warmth of her hand as she placed it on my arm. It helped, her touch. Something about it always soothed me, but the memories weren’t disappearing, just the hurt and fear.

  “A little over ten years ago, there was a plane crash just outside of Chicago. S
ome people lived, but some didn’t. My parents were some of the ones who didn’t survive.”

  I tried to swallow but it was difficult. I missed them. Even after all this time, I wished my mother had been here when Ellie died. She would have known how to handle things. She would have been heartbroken but rational.

  But Chloe was left with the oldest brother who liked to blame the world. I glanced over at Bea, and the pity was back in her eyes. I shut the world out when my sister died. And now I realized how wrong I was to do that.

  It was the people at The Blue Spot who helped Shelby stand for the first time. It was the doctor at Shelby’s checkup that told me what I needed to help her. And it was Bea who worked her ass off to get my family the money we needed to help my niece.

  I smirked as I thought how she also worked her ass off to please me, too.

  “You’re smiling. Why are you smiling? Was that a joke? Because if it was, then that’s sick. You don’t joke about that, Mica—”

  “No, it wasn’t a joke. I just was thinking that I hadn’t talked about my parents’ death to anyone but Chloe, ever. And the only reason I talked to Chloe about it was to help her. She needed to let it out and have a shoulder to cry on. I did that for her. At the time, I was supposed to be going to the local community college to study to work in the hospitality industry—”

  “Wait.” Bea turned in her seat so she was almost facing me. “You wanted to work in hospitality? Like, by helping people?”

  Her lower lip wiggled. She had the same look on her face as Chloe whenever I brought it up.

  “Laugh all you want, but I wasn’t always this sexy, rough-around-the-edges man you see before you.”

  “So, you were once pleasant to be around,” she said, and then deep throaty laughter exploded from her mouth.

  “Ha, ha. What I was getting at, was that once my parents passed, I had to take over. I knew I needed a job that had the potential to support us no matter what. Something that I couldn’t be fired from or wasn’t some get rich quick scheme that could end up screwing us over. And so, one day, as Chloe and I were eating at Fire and Ice Diner, I overheard Debbie complain that the coffee delivery was late again. She had to run to the grocery store to buy coffee to serve to the customers. That’s when I got my idea.”