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

by Elizabeth Lynx

  We both agreed not to tell anyone.

  Because of that, I now had to throw someone under the bus to distract from the wedding discussion. Sorry, Konrad. But as my brother, you must be the first sacrifice.

  “Konrad, what do you think of Chloe’s new bakery?”

  And just like that, all eyes at the dinner table turned toward my behemoth of a brother. He looked like Paul Bunyan without the beard had joined a dinner party.

  Mica’s eyes narrowed at Konrad, as did Chloe’s. I loved my brother, but the Angrovs didn’t like him. Which surprised me since Konrad saved Chloe from a bear's cave last year. That’s why I was secretly on a mission to bring these two together.

  They were good for each other. My brother needed a woman like Chloe, just like I need the latest Kabrim handbag.

  “From what I’ve seen, it could use more customers.” Konrad pointed out unwisely.

  I lowered my eyes and shook my head. Oh, Konrad. How could someone who shared my genes be ridiculously out of touch with wooing a woman?

  While I wanted a distraction from everyone at the table, I hadn’t planned on my brother mucking up his chances with a beautiful and intelligent woman.

  “I get plenty of customers.”

  “I bet you do.” Konrad smirked.

  I groaned and several people at the table laughed but were smart enough to turn their chuckles into coughs.

  “I didn’t mean that—”

  “What exactly did you mean?” Mica turned his heated eyes on Konrad.

  “Who’s ready for the next course?” I stood. Several heads nodded. “Great. Mica, can you come and help me in the kitchen?”

  “You hired servers and caterers for the exact reason we wouldn’t have to do anything for the dinner.” Mica pointed out, much to my annoyance.

  I stared at him until he relented.

  “Excuse us. Please have more wine.” I waved at the bottles that dotted the center of the table.

  Mica headed for the kitchen, but right as he was about to turn, I grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs.

  “I thought you said we had to check on the food?”

  “You’re stressed. I know you didn’t want to invite Konrad and, if I’m being honest, he’s not doing the best job winning over Chloe.”

  “Why would he have to win over Chloe? It’s best she stays away from him. I know he’s your brother Bea, but I don’t think they would work together.”

  I ignored him as we made our way down the hall and turned into our bedroom. Almost the entire house had been redesigned, including the master bedroom. No longer was it a small room with an even tinier master bathroom that comprised a toilet, a pedestal sink, and chipped porcelain tub. Now it was large, with a master bath made for two people, a walk-in closet, and an enormous bay window.

  We had to remove another bedroom to increase the size, but with only Shelby here it made sense to get rid of it.

  The king-sized bed fit perfectly in the room and I pulled Mica on top.

  “What are you doing? We have guest’s downstairs.” Mica’s eyes widened as he tried to sit up on his elbows.

  I stood next to the bed and lifted my skirt. It was one of those flouncy skirts that I never wore, but Olivia bought for me as a birthday gift, so I felt obligated. I loved my sister, but she had horrible taste in clothing.

  I yanked down my panties; I flung them on the ground.

  “I suggest you unbuckle and pull down you jeans. Because when I climb on top of you, I will not stop.”

  Mica blinked as my words sunk in. Then he quickly did as I suggested. His jeans weren’t halfway down his legs before I straddled him.

  “This isn’t appropriate, Bea.” Mica whispered as he grabbed my hips, rocking me over his hardening cock.

  “You’re right, Mica. I guess we should make it quick.”

  I slid my hand down his stomach until I held his cock, now rock hard, in my fist. He groaned. It wasn’t difficult to get Mica to fuck me. Once he broke down and finally gave me the orgasm I desired back at The Blue Spot in Virginia over a year ago, he was like a puppy following me. I only had to whisper in his ear about how wet I was, and he’d find a way to make me come.

  I positioned him and nodded, “You ready?”

  “Yes.” He slapped my thigh. “Let’s do this.”

  You’d think him saying let’s do this like a football player ready to win one for the team, would be off-putting. But you would be wrong.

  I moved up and down over his cock as he inched further inside me. He felt incredible and I wondered if it was possible to grow tired of a man as sexy, as frustrating, and as lovable as Mica?

  He tensed his jaw and lifted my skirt to get a better look.

  “Like what you see?” I asked as I helped him with the skirt.

  “Always.” His lips curved wickedly as he slid his thumb over my clit.

  Mica knew what I liked. While we didn’t have time to do any ass play, we always had time for orgasms. I felt myself tense around him. It wouldn’t be long before I called out his name in ecstasy. He liked when I did that. As his wife, it was just one of those things I knew about him.

  I lifted my blouse and pulled back my bra cups. I tugged at my spiked nipples.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  His eyes were glazed with desire as he stared at my chest. Another thing he liked, my tits.

  What did I like? I enjoyed the way he looked at me. As if he meant it when he said I was beautiful. Or when he woke me every morning with a kiss on the cheek and said I was a dream come true. Those were the things that helped propel me over the edge.

  “I’m coming. Mica.” I whisper screamed.

  We had guests, so I wasn’t about to make it obvious what we were doing.

  Mica groaned and I felt his fingers dig into my hips. Closing my eyes, my entire body humming as I rode out the orgasm.

  Collapsing on top of Mica, I wondered if we’d be strong enough to head back downstairs.

  He rolled over, letting me gently fall onto the bed. As usual, I was a helpless lump after sex, and he was attentive. Mica pushed my clothes back into place before kissing me.

  “You were right. I was stressed. Thanks.”

  “Anytime and anyplace. With that cock, you’re the stress reliever.”

  He sighed and flipped onto his back. I cuddled up to him, placing my head on his chest. His shirt damp from sweat.

  “Will we ever tell them we’re married? I think I should at least tell my sister.”

  He was right. Chloe was sweet and I longed to let Olivia know.

  “Maybe we keep it a secret a little longer and then tell them. I kind of like having a secret only we know about.”

  “And I love that you’re my wife. I’d marry you a thousand times to hold you in my arms.”

  And just like that. I fell in love with Mica all over again.

  BONUS SCENE

  Konrad

  Sneak Peek inside Hot Dish

  “It’s bear food now,” I said to the redhead as I grabbed her shoulder before she stepped back into the cave.

  “But . . . my trial mix.” She frowned and there were tears streaming down her face.

  A few of the men I had hired to help me find these women showed up from my radio call to them. Jason was good at tracking and Tom used to be an Army Ranger. Jason guided the redhead away as she sniffled her goodbyes to her snack food. Tom guided the woman with a short, black bob, who also looked like she was in desperate need of a nap.

  I was left with the blond who was limping. I think she mentioned her name was Chloe. My sister Bea mentioned a Chloe when she told me about the lost women.

  “Can you walk?” I asked.

  She raised her vivid blue eyes up at me and I felt something hit my chest. The woman was beautiful. Even with her long, blond braid in disarray and filled with twigs, there was something about her that struck me in all the right places.

  Huh. That’s never happened before.

  I had been with wo
men who were beautiful, but it usually made my dick stand to attention, not my heart.

  I shrugged it off and focused on the task at hand.

  “Of course. I may have been stuck in a cave with a bear for a few days, but I haven’t forgotten how to walk—” She took one step forward and fell flat on her face.

  Chloe moaned. I fell to my knees and brushed some of her stray strands of hair back from her face. She smelled of sweat and lavender.

  “Is anything hurt?” I scanned her body and face, but I didn’t see blood. Cupping her chin, I pulled down her lower lip.

  Electricity ran down my hand and straight to my cock. Of course, it picked now to stir.

  She pushed my hand away and frowned.

  “I’m not a horse. It’s my ankle. I must have twisted it.”

  I wanted to make sure nothing was broken. “Is it okay if I touch it?” I asked, making sure not to make the same mistake I just did with her mouth.

  She nodded and I quickly untied her boot and gently removed her thick gray sock. It was swollen and as I applied pressure, she winced.

  “It may be twisted. I better carry you just in case.”

  Her gorgeous blue eyes widened. “What? You can’t carry me. I’m not a baby.”

  I smirked. She was cute. “You certainly aren’t.” My eyes dipped to her chest.

  Ogling an injured woman outside a bear cave wasn’t my finest move. I tried to play it off but only made it worse by continuing to lower my gaze down her body. In a span of a few seconds I went from being a little inappropriate to being down right sleezy.

  Good going, Konrad.

  Maybe if I made it into a joke, I wouldn’t seem so creepy. I chuckled.

  Nope. That didn’t work. If anything, it just added more awkwardness to the whole situation.

  She snatched the sock from my hand and groaned as she put it back on, followed by her boot. I tried to help but she batted my hand away. I tucked my arms under hers to help lift her, but she pushed me away again. With much struggle she stood, favoring her good leg.

  “Like I said, I can walk.” She hobbled away and mumbled, “The last thing I want is to be manhandled by some perv in the middle of the woods.”

  Perfect. I came here to help, and she’ll forever see me as Creepy Konrad. At least it’s just her. It wasn’t as if I embarrassed myself in front of everyone who was here.

  “I’m sorry.” I stumbled after her, almost twisting my ankle in the process. “That was weird, and I didn’t mean—”

  A loud growl echoed from behind us and we froze. Without any thought, I reached for Chloe and pulled her behind me as I turned.

  There was a large but rather thin bear about fifteen feet away. He was close enough that I wrinkled my nose at his pungent scent. My eyes scanned the ground for anything that could be used to help keep the bear back.

  Only twigs and old, dried leaves. Nothing of any use.

  What had Jason told me about scaring bears? Did he mention something about peeing?

  “I need to piss on that bear,” I stage-whispered to Chloe.

  I didn’t have time to worry if that’s what he told me to do. I quickly unbutton my jeans and began to tug them down along with my black boxer briefs.

  “What? What the hell is peeing on a bear going to do? We need to roll up in a ball. Play dead.” I looked back and saw Chloe’s eyes widen as I pushed down my jeans.

  I turned back and started to tug my jeans over my boots—which, I admit, wasn’t the wisest move, but I didn’t have time to untie my boots.

  “I think that only works in movies. The pee shows the bear that this is your territory. Some primal thing. I swear Jason said pee on a bear if confronted.”

  “You think?” Chloe pushed her hands on her hips.

  It was too late for her to talk me out of it as the bear moved, and with one pant leg still on, I grabbed my dick. The first shot of golden urine made its way toward the bear. I was too far away to hit the bear, but that wasn’t the point. It was to mark my territory.

  The bear sniffed the air and twisted its head. He, she, I didn’t understand enough about bears to know if it was male or female, but whatever sex it was, it was confused.

  Maybe that was why I needed to pee at the bear. Not about marking my territory but it caused confusion. I wish I remembered exactly what Jason had said. Either way, I thought it was working.

  In that moment, I thought I had won. “I am beating the bear. Not physically beat but psychologically. That’s what makes humans the dominate species on this planet—”

  Wait, no, I was wrong. Horribly, tragically mistaken. My urinating dick only made the situation worse. The bear growled even louder and took one enormous step forward.

  “That didn’t work at all.” I quickly reached down for my jeans, which were now hanging from my boot, but the bear moved closer, so I turned and picked up Chloe. I threw her over my shoulder and ran. Some pee ran down my leg and the running was awkward with the jeans trailing behind me and Chloe in my arms, but I didn’t care. It was survival time.

  “Holy crap, let me down.”

  “No . . . you . . . have a . . . hurt— God, this is tough,” I wheezed, trying to shake the jeans off while running from a bear and talking all at the same time.

  “So let me down.”

  Chloe weighed a lot more than I anticipated; luckily, I had managed to lose my jeans and boxer briefs in our epic escape. My legs were free and I picked up my pace, which caused Chloe to bounce against my back.

  “I think I’m going to be sick. Oh no, here comes that trail mix.”

  I felt the hot puke run down my back. Again, the moment was about survival. I only hoped the smell of her trail mix puke would scare away the bear better than my piss did.

  “Is the bear . . . following— Jesus, I need to do . . . more cardio.”

  “Ugh, I can’t see. I’m lifting my head, but everything is a blur because you won’t let me down.”

  I ignored her request and tightened my grip on her thighs. Even with all that was going on, I noticed how firm they were. Now wasn’t the time for those types of thoughts. It only caused blood to run to my cock, which made running more painful.

  “The bear is gone.”

  “Really?”

  She groaned and shifted. “I don’t know, but I just want you to let go of me. I’m sure we’re far enough away—”

  I stopped. Not because I believed her. Not because I was achingly tired and knew I’d be in so much pain tomorrow that I’d need a crane to get me out of bed.

  I stopped because we had come to a clearing. And in that clearing were a few cars, the men I had hired, Chloe’s friends, the sheriff, and a few others I didn’t recognize.

  They were staring at us and I remembered I didn’t have any pants on. Gently, I lowered Chloe. She tried to stand but didn’t have solid footing. I reached for her, but she raised her arms and said, “I’d rather fall into poison ivy and have the bear give me a few swipes than let you touch me again.”

  She lowered her gaze and took a moment to stare at my cock. Her lips twitched, as did my dick.

  She leaned over and whispered, “You might want to cover yourself.”

  My hands flew to cup my groin and she leaned to the side, looking past me. “Look at that. You’re peeing tricked worked. The bear is gone, and we are safe. Thanks for the rescue.”

  Chloe turned and limped toward the cars and I wondered if I’d ever be able to get her out of my mind again.

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