A tall man in a black slacks and a white button down shirt greets us.
“Hi there, I’m Richard,” he extends his hand and shakes mine first and then Emily’s. “Are you sisters?” he asks.
Emily blushes and I giggle. “No, this is my friend. I was looking at that car out there.” I point to the little sports car that is right in front of where we’re standing.
“Ahh, nice choice.” He says and begins to rattle off all of the features. I have to admit, it’s sounding more and more appealing. Emily pays attention while I look over all the extras that the car comes with.
I sit in the small coupe and place my hands on the steering wheel, imagining myself driving through town.
“Would you like to take it for a test drive?” Richard asks and pulls me out from my daydream.
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.
He turns to leave and Emily looks in the car. I know what she’s thinking, it’s small, very small.
“Are you coming with me?” I ask.
“Of course, as long as you’re careful.” She winks and walks over to the passenger side.
When Richard returns, he hands me the keys. Excitement brews when I turn the key and listen to the engine hum.
Emily buckles up and directs me where to go. We drive for about twenty minutes before we head back to the dealership. I love this car but after driving it. I’m not so sure I want something so compact.
“Phoebe, I know you’re in love with this car but can you think about something for a minute,” she pauses and waits for me to nod. “If you were in this car when the accident occurred, you may not be sitting here right now. Sure, the car is pretty, but it’s also small. The kind of impact you had would have pinned you inside.”
I take her words into consideration. I know she’s not saying this just to make me get something else, and she’s right. The Honda was small, but it was definitely larger than this car.
When we get back to the dealership, Richard meets us outside with a huge smile on his face.
“So, what did you think?” He asks.
I close the car door and dangle the keys. “I love this car but it’s not for me.” I look around at all of the other cars in the lot and spot Emily by an SUV. She has her hand cupped against the glass and is looking in the window.
Without hesitation I turn to Richard. “Can I drive that one?” I ask, pointing to the sleek, black SUV with shiny chrome wheels.
“Sure, let me get the keys and I’ll be right back.”
When he turns to leave, I walk up to Emily and look at the sticker on the window. The gas mileage isn’t that bad and it has a lot of the same features that attracted me to the small coupe.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Emily asks.
I shrug. “Yeah, it kind of is.”
Richard walks up behind us and hands me the keys. “Here you go, Ms. Andrews, enjoy the drive.” He smiles.
“Come on, Emily, let’s go for a drive.” It only takes me a few minutes to decide that this one was the one for me. The price is lower than the sports car and I feel more comfortable sitting higher up.
When we return, I find Richard and tell him my decision. A couple of hours and a mountain of paperwork later, I get the keys to my brand new vehicle. I walk with Emily to the truck, telling her that I’ll follow her home.
I slide into the seat and start the car. I roll down the windows and open the sunroof. Pulling out behind Emily, I follow her home. The breeze whips through my hair, and I mess with the radio to find some music that isn’t country or sing along.
When I pull into the Montgomery’s driveway I don’t want to get out. Emily gets out of the truck and gives me a funny look. I reluctantly turn off the engine, smiling to myself as I take a deep breath and inhale the ‘new car’ smell. I hop out and shut the door behind me—reveling in the solid thump it makes when it closes.
Walking into the house, I see Keith and Dean staring out of the kitchen window at my latest purchase.
“Like it, boys?” I ask.
“It’s Japanese, not American,” Keith huffs and narrows his eyes at me.
Aw, shit—I forgot that he’s all about American made.
“It’s not American but it’s nice,” Dean adds. “Wanna go for a quick spin?”
That’s a stupid question. “Of course!”
I run back outside and Dean follows. As I drive he gives me directions and soon we find ourselves at a small, secluded lake.
“Where are we?” I step out and look around. It’s deathly silent and there’s not a soul for miles. It seems quite peaceful.
“It’s a lake.” He shuts the door and runs down to the ‘L’ shaped dock, stripping of his clothes along the way.
I laugh and shake my head when—dressed in only his boxer—he jumps of the ledge, straight into the murky, green water.
When he resurfaces, he shakes the water from his hair and rubs his eyes. “Come on in,” he calls out.
I walk down to the water and sit on the edge of the dock. “I can’t come in, Dean. I can’t take the chance that my forehead might get infected and I’m not taking off my wrist-brace.
“Come on, I promise I’ll hold you so you won’t go under, and you can keep your wrist above the water,” he turns his back to me and waits for me to climb on.
I’ve never been in a lake before and it doesn’t exactly look very inviting. “Whose lake is this anyway?” I ask, as I look around for any sign of civilization.
“Ours,” he says simply before diving under the water.
He pops up from under the water and grabs my ankle. I squeal and quickly jerk it away before contemplating kicking him. “You don’t have to come in for long, just long enough to cool down.”
“I’m not hot,” I lie.
“You’re such a shit liar.” He places his hands on the dock and pulls himself up. The muscles in his arms and chest flex, sending me into a frenzy.
He stands above me and droplets of water run down his body and pool at his feet. His wet boxers cling to him and reveal his impressive package. I lick my dry lips and force myself not to look.
“I can’t go in there. Hell, I’m not even sure I want to go in there.” I look back out onto the water, trying to take my mind off the fact that he is standing nearly naked next to me.
The sunlight reflects off the water, casting a rainbow over the ripples. Dean sits next to me and lets his feet dangle off the dock.
“Dean, I don’t have any towels in my car and you are not going back in there completely soaked.” I warn.
“Phoebe, we can dry out in the sun. Our underwear may not be dry but our bodies will be.” he suggests. I look at him as if he’s nuts.
“Your parents will have a fit if we walk in half soaked—especially if I’m not wearing a bra!”
At that last part his eyes draw to my ample chest. I can’t blame him, my breasts are one of my best assets.
“Aww, is the city girl too good to go swimming in something other than a pool?” he teases.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve been in Lake Michigan. I don’t need a pool if I want to go swimming.” I fire back.
“Ohh, Lake Michigan, pulling out the big guns. Well, then I guess you have no reason not to go in Lake Montgomery, huh?” He places his hands on his hips, waiting for my answer.
I roll my eyes and sigh. I reach for the hem of my shirt and, in one fluid motion, pull it up and over my head. Standing up, I kick off my boots and pull down my shorts, revealing a white lace thong which matches my bra.
Dean’s jaw goes slack when he sees what I’m wearing.
“Come on, lover boy, get back in and I’ll get on your back.” I usher him into the water.
He jumps in and I step back and cover my face when water splashes up.
When he emerges I climb onto his back. I wrap my legs tight around his waist, lock my ankles around his stomach and place my arms around his neck.
He wades through the water slowly and carefully, so that I’l
l stay dry. He dips down lower into the water, teasing me and I tighten my grip around his neck.
“Dean, do that again and I will strangle you,” I threaten.
“Somehow I don’t doubt that,” he chuckles.
I relax my hold and laugh. My bottom half is getting use to the cool water but—even with the heat from his body—my top half is getting cold. My nipples harden and rub against his back. As he moves, my body rubs slowly up and down and I’m near climax just from the attention my all-too-sensitive nipples are receiving. I think Dean feels it too because he stops abruptly.
Without a word he slides me around so that we’re chest to chest. My breath quickens and my heart thumps as we breathe each other in. He slides his hand up my back, moving upwards until it rests on the nape of my neck. After taking a deep breath he pulls me in and gently places his lips over mine. His tongue caresses my lips and I open them, allowing him access. I melt into his body as he tightens the grip around my waist.
What am I thinking? This is wrong!
I break the kiss and pant heavily. “Dean, we shouldn’t do this. You’re with Devon.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m not. She’s just someone I’ve always… gone to. We’ve been using each other for years. I’ll call her as soon as we get back, it’s done.”
“Don’t do that on my account.” I loosen my hold on him.
Tightening his grip, he brings his mouth closer to mine, staring at my lips as he speaks. “No, Phoebe, I swear, it’s over.”
“Okay,” I whisper and nod.
He pulls me against him. Our lips and tongues move together, finding their own steady rhythm. He moans when I run my fingers through his hair and tighten my grasp as I arch back. He kisses down my neck and his head lifts up when he reaches to the valley of my chest. Looking into my eyes, he silently asks for approval. One nod is all it takes before he unclasps my bra and tosses it towards the dock, but it misses and washes away with the current.
His hand reaches around to cup my breast as he takes my other one into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak, he nips lightly before switching to the other side.
I throw my head back and moan. He has such a talented mouth—who knew?!
I grind my hips against him and I feel his erection, begging to be freed from his boxers.
“Dean,” I moan.
He kisses his way back up my chest and neck, until our lips meet again in a fiery kiss. I’ve never been so hot for a guy in all my life, and getting just a taste the other night simply wasn’t enough.
I arch my back. “Please…” I beg and grind against him with purpose.
“Please what, Angel?” he asks.
“I need to come, now!” I groan.
He tugs on the side of my panties and rips them clean off me.
“Holy hell, that was so fucking hot!” I exclaim. He laughs and kisses my lips tenderly.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in all my life. My dick is as hard as steel but I’m not going to take her—not here, not now. She deserves better, something special and planned out.
After ripping her panties, I toss them over my shoulder and reach between her legs. Finding her clit I rub pressured circles and I can tell she’s close. Pushing two fingers inside her, I instantly feel her squeezing me like a vice grip.
I’ve heard about people being so turned on that they come in their pants, but I’ve never known anyone that has happened to until this moment. I’m so close to losing it in my boxers and I’ve barely touched her. We need to stop as soon as she comes because if not, I’m not liable for what might happen afterwards.
I thrust my fingers in and out, and it doesn’t take long before she cries out my name.
Holy shit! That is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Ever.
I pull out my fingers and hold her tight as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm. Nesting her head in the crook of my neck, she pants heavily. When she comes down from her high, I set her on the dock, pull myself out of the water and sit next to her.
“Are you okay, Angel?” I whisper into her ear, before moving to place kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.
“I’m more than okay. That was… was…”
“Amazing,” I finish for her, and she nods and lies on her back with her hand resting under her head.
I stare at her naked form and watch as the beads of water start to evaporate.
Just when I think she’s about to pass out, she sits up and reaches for my dick. I nearly jump from the spot I’m in when her small hands touch me.
“Phoebe, I’ll take care of it later.” I try to stop her but she grips me harder.
She blinks a few times to adjust her eyes to the bright sun and pulls her knees up beneath her. She puts her hands on my chest and forces me to lie down.
“Why take care of it later when I can take care of it now?” she asks, and tugs at the hem of my boxers, sliding them down with ease.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to die. This is too much to handle.
She looks up at me through her blonde lashes. Her eyes draw me in just like every time, only this time it’s different. This look should be reserved for me—and me only.
I lay my head back and close my eyes. The sun beats down on my damp chest. I shiver when her tongue darts out and she places light licks along my shaft.
“Phoebe, I’m going to come any second,” I warn.
She giggles and the vibration makes my balls tighten.
Yep, I’m a fucking goner!
She places her lips around my cock and leans forward. As she takes in inch after inch it’s not long before my dick hits the back of her throat. I feel her swallow and lose it. I try to push her head back so I don’t choke her but she doesn’t budge. A second later, I’m in my own utopia. Nothing—and I mean nothing—has ever felt this amazing.
She sucks me dry before lifting her head and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
When I catch my breath I sit up, wrap her in my arms and kiss her forehead. I’m not letting this woman get away anytime soon.
“Darlin’ we have to get back before we miss dinner and my parents freak out, but I don’t want to let you go.” I loosen my grip but she doesn’t move.
“You’re right, we should probably get back.” She sighs and sits back on her heels, allowing me room to move.
There’s an awkward silence as we dress. I take her hand as we walk back to her car and I open the driver’s door for her. What do I say? Thank you? Your mouth is amazing?
She turns down the radio. “You know, this doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Yeah, sure.” I play it cool. I want everything to change but I know that won’t happen.
As soon as she puts the car in park, I hop out and head straight for the stable. I need to talk to Bo before we eat.
I can’t believe what I just did. I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but I’m definitely not acting like myself. Maybe it’s the Tennessee air that has me all flustered and not thinking straight. I try to avoid eye contact while we dress. On the short drive home, I don’t say a word, but what am I supposed to say? ‘Damn, Dean, you taste delicious?’
When I pull into the driveway Emily and Keith are waiting for us on the back patio. The table is covered with food and foil tents covering the plates to keep the food warm. I have to make it into the house without them noticing that I’m not wearing a bra.
I step out of my truck and smile, acknowledging them and acting as if nothing is wrong. I fold my arms over my chest and rush into the house. Once upstairs, I run a brush through my tangled hair and slip into a bra. I’m just pulling my shirt back over my head when I hear a faint knock at the door.
“Come in,” I call out.
Emily steps in with a grim look on her face. “Is everything all right, Phoebe?”
I give her a reassuring smile. “Of course it is, Em.”
She’s not buying it but lets me walk past her before following me downsta
irs. I step outside into the heat and fan myself with my hand. “It’s so hot out here.” I pause and wait for her to walk with me to the back patio.
“It sure is, sweet girl. As soon as you’re all better, you should go to the small lake in the back of the property. It’s nothing special but it’s a great way to cool down.”
I freeze when she mentions the lake. Shit! I can’t let her notice. The woman can read me like a book. “That sounds nice.” I avoid eye contact and look over my shoulder to see Dean returning from the stable. He’s switched out his infamous ball cap for a brown cowboy hat, and he looks so damn hot. I lick my dry lips and watch him walk across the lawn with his gaze focused on me. I give him a quick smile and turn my attention back to Emily and Keith as he takes the seat across from me.
After dinner, the four of us sit back and relax. Emily always seems to cook enough food to feed an army. Dean and I try to act as normal as possible, it kind of hard, especially after what happened just a couple of hours ago but Keith and Emily don’t suspect a thing.
Little do they know.
I vow that today I will get things back on track, and not let anything get in the way of work. I’m spreading feed around for the chickens when my dad walks up.
“Hey, son,” he pats my shoulder. “They’ve totaled the old pick up so it looks like you get yourself a new truck… well, new to you.”
“Great.” I say flatly.
“What’s going on with you lately, boy? Ever since we brought Phoebe home, you’ve been acting strange. Going out and getting drunk, hanging out with dem boys, and you been actin’ weird around Phoebe.” He leans against the wooden post and crosses his arms over his chest.
I toss the last bit of feed onto the ground and watch the chicken’s race towards it and peck at the dirt. “Nothing’s going on. Since the accident I’ve just been thrown off a little. Things will get back to normal, starting today. No more distractions.” I promise.
“That’s good to hear. I need you focused if you want to show me that you’re capable of taking over the farm.” He pats my back with a satisfied smile and walks away without another word.
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