by Amy J. White
I swallow the knot in my throat. Get it together. You just had an amazing orgasm. It’s just the remaining effects.
My eyes roam over Chaz’s body, down to those thick fingers he had in me moments ago. Okay, that’s a load of crap. It is definitely the total overwhelming sex appeal this god of a man is permeating the room with.
The next few days are agony. Chaz is gone with Ethan and Casey on their yearly deer hunt. Where they are, there is no cell phone reception which ruins any plans I have of texting Chaz or sending him dirty photos.
“Okay, what did he do to you?” Lilah Gaines, Casey’s wife and one of my best friends asks.
We’ve all managed to finally find the time to get together since Lilah and Ryley both had kids. I can tell they’re both tired, and relieved at the same time.
“What do you mean?” I turn my face away, knowing there has to be a hint of blush crossing over my cheeks in light of the heat I feel growing there.
Lilah rolls her eyes while Ryley covers a snicker. “You know exactly what I mean. Chaz. I know he’s in town and you’ve been practically drooling the whole time you’ve stared at your coffee.”
I know Lilah’s right. The whole time I’ve been with them, I can’t help but think about what happened in my kitchen or what nearly happened on the floor of said kitchen after we started on the cookies.
My mouth opens to answer her when another one of Buchanan’s gods walks through the front door of the café.
“Isn’t that Eric Stanton?” Ryley asks, finally breaking her silence.
Lilah and I focus on the sexy, strutting handyman.
“Yeah. Can you believe he’s still single?” Lilah says. “Guy as hot as that with no one but Betty trying to get into his pants? Have to feel sorry for him.”
Eric Stanton isn’t like many of the guys in Buchanan. Instead of getting together like many of them do, Eric focuses on his work of flipping houses and performing odd jobs for people around town.
He keeps to himself which makes him more appealing. Not the brooding type, more bookish. Especially when he wears his hipster glasses and lets his dark hair remain mussed instead of styled back.
“Shame.” Lilah says following a bite of her sandwich. “Hope someone snatches him up soon.”
We turn our attention back to me, leaving me wishing we kept focused on Eric.
“So, spill it. What’d he do?” Ryley asks.
That’s Buchanan. A small mountain town full of gossip where everyone knows everyone else’s business. Ryley’s mother is the worst, known as the town gossip.
My eyes avert to the floor, searching for any way to get them to focus on something else.
Think. Think about something to throw them off. “How are your kids doing?”
It works. At the same time, they both start blabbering about the phases their kids are in, their first words and when they learned how to crawl or stood up.
A covert “phew” emits from me and I listen intently, nodding and smiling when appropriate.
We finish up our lunches and proceed to go to Ryley’s to wait for the guys to return.
Ryley’s eyes soften when she says, “Why don’t you, Chaz, Lilah and Casey come to our house for a barbecue. We can catch up and show support since we know this is a hard time of the year for both of you.”
I like this idea. But the night won’t be finishing with barbecue. Not when I finally get Chaz naked in my bed, fulfilling his promise to me.
Chapter 7
Chaz
I drive my truck up to Ethan and Ryley’s in time for the barbecue Rachel texted me about the barbeque just as I got home from the hunting trip. Tonight is the night I decide to go one step further and something tells me by the way Rachel has been texting me the whole day, she feels the same.
After the barbecue, she plans to invite me back to her house. My heart pounds in a way that reminds me of the thundering hooves of a stag on the forest floor as I slowly drive my truck up the gravel pathway leading to Ethan’s ranch.
Sweat pools on my brow when my eyes drift to the mountain behind it. Keep it together. Think of Rachel.
The images forming in my mind of having that beautiful, curvaceous woman naked beneath me, her strawberry blonde hair spread across the sheets, full mouth open and waiting for me to take it. Images of her thicker thighs spreading to reveal the treasure between them slowly push away memories of loss and pain.
I know now without any doubt she is what I need. What I need to end this. To end the years of pain and silent agony.
The tires of the truck halt, and I cut the engine, staring up at Ethan’s house. Smells of barbecue are already drifting with the evening breezes.
Per Ethan’s request, I stopped at the local store to grab some beer.
Taking it from the passenger’s side, I kick open the door and start the trudge up what seems like foreign territory despite how many times I’d been in the past.
I follow the porch to the back where I hear laughing mixed with voices telling stories and jokes. A deep breath fills my lungs, leaving them before I go to join my oldest friends.
Lilah is sitting next to Casey on one of the wooden outdoor sofas; her face snuggled into his chest, a bright smile on her face. I have known them both for a long time, seen them at their lowest and I can’t help but smile at the brightness of the smile.
Ryley sits next to Ethan in a similar fashion as Lilah, her head angled to look at him.
My eyes roam to the woman sitting alone. It doesn’t take long for me to set the beer down, greet everyone and take my place next to Rachel where I know I belong.
What follows that night is nothing short of magical. We exchange stories and for the first time I’m not afraid to talk about Nick in ways that make me happy.
Rachel surprisingly tells jokes about how she and her sister did everything they could to stay out late. A few times it landed them in jail when they got too drunk for the legal limit.
I remember those times and enjoy them along with some of Ethan’s delicious barbecue.
By the time the get together is over, I feel exhausted and I know Rachel is too. I start to open my mouth, suggesting we wait until the following day before doing anything too strenuous.
Rachel’s finger meets my lips, her eyes smoldering in a message that is as clear as the night sky. She’s tired of waiting and she’s not going to.
A grin curves over my face as I devour her body with my eyes. “Fine. Let me put these leftovers in the refrigerator. You go on up to the bedroom and wait.”
Rachel doesn’t hesitate.
In the most adorable manner – similar to a playful fox bounding in the snow – Rachel romps up the stairs to her room.
My dick is so hard at this point in time; I’m not sure how much foreplay it can handle before it has to bury itself in Rachel’s velvet folds.
As I approach her room, I hear the rushing sounds of water from the bathroom, curious as to why Rachel’s turned it on. No way she wants to shower. Not until we’ve had sex dirty enough to warrant one.
I approach the bathroom door to find Rachel standing in the large all-glass shower. Her back is turned towards me, offering me the perfect view of her bare ass.
When she notices me, she looks over her shoulder, her tongue peeking out to play across her full lips.
Ah, I see. My little minx wants sex in the shower. It doesn’t sway my resolve and I quickly undress, tracing a finger over the glass as I walk towards the door, opening it and closing the space between us with haste.
My tongue spears into Rachel’s mouth, tasting every bit of her I can get to. Hands run down both our sides to our hips. Mine move behind Rachel, cupping her ass, squeezing it and making her groan.
It takes seconds for me to spin her around. The cheeks of her ass cradling my painfully hard cock.
“Rach, I can’t wait. Not anymore.” My words come between labored breaths.
Rachel smiles and I know she is giving me the permission I need.
Leading her hands to
rest against the wall, I place a kiss along her jaw, guiding her to lean in position for me.
Another moan escapes her as I guide the tip of my cock to her opening, feeling it already hot and slick, waiting for me.
We don’t bother with a condom, there’s no point. I want to fill her womb with my seed. And he belly with my child.
Holding her hips still, I slam my hips forward, burying my full cock inside her.
“Ah!” She shouts.
“Shh…,” I murmur into her ear, leaning in until my chest is flush against her back. Once I’m sure she is comfortable, I begin to move, riding her slowly at first, getting her body used to the thickness of my cock.
With each thrust – both quick and slow – I feel us becoming more in tune with one another. Rachel starts moving her hips in time with mine, taking me further inside her.
“Chaz,” She says breathlessly.
I reply with a kiss to her mouth, one of my hands cradling her throat as I take her a little faster, my orgasm teetering on the edge of a knife.
At one point, I’m not sure which breath belongs to whom until Rachel screams “harder,” sending me to pounding relentlessly into her.
The hand at her throat goes to her clit, making her scream as I rub it.
That’s right, baby. I want you to feel all of this. Take all of me. On a roaring shout, I bury myself into her, my cock pumping my cum deep inside her. She pushes back, bringing my balls flush with her ass.
Sweet euphoria overtakes me and I am so glad I decided to come back this year.
Epilogue
Rachel
I sit in front of the vanity staring at myself. It reminds me of the white wood vanity that Sandra and I spent hours in front of on our sleepovers with friends. My hair is done up in the style my sister always loved to put it up in while we sat on the couch watching cartoons.
I can still hear her laughing when she demands I stay still while she weaves the wild tresses of my hair into a formal bun at the top of my head. The kind with the braids wrapping around the sides and up to the crown.
“You look like a princess ready for her Prince Charming,” She’d say, then laugh again.
The veil I’ve chosen drifts like a ghostly specter over the back of my head, down the back of the dress Ryley is helping me fasten and tie.
Ryley and my eyes meet in the mirror. “What’s the matter? You should be so happy, it’s your wedding day!”
I put on the facet of a smile, remembering the overwhelming joy I felt when the man of my dreams dropped on a knee in front of everyone at the Choc N’Chip and asked me to marry him.
Still, no one can blame me for how I feel.
Knowing I lived through our father’s relentless abuse to make it this far and that Sandra didn’t bites at me, nagging me with a hint of guilt.
“I know. I am, Ryley. It’s just…”
“Sandra?”
I know I didn’t have to tell Ryley. She knew my sister as well as I did. The two of them often talked long hours into the night, mostly it was Ryley crying her eyes out over not being able to tell Ethan how she felt.
“You can’t keep blaming yourself, Rach. You know as well as I do that Sandy wouldn’t want this. You’ve wanted this man for years. If anything, the two of you are destined souls, each one suffering the same things.”
Trying not to laugh at her sudden new age thought, I say, “Yeah, we are perfect aren’t we?”
Ryley nods.
Lilah, who has observed from the silence of her perch next to the make-up table, speaks up, “Don’t go crying on us. Not after that amazing make-up job I just did on you.”
We all laugh. I know they’re right. Today is a day for me to be happy.
To let go of the sad past and begin a happy future with Chaz.
I thank them and they walk with me to the door of the small church that leads into the auditorium.
My heart thunders in my chest and for a brief moment, I question whether or not I’m making the right choice. I dismiss the thought quickly, chocking it up to pre-wedding jitters.
Music of an organ bellows from beyond the door.
Since I have no one to walk me down the aisle, Ethan and Casey have happily offered their services, but I go with someone unexpected.
Eric Stanton takes my arm, smiling at me. “Thanks for asking. I didn’t even know you knew about me.”
“Oh shush. If it weren’t for your hard work, the Choc N’Chip wouldn’t look as amazing as it does. Besides,” I say on a wink. “It’s lucky to walk the bride down to her groom. Maybe we’ll finally get a woman for you.”
Eric chuckles one of the most adorable chuckles I’ve ever heard.
The doors open, revealing something I didn’t expect.
Neither Chaz nor I have any remaining family, but the whole town has piled into the small enclosure.
Chaz stands at the pulpit, his eyes smoldering flames, promising the best night I’ll ever have after we finish here. The slight tick in his shoulder doesn’t go unnoticed and I know he feels the exact same way about all of the surprise guests.
Behind me Ryley sniggers. “Sorry, you know my mom. When she heard you didn’t have anyone on your guest list besides a few people, she blasted the newspapers and everything.”
My mouth threatens to drop, but I hold it shut, shaking my head.
Eric walks me down the aisle to where Chaz waits.
My future husband holds out his hand, which I take and let him guide me to stand in front of him.
The reverend begins speaking. I don’t hear him in light of the future staring me in the eyes.
I never considered myself overly beautiful with strawberry blonde hair, slight hints of freckles and thicker features, but by the heat in Chaz’s eyes, I know none of that matters.
We both say our “I dos” and sneak away to the reception where we don’t stay long.
Chaz’s truck waits behind the church. We use a back door to make a run for it to a bed & breakfast where we make love multiple times during the night.
Epilogue
Chaz
2 Years Later
“Daddy, Emma won’t let me play with it!!” Justin whines about his twin sister refusing to let him play with a stuffed bear she got for her birthday.
When I married Rachel, I never foresaw being a mostly stay at home father of two rambunctious kids. Let alone twins.
Christmas is a busy time for Rachel. She spends long hours at the Choc N’Chip getting ready for massive amounts of deliveries – both personal and for local events.
After finishing things up with my previous house, I moved us to a small home near the mountain and lake. It was hard – hell, still is – to be near the place my brother died, but Rachel insisted on buying it, admiring its being the perfect place to raise twins.
It’s true. The kids have plenty of front and back yard to run around in with the dogs safely and with the beautiful shady trees; it doesn’t get too hot in the summer.
I started my own business, partnering with Eric Stanton in a house flipping business and real estate. On the days I have to go somewhere or travel, we have Ryley’s mom and dad watch the kids, letting them play with Ryley and Lilah’s kids.
Another pot of coffee goes on to brew as I rub my eyes, thinking it’s too early for the munchkins to be causing such a ruckus.
“Chill you two or Santa might bypass the house this year,” I say.
Wide, disappointed eyes stare back at me. I swear Emma’s are going to start running the water works any moment.
In the background, SpongeBob’s Christmas plays for what I surmise is the millionth time. At least it’s not the purple dinosaur or the big yellow bird. Those two creeped me out as a kid.
While the coffee brews, I stare out the window above the sink at the hillside where so many hurtful memories used to dwell.
What would you think of your niece and nephew, Nick? I know they’d love you as much as I do, brother.
“Papa! Will you make pancakes? Ch
ristmas pancakes!” I turn to see the twins standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Emma has her hands behind her back, her turquoise dress billowing out with each turn of her hips, tiny toes turned in onto themselves.
In looks she is almost exactly like Rachel. Her hair is a darker shade of strawberry – more like black cherry – in color with eyes mirroring her mother’s. Rounded features make up her face and her pug nose draws up.
I walk over to her, heart full of joy. “So you want Christmas pancakes, huh?”
She giggles when I pick her up and poke her baby chubby stomach. “Yes!”
“Alright. But remember this the next time you don’t share toys with your brother.”
I put her down and proceed to prepare things for the full breakfast when my phone rings. Nothing is sizzling in the skillets yet so I cross the small room to see my beautiful wife’s face lighting up the screen.
Putting it to my ear, I say, “Hey babe. How’s my girl this morning?”
Rachel responds with a giggle. “Aww, you’re so cute when you talk all syrupy to me.”
The tone in her voice tells me syrupy talk isn’t the only thing on her mind. I ask her what’s up.
“Well, turns out I’m being kicked out early today and Ryley wants to know if she can have the kids. You in?”
My heart flips a one-eighty. It’s been so long since Rachel and I have been able to be alone.
One of our favorite places to have sex is on the couch, which doesn’t happen too often anymore.
When I say nothing, Rachel continues. “I love it when you’re stunned silent. Be home soon.”
Turns out the pancakes are going to have to wait.
Ryley and Ethan arrive promptly at 6pm. They don’t stay long, promising to bring the kids back late on Sunday, giving me and Rachel two full days without Emma and Justin running around our feet.
I waste no time in heaving her thick thighs up around my hips to take her to the couch where I proceed to remove her clothes. “Naked. I want you naked, right now.”