“Damn Dagny. You’re still wet as hell,” I smirk. “So I take it the answer is a yes?”
“Yes, Liam,” she purrs. “Wherever. However. Whenever. Oh, God.”
She glares back at me, her eyes sparkling, half open. She reaches between my legs and grabs me, albeit a little clumsily.
“God damn, Liam,” she smiles. “Really? You think you can go again?”
I grin but don’t say anything. Haley breathes hard, staring back at me with her mouth hanging open. Her chest presses against me and I can feel her heart thump like a drum. I can definitely go again, but right now I’m in the mood for something else. I want to hear what kind of noise she makes when I give her the second treatment of the night.
“Dagny, you know better’n that. You’ve been spending too much time around that city dick. Those motherfuckers are all cooped up in their apartments watching a little too much porno, they lose their stamina when a hot as shit girl with a great ass and a phenomenal set of tits ends up right in front of them. You better get used to it, honey.”
The look in her eyes is total surrender as I guide her to the side of the couch. I turn her around, yank her skirt up her back, and pull her panties down.
“Spread your legs for me, Haley.”
“Okay,” she purrs, and for fucking once I notice there’s a softness in her voice. The rigidness, the bitterness is tamed, at least for a moment.
I put my hands on her cheeks, spread her legs as best I can, and dive in with my tongue. She leans forward and puts her hands on the couch to keep from falling down.
She quivers while I bury my tongue in her pussy, flicking it on her clit. Her moans become soft, short, and sweet. I growl a little bit, sending vibrations through her core via my vocal chords. I’m hard as fuck, so turned on by the cute little noises she makes.
Haley may have a laundry list of reasons to be mad at the world. Hell, behind her bitch shield she might be as fucked up and bitter as I am. But right now, in this moment, she’s totally at my whim as I twist my tongue inside her.
I reach up with one hand and massage her breast while my tongue is still inside her. Her groans grow louder, though I still love how downright vulnerable they sound. It’s like her demons are being exorcised or something.
She seems to have settled into her rhythm, so I bring my hand back, release her from my tongue’s grasp for a moment, and force two of my fingers inside her.
She lets out a hot as fuck guttural moan as my digits take up the space inside her and curl back onto her sweet spot.
“Oh God. Oh God, Liam!”
I love how her thighs quiver while I curl into her. Yeah, I’ve found her fucking spot, but my dick is throbbing, aching to slam balls deep inside her wet cunt.
I reach my other hand down to my cock and grip it, making it slick with Haley’s juices.
Natural fucking lube.
The scent of sex, pleasure, and everything that’s wrong with this one night stand fills my nostrils. Her legs tremble and I curl my fingers harder. Deeper. Back to the spot I can tell makes her engine purr.
Hours ago, Haley was a complete stranger to me.
Now, I’m stroking my cock back and forth as I finger her from behind.
“Liam!!” She cries out. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming so hard.”
Her voice is nearly musical as she speaks, breathy, drained from her orgasm.
I growl as I latch on to her voice. Making an innocent girl come has me on the brink of my orgasm too.
“Oh,” She moans. “Oh my gosh, Liam.”
I stand up partially, still curling my thick fingers into her as she comes, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
Fuck. I didn’t mean to--but I can’t help it.
I’m on the brink, too.
“Fuck Haley, I’m about to come.”
“Do it, come on my ass.” She begs breathily, coming down from her orgasm.
Maybe I don’t know her that well yet, but I fucking love how dirty Haley is.
She’s almost a match for me.
Her orgasm finished, I double clutch my cock and look down at her as I shoot ropes over her cheeks.
When it’s over she looks up at me, her eyes hazy with lust.
“So I take that as a yes?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Dagny?”
She closes her eyes and lets her head down onto the couch cushions.
“You’re coming to the wedding with me.”
I wipe the sweat off my brow.
Haley is absolutely batshit crazy if she thinks inviting me to a wedding is a good idea. But hell, after that, there is no fucking way I can pass this up. At the very least, we’ll have some more of this crazy sex.
“Fuck, yeah I’ll go. Just remember Haley. Whenever. Wherever.”
She pulls her body up to stand next to me. I can feel the chills pass over my body.
“So, in return for being my date, you basically want me to be your sex slave?” She grins.
I pull her head into mine and kiss her hard. “Sure.” I say. “Whatever you want to call it. You’re mine while we’re doing this. Whatever this crazy thing is.”
Chapter Seven
Haley
I wake up the next morning in Liam’s bed to the sound of a single bird chirping. I sit up, rub my face, and take in the tranquility of the country.
Liam’s not next to me, where he fell asleep, and a strange feeling passes over me, one that I’m not easily able to articulate. It’s as though there is a kind of strange sound in the background. And then it hits me. The strange sound is the sound of silence.
For the last decade of my life I’ve lived in New York City, I’ve rarely had a silent morning. There’s the fact that I lived with two roommates for much of the time. And with all of the trains in the city, I’m so used to ambiant noise that it’s actually strange to me that I don’t hear anything.
The absence of white noise can be deafening. But I could also get used to this.
I stretch my arms up high and turn my body to plant my feet on the floor.
That’s when I hear the first human sound of the day: Liam screaming and grunting.
The noise is so loud the house shakes. In my booty shorts and t-shirt, I run down the stairs, half in a panic. Liam sounds hurt, but it also sounds a little like the grunting I heard last night in the shop.
I follow his voice to the the garage and I finally find the source of the yelling.
Liam has a set of weights in his garage on the side opposite his truck. Shirtless, he grips the bar of what looks to be a million pounds on the bench press while he thrusts the weight into the air as if it were a feather, doing rep after rep, and making a loud as hell grunt every time he does so.
“Huh. Huh. Huh.” He says, and I note he sounds a lot like a man in training for the military at the end of his rep.
I lean against the doorframe, enjoying the fact that Liam can’t see me for a moment.
The man is so damn muscular, he looks like one of those guys in the movie about those Spartan warriors. Maybe he would have been better off living back at that time, too. Instead, he’s trapped in a garage lifting iron weights. I bet he would have liked to be in the original olympics.
I knew Liam was jacked yesterday, but in the daylight, the fullness of his muscles show themselves.
The man is a beast.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” he yells as he struggles with the bar on his final rep. His breaths are short. I rush to the bar to help him.
“Jesus Liam, how much weight is on here?”
His only response is to growl, bare his teeth, and release a loud rageful yell. I pull up just a little bit on the weight, not much, but enough to get it up and rack it back onto the holder.
When he’s done, his chest rises and falls, and he closes his eyes.
“What the hell was that?” I ask. “You okay? Why are you lifting so much weight?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be?” He snaps as he sits up and leans his body forwar
d, fists clenched.
I shrug. “Are you training for the olympics? I just don’t see what the point of lifting all that weight is. It’s almost like you’re…”
“Like I’m what?” He parrots. He stands up and faces me, jaw flexed. He really is a hulking figure.
I swallow. Shoot, I might be OCD myself, but clearly this man has some unresolved issues.
And I don’t think seven a.m. on a Monday is the time to confront them.
“Nothing.” I say. “Forget I said anything.”
“Dagny.” He drawls, drawing my body into his. “What’s going through your mind?”
His chest is sweaty, a little sticky as I touch his tattoos.
“Let’s just drop it.” I whisper as he slides his hand down my back and lower, cupping my ass.
“Ever been fucked in a garage before?” He winks.
A shiver runs through me. It’s not even noon, and he’s already thinking about screwing me.
What a change in mentality from my last relationship. “No, I--Liam, please.”
He smirks and drops his hands from my body. When he lets go, I wish he hadn’t. I love the way his rough hands feel on my soft skin. When he drops them away, it feels like a passive punishment.
Liam pauses in the door frame, presses his hands against it, and half turns his head to glance behind at me.
“Haley. I...” he trails off a little bit. I ruffle my brow a little.
“You what?”
He clears his throat. “It’s probably time we hit the road. If I’m going with your crazy ass to this thing, we better be going. And I still need to go grab your car and fix it. We’ll take it to the shop, switch out the water pump and get going. I guess I’m okay with taking that ridiculous looking thing. Truth is it probably gets better gas mileage than my truck if we’re going all the way to Iowa. You want to come with while I’m fixing it up?”
“I think I might have a look around this town, if that’s okay. It reminds me a little bit of where I grew up.”
“Where’d you grow up?”
“Boone, North Carolina.”
“Wow. So a country girl originally.”
He nods and furrows his brow a little. “Yeah, I guess. When I was little.”
“Alright. I’ll drop you off at the shop and you can walk around from there. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. Are you...going to pack a bag?”
He rolls his eyes a little. “Don’t worry, Dagny. I may be a grungy mechanic, but I promise. I clean up real nice.” He winks.
While Liam is grabbing the car with the tow truck, I have a walk around the downtown area of Blackwell.
After last night’s rainfall, the flowers are bright everywhere I go. I meander down Main Street--yes, Main Street! Could this be any more of a typical small town? In a way, I feel like I’m transported back to the 1950s as I walk through.
I turn down a random side street off Main, and I run into an old bar called “The Watering Hole.”
It looks like it’s straight out of a Clint Eastwood movie.
I keep walking, stretching my legs, and eventually I pass a University. Although it’s the middle of summer, I see a few odd students lounging on the quads, reading, and I smile.
Maybe I was a little harsh on Blackwell last night. It doesn’t seem like such a bad place. And actually, it reminds me a lot of the first twelve years of my life, when I grew up in Boone in the mountains before my dad moved our family to New York.
Sixteen years later, those first twelve years of my life seem like a dream from another era, when life was peachy and things were simple. Back in Boone, my biggest worry was what color socks to wear to my softball games. Did I want my regular lucky socks, or my extra lucky socks?
Ah yes, the decisions of the golden years.
I come to a stoplight, though there are no cars around. There’s a big, empty field of grass on one corner, and across from it a building on the corner with chains around it.
A sign on the door says “Foreclosed - for sale.”
Something about the building puts me into a trance, though I’m not immediately sure why. It’s walls are sprinkled red brick, and both sides of the place are lined with garage doors, a curious architecture.
I peer inside, see a table and two chairs.
A kid on a bike rolls by, the only other human I’ve seen since I got to this corner, and something triggers an old memory of mine from Boone.
When I was little, every Sunday my Grandmother would take me to brunch. My sister Jade always had ballet practice on Sundays, but I wasn’t balanced enough or coordinated enough to be in ballet, apparently. So it was just my grandmother and me, together, chewing the fat.
I smile, thinking about what I told my grandmother back then, and how true my words had become. I told her I wanted to be a waitress some day, because I loved how bright and cheery our server Marta always was. And I wanted to be the one who gives little kids waffles and bacon.
I laugh out loud, alone on the sidewalk, because my dream of being a server did kind of come true. After a couple of years of college, I dropped out so I wouldn’t go further into debt, and fell into a good gig as a cocktail waitress making more than most college grads. Then I met who I thought would be my husband, and life seemed too good to be true.
And it was. Because dreams--they’re a dangerous thing to have and to hold on to. Having dreams means you have expectations.
And as my ex, Jack, taught me, expectations will always let you down.
I take a deep breath and step back, assessing the place. I’m no professional, but this place looks amazing from the outside.
In a silly, daydreaming fantasy, I see myself buying the place, and being the one who brings the waffles to the little girls and the grandmothers of this town. I’d find a nice, handsome man, maybe an ex-military man. Why not? This is my fantasy.
I snap a picture of the ‘number to call’ for the property. I don’t even know why I do that. I’m almost literally laughing out loud at my own ridiculousness and aptitude to be swept away in day dreams when Liam swings by. He looks a little ridiculous driving the Mini Cooper, he’s so giant.
He pulls over and stops next to me.
“What’s so funny, City Girl?” He grins.
“I could tell you. But you’ll just make fun of me.” I say as I get in the car. I give him a funny look. “How’d you find me anyways?”
He smirks. “Wasn’t too hard. I just ask a couple of hooligans on their bikes where the pretty red-head is at. Those guys are the keepers of Blackwell, in case you didn’t know. And yes. I will make fun of you. But you should tell me anyways.”
Chapter Eight
Haley
Liam insists on driving my car the first leg of the trip, since he knows these rural roads.
After I tell Liam about my dream of starting a diner in a small town, he laughs, but surprisingly doesn’t make fun of me.
Instead, he asks if I grabbed the number of the property manager. I nod, and he has me dial the number. We find out the price of the place: ten thousand dollars.
That’s like a clearance sale compared to what a spot like that would cost in New York, but nevertheless, I’m not the kind of girl who just has ten thousand dollars socked away. Heck, I’m still paying off my damn student loans for a degree that I never even finished.
After we find out the price of that property, the ride turns quite silent, almost awkwardly so. I ask Liam if he wants to listen to music. He shakes his head. He likes to listen to the road, he says with his hands on the wheel, his face focused.
I smile a little, because while his behavior is a little peculiar to me, it’s true that I’ve never spent much time with a small town guy.
I pull out a book for a while and read it. It’s a romance novel about a girl from a city who ends up in a small town to care for her dying father. I have a lot in common with the female lead. Except, you know, for that happy ending thing.
I shut my book and let out a big sigh. As muc
h as I’m adopting to Liam’s tendencies, I’m not about to do the entire ten hour car ride in silence.
“What are you thinking about?” I finally ask Liam, breaking the silence.
“Nothing.” He replies.
“Oh, come on. It’s impossible to think about nothing. Even the Buddhist monks who are trained to clear their minds can’t think of nothing. The human brain must keep thinking. If your mind is totally clear, that’s considered enlightenment.”
He glances my way as the cornfields whip by on either side of the car on the two lane highway.
“Well consider me enlightened, honey,” he growls.
“So we’re just gonna not say a word to each other during our fake relationship other than when you’re giving me toe curling orgasms?” I snort.
He takes a big breath like he’s about to finally cave and give me some background on him.
“Yup.”
“No.” I retort. “I’m not going to stand for this. Look, Liam, I refuse to go the whole car ride and not talk with you. I’m not your fucking therapist and have no interest in that--trust me. But, I do think if you’re going to be my wedding date we had better get our basic story straight and learn a little about each other. Don’t you think?”
“No.”
“Dammit Liam, quit being such an asshole.”
“I am an asshole, though.” He smirks. “It’s one of my best qualities.”
I sigh. “The sad thing is, you remind me of my ex with how closed off you are. I guess I just attract your type.”
He rakes a hand through his hair. His eyes dart from side to side on the road, like he is experiencing some sort of internal struggle.
He clears his throat. “You want to chat? Fine. How about you tell me about your family.” He finally says, like it’s some kind of mortal struggle to get the words out.
I shake my head. “Because you sound so genuinely excited to learn about them.”
Eyes still half on the road, he turns his head a little and examines my body from head to toe with a side glance.
“Trust me. I’m curious as to what ridiculous set of events were put in motion which eventually resulted in you driving through Blackwell. Genuinely.” He says, his tone even. He returns his gaze to the road. “Work with me here, Haley. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Someone interrupted my quiet night to have me come fix her car in the pouring rain, and then, well, you know what else happened. It wasn’t my ordinary night. My mind may or may not be in a thousand places right now.”
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