by Ashley Lyn
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
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Dedication
For Mom
"You Are My Sunshine"
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
-Love you Mom
Sugar Honey Iced Tea
Of all the things I’ve had the joy of indulging in after moving into Luke’s house is music. The woods, although serene, do not have Beyoncé, or the ‘Single Ladies.’
Ali and Luke helped me move into town almost a week ago, and it’s been the single best week of my life. I was feeling so unsettled and lonely; trying to hold onto the way my parents had lived. Moving to town? People stop by all the time to chat and bring food. It’s so awesome!
Today will be my first adventure out of the house. I’m due at Bailey’s in about an hour to fill out paperwork. I’m equal parts excited and terrified. For one, I have never had a job, and two, I’m not used to being around so many people.
My limited wardrobe is all in the dryer, so dancing in the nude is on tap for today, until I have to leave for Bailey’s Bar. I'm smiling so wide, I feel like my cheeks might crack. I dance my way into the living room to RuPaul’s Supermodel.
I attempt to twerk, and suspect I fail miserably.
The front door slams open and smacks against the wall. I scream and turn so fast, I almost bust my buns.
“MOTHER OF PEARL!” I scream.
Parker is standing in my doorway, covered from head to toe in mud, leaves, and sticks. For a split second, fury mottles his face, until he gets a look at the goods. Squeaking, I drop to the floor behind the couch. My heart’s pounding so hard, I think it's going to force its way right out of my chest. Slowly, I put my hands on the back of the couch and peek over, finding myself nose to nose with Parker.
Grabbing the pillow off the floor, I smack him right in the face. Jumping up, I run to the office and close the doors. I lean against them, hands to my burning cheeks, when I hear him chuckle. I glance over my shoulder and realize belatedly that the office doors are clear glass.
Sliding my hands around my back, I cover my buns. Pissed, I stomp my foot to the floor in frustration.
“Get out, Parker!”
“Not happening, darlin’. We’re having a come to Jesus meeting.”
“No, go away. I need to get dressed.”
“All right. I’m going to take a shower, and your cute little ass better be sitting here when I get out. I’m serious, Amy. I’ve spent the last two days in the fucking woods, lost as hell looking for you. Then, when I find my way back, I hear you’ve been living in town for a damn week!”
“Fine, Parker. I’ll see you later.”
Like heck. My butt will be long gone by the time Parker gets back. I giggle a little bit, thinking about the look on his face when he gets back here, only to find me gone. I turn around to open the door and head to the laundry room, and come to an abrupt halt.
Parker’s still here, and he’s taking his clothes off.
His abs come into view first as he pulls his shirt over his head. It’s a glorious sight to behold. My fingers twitch to trace each defined bump. Nipples. The light brown, flat discs have metal bars through them, and my mouth waters for a taste. His hands go to his button-fly pants and pops the whole line in an angry jerk. Commando. I can see the head of his dick, and sweet baby Jesus, there’s more metal.
I try my best to cross my legs and keep them clamped shut. Do I look ridiculous, trying to stand here with my hands on my hips and my legs crossed? What happened to all the oxygen? My lungs are screaming. I take a deep breath and a moan of pure want escapes.
He peels his pants all the way down his legs, toes off his boots and stands there. In my kitchen. Completely naked. Hands on his hips, like a proud peacock, he turns and heads to my bathroom.
I watch his ass until he’s out of sight.
Without his overwhelmingly naked presence, my brain comes back online. I make my way to the laundry room unhurried, and oddly calm. I pull clothes out of the dryer, get dressed, and make my way to the kitchen. I see his keys on the counter and smile. Snatching them up, I wait until the water turns on and head outside. I have to jump a bit to get into his truck. Once I’m comfortable, I put the key in the ignition and turn it, starting the engine. I laugh. I have never been happier that Ali taught me how to drive when she "borrowed" Margo’s car when we were sixteen. The police officer in my shower might have a problem with it, though, considering I don’t have a license. Laughing a bit at that thought, I gun the engine and make my way out of the driveway and head for Baile
Parker
Stepping out of the shower, I know without even looking that my little woodland sprite has fled the coop. Grabbing the bag I left by the back door, I get dressed and take my dirty clothes into the kitchen. Sticking them in the washer and starting it up, I sweep up the mess in the kitchen and turn around to grab my truck keys. Looking at the counter and not finding them, I look around on the floor, then the living room. No keys.
Jerking open the front door, I stand in stunned silence. I cannot believe that brat stole my truck!
My palm starts to itch with the thought of how I want to use it on her pert little ass. Hands on my hips, I drop my chin to my chest. I can’t help the grin that takes over my lips.
Pulling out my cell phone, I text Ali, thinking it’s the one place she would have gone.
Parker: Any idea where my wayward sprite is?
Ali: Why would you ask me where your soda is? I’m not the babysitter of your carbonated beverages!
Parker: Amy. I’m looking for Amy.
Ali: Why would you call her a sprite?
Parker: That doesn’t matter right now, Ali. Is she at your house?
Ali: I’m not at home.
Parker: Ali, please.
Ali: I’m on my way to POUND TOWN! 8======3~~~
Parker: *Gag* Please, Ali.
Ali: I don’t think I want to tell you.
Parker: She stole my truck.
Ali: LMFAO!!!!
Parker: Not funny.
Ali: She’s at the bar, filling out paperwork for a job.
Parker: Fuck!
Ali: Good Luck.
Bailey’s is too far to walk to, so it looks like I’m settling in for a wait. After t
wo days of sleeping in a sleeping bag, a little nap in her bed sounds great. No way in hell am I leaving.
Lying on my back with my hands behind my head, I think about when I first met little Miss Amy. I moved here and took the position of sheriff about four years ago. I was hoping that this small town would help quiet my demons, and then she walked into my office. Her clothes had so many holes, there was hardly anything to them. Her pale blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head. The grief and desolation in her beautiful blue eyes was overwhelming. The tears sliding down her dirty cheeks left white lines through her dirt stained face, and to this day, the image makes my stomach turn.
When she told me that her father had committed suicide, and that she wasn’t sure what to do, my heart just broke. I rushed to the office and got her some water, wet wipes, and tissues. When I asked her for her address, I was shocked when she told me she would have to show me because she and her father lived at a campsite.
We drove to the edge of the forest where we had to take a two-hour hike to get there. When she stopped abruptly, I had to put my hands on her shoulders and was shocked at how slight she felt under my hands. She jerked away from me and put her back to a tree, waving her hand in a general direction. She slid down the tree and buried her head between her knees.
Carefully, I made my way through the mostly empty site. The tents were old and patched, pots and pans dented and worn, and hardly any food. I found her father just outside of the main camp, sitting up against a tree, chin on his chest and a hole in his head. When I took this job, I was running hard and fast from the image of my girlfriend in this same position. It was so eerily familiar that my mind kept flashing to the picture of Tes.
Tes and I had only been dating for a couple months when I came home and found her on my couch, chin to her chest, and my 9mm on the floor.
Not once in the short time I had known her did I ever sense something was wrong. For months, I felt so damn guilty. At the urging of her parents, I started seeing a counselor. It was one of the best things I ever did for myself, and continue to do today.
After that night, I no longer saw the image of Tes, but of Amy, with her handmade clothes and muddy, tearstained cheeks.
I tried so hard to get her to come home with me or someone else in town. She finally agreed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, while I was busy with the coroner, it was as if she melted back into the forest. One minute she was there, and the next she was gone. It was months before I caught sight of her again.
Over the past two years, that ragged looking girl has turned into an unbelievably sexy woman; one that I intend to marry. Letting my eyes drift close, I briefly wonder if sleeping in her bed will backfire on me.
Amy
Never in my life have I been so exhausted. I was just supposed to go fill out paperwork and get a tour. It turned into an all-nighter when Ali called and begged Cleo to bring her and Luke dinner.
Jerking open the door, I stumble inside. Flinging Parker’s keys on the side table, I strip as I make my way to the laundry room. I pull my favorite pajamas out of the laundry basket on the floor and get dressed for bed on autopilot. Shuffling into my bedroom, I fall face-first on the bed and get a face full of dick.
Parker jackknifes off the bed and cups his wounded crotch. I’m trying to work up a good mad at finding him in my bed, but I just can’t. Pulling the comforter over my head, I snuggle down and attempt to drift off.
I say “attempt” because before I can slip into dreamland, Parker is sliding in behind me. Pulling me over, he snuggles up to me with his arm around my waist.
“First thing in the morning I’ll find my mad, and we’re going to fight this out because right now, I’m too tired.”
I wiggle back into his warmth. His hand glides up to my chest and cups my boob, but I’m too tired to care at this point. Then it's lights out for me.
Parker
After the pain in my gut from her nailing my nuts with her face subsided, I was shocked to find her dead asleep next to me in the ugliest pajamas in history—thick flannel, with big purple and green flowers covering her from head to toe. Lifting up the comforter, I peek down at the beautiful woman next to me and laugh when she jerks the blanket back over her head. How she can sleep with her head completely covered is beyond me.
Rolling her over, I tangle my legs with hers and she stuffs her face under my chin. I kiss her forehead and consider cupping my dick when I think about her waking up in my arms.
Shut the Front Door!
Amy
More often than I care to admit, I wake up with naughty dreams of Parker at the forefront of my mind. This is the best dream to date. Parker’s in my bed, warm and naked. I can feel his hands running up my sides to my breasts, then palming them in his big hands.
I slide my hand into his sandy blond hair and arch my back, trying to get closer. I feel the nip of teeth through my pajamas and pain mixes with pleasure, causing my eyes to fly open.
My knees come up and I try to roll off the bed. Instantly, my hands are over my head and the jackass is sitting on my legs.
“Nope. I’m not getting nut punched again, Amy. You keep those lethal knees to yourself.”
“Get the fudge off me, you big lug.”
He lets go of my hands and slides down, taking care to keep my legs together with his. Leaning back, he tries to unbutton my pajamas but can’t. It’s likely because I keep smacking his hands away.
“Parker, please.”
“Please what, Amy?”
“Please, get off me.”
“I’ll get you off, baby, I promise. Just as soon as I figure out the buttons on this god-awful sack you’re wearing.”
“That’s not what I meant, you butt nugget.”
“The fact that you never say naughty words is such a turn on.”
He sits back on his heels, looking utterly frustrated with my pajamas.
“Stop glaring at my poor pajamas.”
He leans down and rests his forehead between my breasts. Suddenly, I’m being flipped over and I’m on top of him. “If you promise not to leave, I’ll let go.”
I can’t help it. I look down and see his pierced penis peeking over the top of his boxers. I want to cry. Looking up at him, I nod, and he leans back, placing his hands behind his head.
Putting my hands on my hips, I glare, trying to project how flipping irritated I am right now.
“Parker, this is just…what the fudge are you doing in my bed!” My talkative hands go flying around in the air.
“Sleeping with my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.”
“Course you are.” His panty-melting grin pops out and my resolve falters a bit.
“Nope.”
“Yup.”
“Shut it, Parker.”
“Look, baby, we’ve been dancing around this for about a year now. More so over the last couple months. I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember, and I'm sick and tired of waiting. You’re living in town now, and this is the perfect time for us to get to know each other. Just give me—give us—a chance, baby. Please.” His hands come down and start sliding up my legs. I immediately stiffen. I haven’t shaved in weeks. My legs are very Chewbaccaesque.
“You’re a butthead.”
“Talk dirty to me, baby.” His hands slide to my hips and he bucks up, rolling his erection against me like a smooth wave that has me gasping.
Bracing my hands on his stomach, I jump up and make a beeline for the bathroom, just as someone starts knocking on the door.
“Amy, it's Ali! Where are you?”
“Go the fuck away, Ali,” Parker yells.
Ali starts pounding on the door, screaming, and I can’t help but laugh at the tortured growl Parker lets out.
Quickly, I snag my robe and head out to let the lunatic on my porch in the house.
I crack open the front door and stick my red face out. “What are you doing out here? Seriously, Ali, this is not an Olympic porn tryout.”
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Steven comes in with Ali, and immediately starts to clean, picking up the pillows on the floor and straitening the knickknacks on my side tables. Ali takes a seat on the couch, looking like Cleopatra herself. She’s decked out in gold from head to toe—gold eye makeup, gold shimmer tank top, gold shorts, and gold ballet flats.
She grins at me. “Get dressed. We’re taking you shopping.”
I shake my head no. I truly appreciate everything she’s done for me, which is more than she should have, but I know darn good and well she’ll dress me up like Malibu Barbie.
“Jesus, Ali, what did you do? Raid your moms’ closets? You're liable to blind someone with all that gold you got on.”
Steven laughs, and Ali throws all the pillows Steven just picked up all over the floor. He then proceeds to throw them all back at her. When they stop and get real quiet, I look over my shoulder and find Parker in his uniform pants. His work shirt is open, flashing his tempting tummy.
He kisses me, then begins giving me Eskimo kisses. “What do you want for breakfast, Sprite?”
Opening my mouth to answer, I shut it when I realize I almost said you. “Toast and eggs would be excellent, but I can get it as soon as I get Ali back out the door.”
“I’m making breakfast, so you can get ready to go shopping.”
He smacks my ass, so I smack his back before I make my way to the bathroom. My world tilts as I’m thrown over his shoulder and dumped on the bed. He towers over me like a conquering Viking. “Go shopping. Get some new clothes, sexy pajamas, and don’t ever spank me again.” Giving me a hard kiss, he raises up and saunters out the door. Infuriating turd!
Getting in the shower, I’m determined to get this shopping business with Ali over and make sure I don’t come out looking like I walked off a Rhianna music video. My face heats again when I think about the sexy business from this morning. I thump my head on the shower wall, I’m so freaking embarrassed.
I promised myself that when I moved into town I would try new things and start new beginnings. I had hoped to start nice and slow, ease my way into things, but Parker’s blowing those ideas out of the water.