“If you are looking for Melanie, she isn’t here.”
“Kind of figured that out, honey. Mind telling me what’s going on and what has you looking like you’re ready to bite the head off a rattler?”
Harley huffed a breath. “Is it true you’re leaving? What did we do that got you in such a hurry to hightail it out of here so soon?”
“Shit.”
“Is it true?”
“Hell no, it’s not true.”
Harley let out a long breath. “T, you’d better head over to her house. She’s pretty upset, believing you’ve been lying to her.” She shook her head, looking worried. “Can’t tell you what her mood will be. She’ll either hit you with something or bawl all over you. Take your pick.”
Things sure could go to hell and back pretty damn quick. Eating up the distance between the site of the street dance and where he’d parked his truck, he considered what Mel must be thinking of him and just wanted to spit. He didn’t want cause her even one second of misery and until this moment he didn’t realize how much he depended on her love and trust. Thinking of her crying and hurt, believing he’d lied fairly stole the breath from his lungs.
T pulled up into the driveway, gripping the steering wheel as he peered at her place. Aside from one lonely light in the living room, her house was dark. Nope. She wasn’t asleep yet and he knew it. Way too early for that. Gathering his courage without a clue what to expect, he stepped from the truck and climbed her front porch steps. Hat in hand, he rang her doorbell, then knocked twice for good measure. “Open up, honey. I know you’re in there. Let me explain.”
Closing his eyes in frustration, he listened for the sound of movement inside the house. When he heard a noise at the front door, he straightened to face her full on as the door opened and she stood framed there, wearing nothing but a sexy little gown and a tearstained face. T’s heart squeezed at the sight of her and, without wasting a minute, he stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him, and lifted her in his arms. Her measly, girly little gasp wasn’t much of a deterrent as he turned and pressed her against the door. “I didn’t lie to you about a goddamn thing,” he blurted out seconds before taking her lips in a savage kiss. He swept his tongue deep, ignoring the choked sound she made. If kissing her silly didn’t work, he had other sexy tricks up his sleeve.
Plunging his tongue deep, tasting her with a frantic hunger, T settled his chest against her softness until finally, finally he tasted her acceptance. He broke the kiss and whispered against her lips. “My agent came to town but the asshole should’ve called. Then maybe I could have saved him a trip. I told him months ago that I was done, Melanie, and I meant it. Did you think I lied when I told you that right here is where I want to be? Didn’t you believe me when I said I love you?”
Fresh tears leaked from her eyes and the sight of them damn near broke his heart. “Really, T? Really? He asked me where you were and introduced himself. The guy made it sound like this was a definite deal and I believed him. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry. Forgive me for not trusting you more.”
“Remind me to spank you later,” he murmured as relief whipped through him and he kissed her again. Mel’s long legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer and he took full advantage. T’s cock had gone hard the instant he’d seen her standing there looking so damn beautiful and now he rubbed it over her hot little cleft until she panted softly into his mouth. Moving his lips to her throat to tease that scented flesh, he gripped her ass with both hands to better dry-fuck her sweet pussy. He hated the denim and silk separating their flesh but he couldn’t stop. Her mistrust of him could have cost him everything and yeah, he was plenty pissed at her but suddenly fucking her hard and fast was the only alternative left to him.
Her gown was rucked up around her waist so T took a moment to brush one hand over the globe of her rounded butt then dipped his thumb past the elastic of her soft, silky panties. Finding her drenched, T cursed softly then nipped her neck, following the action with a gentle brush of his tongue. Touching her more, harder, deeper suddenly became top priority as he teased the wet flesh, finding her clit swollen and pulsing against the pad of his thumb. “God, you feel good, darlin’,” he whispered, moving his mouth lower to nip at the curve of her breasts peeking above the low-cut gown. “I could eat you up with a spoon and never get enough.”
T thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, loving the way her vaginal walls clenched against them, the way she fucked them hard, as she writhed against the door. Melanie whimpered, clutching his shoulders and her body heat twined around him, drawing him further into her sexual allure. Suddenly she went still against him then flew apart as if nothing held her together but the touch of his fingers in her body.
“I’ve got ya,” he said as he carried her through the living room and into the master bedroom. The bed was carefully made, fluffy pillows everywhere but he didn’t give a hot damn about that. He needed her now and taking time turn down the covers was simply asking too much. Hunger rode him hard as he laid her on the bed.
Melanie sat up to whip the little-bit-of-nothing gown over her head. When she tossed it aside, she gave him a sexy yet defiant look. “Hurry, T. Get ‘em off. Now.”
T grinned at her and with a hop, tug and a pull had his boots removed before going to work on the rest of his clothes. Jeans, boots and shirt hit the floor in a heap and when he finally stood naked by the bed, he saw the raw hunger on Mel’s face. She kneeled in the center of the bed, equally naked with one hand working between her thighs and the other toying with her nipple. The shy, insecure woman he’d once known had disappeared on him, leaving behind a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted. She’d already had one orgasm and T intended to give her more. He grabbed a rubber from the handful he’d dropped on the nightstand and rolled one on. There was no finesse. No smooth moves. Just a man who wanted to fuck the woman he loved.
Coming down on the bed, he sat back on his knees and pulled her to him. Melanie straddled his thighs, her pussy brushing his cock with damp heat. She stared directly into his eyes.
Sweeping her hair back from her face, he smiled at her. “Have I ever told you how great it is to be eye to eye with a woman?” He brushed a kiss over her swollen lips. “I’m a big, tall man and I think I’m going to keep my very tall woman. What do you think about that?”
Mel kissed him back, smiled wickedly then rose up in one athletic move before sinking down over him. “I think that’s a mighty fine idea, T.”
T thrust up, high and hard inside her, working his horseman’s thighs to great effect as she wrapped her arms around him. Moving in counterpoint, she rose and fell. Slowly, savoring every stroke, every sigh, they rode the wave until there was no more room for precision, only wicked, wild speed. Sensation climbed higher and higher as blood roared in his ears. Taking one taut nipple between his teeth, he sucked hard, then lighter, then hard again. Mel’s head dropped back, her fingers clenched in his hair as she began to tremble. Realizing she was almost there, he increased the suction on her nipple and fucked her harder, faster. Her orgasm spiraled out of control, she cried out, and he immediately followed her, knowing damn good and well this was only the beginning.
* * * * *
By two the next day, T and Harley, both considered downright famous in these parts, had crowned Madison Bellemont, a junior at Delight High School, as Miss Peach Delight to the approval of almost everyone in the crowd. From the sidelines, Melanie watched the festivities which included, as she’d figured, lots of singing and piano playing. One especially perky young lady twirled her baton without missing a beat and though Mel was supposed to remain impartial, she clapped for her the loudest. Took a lot of guts to twirl a baton in front of a big crowd and she’d always admired guts. Today the world looked good to Melanie and why shouldn’t it? Yes, she ached in more secret places than she could name and she’d learned a valuable lesson about trusting her man…loving him too. When the applause died down, T sauntered up to her and, without missi
ng a beat, dragged her behind the quickly emptying gazebo for a long, hot kiss.
“How’s my girl?”
“Happy.”
“Happy is good,” he drawled. Then T kissed her again, this time softly, so very tenderly, and looked at her. A strange intensity filled his eyes. Uncertainty? No, not T. Never T. He was the most self-assured man she’d ever known. “Been meaning to ask you something.”
“Yeah? Ask away, cowboy.”
T lifted his hand and wiggled his pinkie finger at her. A solitaire diamond ring set in platinum winked at her and she caught her breath. Stunned, she could only stare, open mouthed, like an idiot.
“I thought about getting a diamond tiara but figured maybe you’d like this some better. I know it’s soon but I just couldn’t help myself. I love you, darlin’. You’re the reason I came home and the one person who will keep me here. Will you marry me and be my own Miss Peach Delight? Forever?”
Love washed over her in a single heartbeat and her eyes filled with tears. Without stopping to think, without a doubt or misgiving, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, T, my handsome daredevil, I thought you’d never ask.”
About the Author
Regina Carlysle is an award-winning, multi-published author. She likes writing that is hot, edgy and often humorous, and puts this trademark stamp on all her stories. Regina lives in west Texas with her husband of 25 years and counting, and is a doting, fawning, over-indulgent mother to her two kids. When she’s not penning steamy erotic tales or hot contemporary stories, she’s indulging in long chats with friends who help her stay sane and keep her laughing.
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