Curtis (Coyote Ridge) (Volume 1)

by Nicole Edwards

  “But what if I wanna listen to music when I drive?”

  “Later, baby,” he said, trying to get her to focus. “Now put the car in drive while you have your foot on the brake.”

  She managed to do that without issue, but then she sat there, as though she didn’t know what came next.

  Curtis chuckled. “Now you’re gonna take your foot off the brake and put it on the gas.”

  She did.

  And Curtis had to grab hold of the door handle.

  “Easy, baby,” he yelled when the car shot forward.

  She hit the brakes, damn near sending him through the windshield. He managed to put his hand on the dashboard just in time to keep from getting a concussion. “Fuck.”

  “I told you this was a bad idea,” she said.

  He looked over to see her grinning from ear to ear. She was up to something…

  “You know how to drive, don’t you?” he asked, shaking his head as it hit him.

  Her smile widened. “A little. I mean, it doesn’t look all that hard.”

  And to prove her point, Lorrie put her foot on the gas and drove.

  Like a professional driver.

  “Remind me to spank your ass when we get home,” he said gruffly.

  “Why?” She tossed a glance his way.

  “For nearly knocking me out.”

  Lorrie laughed, but she continued to drive, and Curtis sat back and enjoyed the trip, allowing her to go for about half an hour before he told her to head back. When they reached the last stop sign before they would hit the road home, he directed her to take the dirt path that led down to the lake.

  “Why’re we goin’ to the lake?” she asked, doing as he instructed.

  “’Cause it’s high time we broke this car in right.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He didn’t answer her, instead showing her where to park and then instructing her to turn off the engine.

  They sat there for a moment in the silence while Curtis continued to watch her.

  Lorrie didn’t turn to face him, her attention focused out the window.

  “You know,” she said sweetly, “I always thought there was more to it when people went parking. This is kinda boring.”

  Heaven help him. This woman was something else.

  “Get over here,” he said firmly.

  She glanced over at him but shook her head.

  Definitely feisty, his girl was. “Wanna play hard to get, huh?”

  Her smile was dazzling.

  Curtis reached for her, tickling her sides until he managed to get her over the center console and into his lap. She was huffing and puffing when he finally stopped, but her smile hadn’t dimmed at all.

  “Kiss me,” he ordered her, sliding his hands into her hair and pulling her toward him.

  She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, shifting so that she was straddling his hips.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed roughly. “You make my dick so fucking hard.” Curtis kissed along her jaw, then down her neck, lifting her skirt as he ran his hands up her thighs.

  She moaned when he cupped her mound, teasing her through her panties.

  “I can think of a million things I wanna do to you right now.”

  “Like what?” she rasped.

  “Oh, I don’t know.” He turned his head and glanced into the backseat. “Maybe spread you out back there and tongue-fuck you until you’re begging for my cock.” He slipped his thumb beneath her panties as he spoke, rubbing circles over her clitoris, making her moan. “Or maybe I could bend you over the hood and fuck you right there by the lake.”

  She moaned louder and he increased the pressure of his thumb.

  “Or, I could simply pull these little panties aside and let you ride my dick.” That was probably his favorite thing in the world, watching her as she rode him until she came. “Which do you want, baby?” he asked, figuring he would give her the option.

  It didn’t matter to him which one she picked. It was a win-win, regardless.

  Lorrie had never thought she’d be the type of girl who would get hot and bothered by making out in a car. Yet here she was, and the only thing she wanted was for Curtis to do all those dirty things he promised. And she would’ve told him that, except she couldn’t wait that long.

  If she chose option one, he would tease her until she unraveled slowly.

  If she chose option two, they would have to move from where they were.

  But if she chose option three, she simply needed to reach down and…

  Lorrie worked his jeans open and, with his help, freed his cock.

  “Aw, fuck, baby,” he groaned, leaning the chair back as his intense gaze continued to focus on her.

  She held her skirt high enough that he could see as she slid down over him, taking him deep inside.

  “Oh, yes,” he groaned again. “Love watchin’ my dick sink inside you.” His voice was rough and sexy. “Ride me, darlin’.”

  Thanks to him being the wonderful teacher that he was, she had learned what he liked, and she worked her hips now just as he’d shown her. The car wasn’t the most comfortable place, but she did have a little leverage, so she lifted and lowered her hips, taking him all the way inside, watching his face as his eyes remained glued to where they were joined.

  She loved this side of Curtis. Loved the uninhibited man who had no shame in telling her how good she made him feel or what he wanted her to do to him. And perhaps that was what she loved most about sex. Well, other than the incredible orgasms, of course.

  “Faster, Lorrie,” Curtis growled. “Fuck me faster. Bounce on my dick. Take all of me.”

  He was breathing hard, and so was she as she continued to lift and lower, trying to go faster, but it wasn’t easy in the cramped space.

  “Hold that thought,” he groaned, gripping her hips to stop her from moving.

  Lorrie stilled when he opened the door and shifted so that his feet were outside of the car touching the ground while she still sat astride him. He didn’t get up, though, remaining partially seated inside the car as he said, “Turn around, baby.”

  She wasn’t quite sure what he wanted her to do, but she did as he instructed, his erection pulling out of her when she got to her feet. The next thing she knew, Curtis was spinning her around so that she faced away from him.

  “Hold on to the door,” he said, pulling her back so that she was standing between his spread legs.

  She grabbed hold of the ledge by the window as he took her hips in his hands and guided her down toward his lap. Her panties shifted once more and then…

  “Oh!” She cried out as he impaled her from below. Her legs were closed, which intensified the sensation, making the pressure of him inside her that much better.

  “Aw, yeah,” he groaned, smacking her on the bottom. “Now ride me again, baby.”

  This position was a little easier, especially since her feet were on the ground between his and she could use her thigh muscles to lift and lower as he rocked her onto his erection.

  She could feel the warm breeze against her skin where he had lifted her skirt up.

  “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he whispered. “Love watching my dick fuck that pretty pussy.”

  Her inner muscles clenched tightly as an orgasm took her completely by surprise. Maybe it was the aggressive way he was handling her, or the new position, or simply the dark rumble of his words. Whatever it was, she was grateful she had the door to hold on to.

  Curtis gripped her hips and continued to impale her on his erection, pulling her down, shifting her forward, over and over again as he filled her completely.

  “I’m gonna come, Lorrie. I’m gonna come in your sweet pussy, baby.”

  She tightened her muscles around him as another climax rolled through her at the same time Curtis found his release.

  After a few minutes had passed and they’d managed to catch their breath, Lorrie smiled at him. “Okay, so maybe there is something good about this whole learning-how-
to-drive thing.”

  Her husband grinned. “Get us home, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ you might need more than one spankin’ tonight.”

  chapter THIRTY-ONE

  SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1971

  Mitch and Janice are having another baby! I’m so happy for them. But surprisingly, I’m actually sad for me and Curtis. I want a baby of my own so badly, but it doesn’t seem like that is in God’s plan right now. I’m trying to be positive, but it isn’t easy. Curtis tells me there’s nothing to worry about, that when the time is right, it’ll happen. I hope he’s right.

  MONDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1971

  I went to see Momma today. She said she hasn’t been feeling well. I tried to get her to go to the doctor, but she won’t listen to me. Now that Rose and Bruce are off at college, Adele, Linda, and Owen are the only ones left to take care of her. I worry about Momma. It doesn’t seem like she’s very happy these days.

  THURSDAY, MARCH 2, 1972

  Mitch came over to see me today. He told me that I needed to spend some time with Momma. He finally convinced her to go to the doctor, so she did. They told her she has heart problems. They say her heart is really weak. This saddens me. But more than that, Mitch says Momma doesn’t seem to care to get better. The doctors are saying she’s depressed. I don’t really know what that means, other than she’s always sad. When I asked Curtis about it, he told me that Momma has to want to live in order to get better. I’ve decided I will start going to see her every week, even if she doesn’t want me to.

  THURSDAY, JUNE 29, 1972

  Sometimes I wonder how I can continue to function with all the sadness. When Daddy died, for some reason, I didn’t grieve. But today, Mitch came over to tell me that Momma died last night. He said it was peaceful and that she died in her sleep, but now I’m worried how this will affect Adele since she was the one to find her. Mitch and Janice are going to let Adele, Linda, and Owen live with them. Since they already have children, Mitch thinks it’s for the best. Beth is almost three, and Brett is almost a year old. I know this is going to be hard on them, but I think it’s for the best. Owen is only seven, so this is going to be a lot for Mitch and Janice to handle.

  chapter THIRTY-TWO

  WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1973

  Curtis always knows how to surprise a girl. Only, sometimes his idea of a surprise involves very little clothing. Not that I’m complaining.

  Curtis awoke to the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Five forty-five a.m.

  Shaking his head, he got to his feet, not bothering to put on clothes as he stumbled sleepily into the kitchen to find Lorrie standing at the stove, frying bacon in a pan.

  “What’re you doin?” he grumbled from behind her, planting his hand on the doorjamb.

  She didn’t bother to look at him when she said, “Makin’ breakfast. What does it look like I’m doin’?”

  She didn’t sound happy, and he couldn’t imagine what could have her so upset before six o’clock in the morning.

  Leaning his shoulder against the jamb, he crossed his arms over his chest, letting his gaze rake over her. She looked pretty in her long nightgown, the one that practically covered every inch of her body. She insisted on wearing it to bed since it was so cold outside, but he rarely allowed that to happen. After all, it was a proven fact that sharing body heat kept you warmer than clothing. Or that was his excuse, at least.

  His eyes traveled down to her pretty little toes, then started back up again. His dick had taken notice of her, as well, and was quickly hardening, a fact he couldn’t hide because he was still completely naked.

  “Why’re you cookin’?” he asked.

  She snapped her head over as though she was about to rip him a new one, but her mouth merely made a perfect little O when she noticed he was standing there in his birthday suit.

  “You’re naked,” she said.

  “I am.”

  “Why?” she countered.

  “Because it’s too damn early to be up, and I was plannin’ to take you back to bed with me.”

  “I don’t wanna go back to bed.”

  “Then have it your way,” he said, dropping his arms and moving toward her.

  Lorrie backed up against the counter beside the stove. Without thinking about it, Curtis reached over and turned off the gas burner, then stalked her until he was pressing his body against hers.

  “The bacon’s gonna be ruined,” she said, but there wasn’t a whole lot of worry in her tone.

  “I don’t give a damn about the bacon.”

  He fisted her nightgown in his hands as he leaned in and kissed her, slowly bunching it up until he could feel the warmth of her stomach against his hard-on.

  “Mmm,” he mumbled, brushing his lips over hers. “Since you don’t wanna go back to bed, I’m just gonna have to turn you around and fuck you right here in the kitchen.”

  “We can go to the bedroom,” she said quickly.

  “Nope.” Pulling back, he smiled down at her. “You had your chance.”

  Before she could argue, Curtis lifted her nightgown up and over her head, then tossed it onto the kitchen table. She was still staring wide-eyed back at him, but she had yet to complain, so he kept going.

  “Turn around,” he ordered, planting his hands on her hips and guiding her to do what he wanted. “Now put your hands right there on the edge of the sink.”

  Her fingers curled over the edge.

  Leaning against her, he ground his erection between them, his hands sliding over her breasts, her stomach, then lower. He stopped at the apex of her thighs, dipping his fingers into her panties.

  “Curtis.” She wobbled slightly.

  “Don’t let go of the counter.”

  He proceeded to tease her, circling her clitoris with his finger, then dipping two inside her while he kissed her neck and shoulder. He wasn’t in a hurry, and if she wanted to be up at six o’clock in the morning, he was going to give her a reason to be.

  Right now.

  As much as Lorrie wanted to hang on to her anger, it wasn’t that easy. Especially when Curtis was naked, standing behind her while he teased her relentlessly.

  She had long ago stopped thinking that she could resist him, regardless of her mood. When the man set his sights on her, pushing him off was futile. Not that he wouldn’t leave her alone if she asked, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

  Every dirty word that came out of that man’s mouth made her ache for him, desperation coiling inside, pulling tight. She could never get enough of him.

  “Ahh, sweet girl. I love how wet you get for me.”

  Lorrie pushed back against him, wishing he would take the hint.

  Apparently that was the wrong thing to do, because he pulled back, his hands disappearing. She started to turn, trying to figure out what he was doing, but he put his big, warm hand in the center of her back.

  “Don’t take your hands off the counter,” he repeated roughly.

  She gripped the counter tighter until her knuckles turned white.

  His lips trailed from her shoulder, down the center of her back. Tingles ignited in her limbs, making her tremble. Her back was probably one of her most sensitive spots, and Curtis knew that.

  He continued lower while she faced the window that overlooked the creek behind the house. It was still dark outside, so she saw only her reflection staring back. Her hair was a mess, but she didn’t even care.

  Curtis’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her backward, forcing her to move her feet.

  “Don’t move your hands,” he reminded her.

  She didn’t, stepping back until she was practically bent over. He stopped her, then she felt his callused fingers slip beneath her panties as he tugged them down her hips, her legs. When they reached the floor, she didn’t dare move, but she didn’t have to. He then positioned one of her feet farther from the other, forcing her to widen her stance.

  “Mmm,” he said, his voice trailing up t
o her ears. “Such a pretty pussy.”

  Sometimes she wondered if it was wrong of her to want him to say these dirty things, but when she tried to think that it was wrong, she couldn’t quite convince herself. Everything he did, everything he said always made her feel incredibly good, so she’d learned to accept her sexuality, her desires.

  “Oh my…!” His tongue took her by surprise, the warmth of it sweeping between her legs, lashing at her clitoris. “Curtis…” Her knees trembled, but he held her thighs, keeping her upright while he feasted on her, making her body burn hotter, brighter, until the only things she saw were flashes of light behind her eyelids, her orgasm sneaking up on her, then shattering until she was floating.

  She realized she wasn’t actually floating, that Curtis had wrapped his arms around her and was keeping her upright while he moved behind her.

  “Stay with me, baby. Keep your hands on the counter. I’ve gotta be inside you. Right now.”

  Lorrie did her best, holding on while her butt was thrust back against his hips. In one swift movement, he was inside her, filling her so completely. His pelvis slammed forward before retreating, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, but it was exactly what she needed. Everything she’d bottled up, all of the emotions, the feelings, they were set free as he used her body, bringing her to the brink once again as he fucked her hard and deep.

  “You gonna come for me again?” he asked.

  “Mmm-hmm.” She bit her bottom lip, keeping her legs locked, enjoying the friction, the glorious way he stretched her as he pounded her from behind.

  “I wanna hear you scream my name, Lorrie.” Curtis grunted, his fingers tightening a little more on her hips. “Say my name when you come, baby.”

  “Harder,” she pleaded, her voice hardly recognizable.

  “Oh, fuck, baby.” Curtis continued to drive into her, over and over, faster, deeper.

  Finally, her orgasm crested, a brilliant explosion of electricity that radiated outward from where he filled her. “Curtis… Oh, yes… Curtis! I’m there!”