THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

by Misha Anderson

  Luna stops yelling and our eyes meet, and I only think: “fucking hot woman!” She looks away and says she’s sorry for appearing so nervous and not greeting me.

  “I’m sorry for being so rude, I didn’t even greet you, how are you Lieutenant Vaugh?”

  “Pl... please, ju... just call m... m... me Connor, how ar.... are y... y... you, Luna?”

  Ai, ai, ai, this stutter of his embarrassment is so horny... How can he be so manly and charming? Why he had to have this boyish smile, with this little hole on his chin, a sweet and warm look? Dios mio! Luna, it had been a long time since you had sex so you could start to fantasize with the town’s fireman. Behave, remember, you’re still married, even if it’s only in paper.

  “I’m fine, thanks.”

  Well... those fleshy heart shaped lips, buried between my legs, that, would really make me feel good.

  Even devastated, I couldn’t help surprising myself with how much the sound of Luna’s accent charms me. She’s beautiful today, with her hair untied falling in waves on her back, a black dress that even though the front is really discreet, still instigate the imagination, filling with generosity the front of the cleavage. The evident wide hips, the tanned well shaped legs and the framed waist make her irresistibly voluptuous.

  A woman greets Luna and she turns her back, I lower my starving eye to her naked folds and smooth folds and take a deep breathe, imagining my teeth sinking on the fat on her sides, biting her whole and without even noticing, I discreetly adjust the volume that grows in my crotch and I lick my lips when resting my eyes on her round and large ass.

  “Hmmm...”

  “What?”

  “No, no... nothing, I w... was distra... distracted.”

  What a perverted Hmmm was that? I have now became some kind of mutt attacking meat chop? I’m going through one of the worst moments of my life and even so I behave like a perverted? Luna smiles and her smiles disappeared when she sees the medal on Pietra’s chest.

  “Pi, give back the medal to the man.”

  “N... no, I gav... gave it t... to her.”

  Luna’s friend honked the car horn, calling her, Pietra hugs me without asking if she can and kisses my cheek with all the touching innocence, saying good bye right after. What a sweet little girl, Luna stretched her arm taking Pietra on her arms and saying good bye leaving, leaving me alone with my new demons.

  After two weeks without leaving the house in deep apathy, my psychologist said I should take a vacation. I met the battalion Commander and even not wanting to, I accepted that I need a time just for me, to fix my head and stand up in face of life.

  I said good bye to my brothers and my friends, and went on the road to spend four months in California.

  I rented an apartment in Napa Valley, wine town. I met a lot of interesting people, I went through a multidisciplinary treatment with a team of speech therapist, psychologist and psychiatrist to treat my stutter and after sleeping between more thighs I could stand, I finally went back to Portland.

  CHAPTER 1

  CONNOR

  I get off my truck in a hurry, I really miss my family, my wandering pack of lost wolves. Everything is the same, the Vaugh ranch never losses its charm. Built with noble wood, varnished, wide windows and the old bench on the porch. Rustic, simple and cozy, like the four of us. All is the same way of when I left, my house, my refugee, where my brothers and I grew up and became men. I put down my backpack and I climbed up the porch stairs yelling and no one came to answer the door, where are they? Adam and Hunter don’t live here anymore, but they said they would be at the ranch tonight so we would see each other here, to have a few beers celebrating my return to Portland, then why is the house empty? And the lights are off?

  I go to the back door that is on our backyard and when I open it a choir of familiar voices fills me with joy:

  “Suuurprise!!!”

  They are all here: Adam and Sam, Hunter and Maggie, Jerry and Melanie, my nephew and niece, playing in the yard, Kayden, my friends Jad and Phy, uncle Quinn and aunt Ayobe, aunt Viola, and sitting on a further table are two of Maggie’s friends: Rebeca and Tiffany and that a surprise: Luna and her little daughter Pietra.

  Kay run towards me and hugs me tight against his chest, Adam hugs me tight from the other side and Hunter grabs me from both sides with his wide arms and raises me from the ground.

  “Connie, Connie!!!”

  Ah! What a delicious mess, how much was I missing my brothers, Sam and Maggie try to rescue me from the guys, complaining with them.

  “Stop squeezing poor Connie, you’re going to hurt him, bunch of brute men.”

  When they let me go at last, I hug Sam and Maggie, one by each side and I make fun of Adam and Hunter, kissing them on the cheeks.

  “Sam and Maggie, my girls.”

  They stopped and my brothers looked at me scared, big mouth Kay is the first to notice and say it in awe:

  “Guys, am I hearing too much or Porky Pig doesn’t have a stutter anymore?”

  I explain it slowly and pausing as my speech therapist always tells me.

  “I’m haven’t stopped stuttering, but if I get used to speaking sl... slow... slowly.”

  I take a deep breath and end the sentence calmly.

  “If I rem... remain calm, I stut... stutter less, you un... understand now?”

  Kay still looks me suspiciously, felling sorry.

  “But if you stop stuttering, who am I going to annoy? Ah! I don’t like this, and now, how can I call you Porky Pig?”

  I raised my middle finger and said between my teeth to Kay:

  “Go fu... fuck yourself, Kay, stop on being an ass... asshole!”

  I hugged my uncle and my aunts and went to Maggie’s friends table, to talk with the girls... liar! I couldn’t wait to get near Luna, that’s the truth.

  “Hi, girls, is everything alright?”

  Tiffany shook my hand and Rebeca a bit more daring, kissed me twice on the cheeks and gives me there sexiest of her smiles, still grabbing my shoulder.

  “Hi, Connor, wow! You look great, California’s weather was great to you.”

  What an offered bitch, does she need to throw herself on the guy’s arm like this? Rebeca was one step of throwing herself on the table and taking her panties off so Connor could eat it. I try of disguise being uncomfortable and sink my nails on the palm of my hands under the table so no one can see it. From everything that was said I have to admit that Rebeca was right, as if that was possible, Connor is still even more tempting with this light tan, five o’clock shadow giving him a sensual and danger air. As if in silence his personality she said through his facial expressions: “I’m not as sweet and cute as I may seem, if you blink I’ll tear your clothes off and fuck you hard and dirty, dear, get ready to cum a lot, a lot.”

  “Luna? Hi, is ever... everything alright with y... you?”

  Breathe, Connor, deep breathes and stop stuttering, are you going to turn yourself again into that scratched tune, fuck! She’s only a woman, nothing much, a woman like so many others, with those plump and pink lips, deep black eyes, these large breasts that I would love to sink my face in and lose myself on those hills, rubbing my cock on the curve of her cleavage, totally titty fuck. Good God, how can I get aroused by this woman if I’ve never tasted her? What a perverted animal am I that after so many months I’m still crazy about her Italian curves? She smiles and I bend over to kiss her soft cheek, fantasizing about kissing her lips, if we were alone. Pietra wakes me from my sexual reverie and pulls my pants, letting me know I should take her on my arms. Luna complains and I don’t care, I like when Pietra kisses me, she’s a sweet girl, she looks like she has so much love to give, and I need so much to get it, it’s a fair trade ours.

  “Hi, uncle Connor, we miss you.”

  “You two m... m... missed m... me?”

  “Yes, me and mom.”

  Furiously Luna looks at Pietra and avoids me, embarrassed, laughing shyly.

  “The entire tow
n missed you, Lieutenant Vaugh.”

  I put Pietra down and she goes to play with Jeremiah and Melanie, Adam’s and Hunter’s children.

  “Pl... please, I’ve told you to call me only Connie.”

  “Then welcome back, Connie.”

  Embarrassed because of Pietra telling me she also missed me, Luna disguises it wondering if Maggie and Samantha need help in the kitchen.

  Jad and Phy greet me with a long lasting hug and Jad offers me a beer to cheer my return.

  I had two beers with my friends and my brothers, we talked a lot and within a few minutes of conversation the guys told me Jessica’s father got into a rehab center, Sally and Larry went back on living together and are going to get married in a week, with a great party, Hunter told me Stuart decided to try his life in New York and left, leaving the apartment I rented him empty.

  Fuck! What I was expecting, three months he doesn’t pay me rent, it was obvious he was out, but he could have been honest and just have told me beforehand. Finding someone trustworthy and a good payer is very difficult nowadays. I’ll go to the kitchen and Luna is alone, bend over the counter in a very suggestive positions, with her ass turned up, watching if the pizza on the oven if done. That’s cheap shot, how could I restrain myself this way? Her dress went up a few inches and just about, really just a bit about her ass round ass is not showing.

  I clear my throat and she fixes herself embarrassed, with the pizza on her hands. But because she got scared, she burnt the tip of her fingers on the hot salt pan and the pizza almost fell from her hands.

  “Ca... careful, Luna, d... did you hu... hurt y... yourself?

  She nods annoyed while she tries to put the pizza pan back on the sink counter.

  “I didn’t see you getting closer, why did you had to walk like that, silent as a cat?”

  I get the rag on her hand and as soon as I get the pizza is on the sink, I get my body close to hers and hold her hand tight, looking where it was burnt. I raised her index and middle fingers to my mouth and I slowly lick them, licking and sucking, licking and sucking, she opens her lips and doesn’t have the strength to stop me. Luna stares me blushing and she finally is able to remove her hand. I kiss her fingers and the palm of her hand. I pull her by the waist and our bodies fit together perfectly, like a hand and glove, concave and convex. Even not being short, she looks small, frail on my long arms. Her generous and soft shape adapt in my hand, Luna pants and our hips colide, while I raise my hands to her long hair confirming to be exact so soft as I had imagined. Before she found words to protest, I kiss her cheek and drag my mouth to the curve of her neck and her small ear, whispering:

  “Po... poor thing, did it hu... hurt, beau... beautiful?”

  “My fingers, not my ne...”

  “Shh, I don.. don’t care.”

  I buried my face on her neck, smelling her sweet scent of ripe strawberry and horniness coming out of this woman. Ah! My god, how do I want to take my mouth on her big breasts, bite them and suck them till I’m satisfied and then taking the way to her thick thighs and suck her pussy till she drips all of her delicious cream on my tongue. Just by thinking about the nectar of her little cave I salivate like a famish wolf, insatiable.

  I know the day I taste Luna’s pussy I’m going to get addicted, I’ll get inebriated on the flavor and will only be able to survive when I finish my daily dose of my favorite drug.

  “Connor, you better let me go, if someone enters the kitchen now they think you...”

  “Th... that I’m li... licking you.”

  “Yeah, that’s not adequate.”

  Luna stood back and turned her back to me, opened the drawer beside the stove, got a knife and tried to cut the pizza, but the knife was shaking on her hand. I’m aroused, very aroused, I don’t think I could be harder. I touch her on the back with my erection and I covered her hand with mine, cutting the pizza with her. Luna moaned low, purring when she felt my erection, lamenting in Italian:

  “Ai, Madona mia. (Oh, our lady.)”

  I kissed her nape and smelled it, finishing cutting the pizza.

  “The... there we go, fi... finished.”

  Hastily Rebeca entered the kitchen, interrupting Luna and me.

  “Luna, you’re taking too long with the pizza, do you need help?”

  When she saw us she must have noticed the tension between us, the touchable sensuality aura in the air, because as soon as she saw both of us, she turned around as if nothing had happened.

  Luna thanked me and without disguising her excitement, her annoyance with my proximity, she pushed me to the side, saying:

  “Thank you, but now I can finish tidying the pizza tray by myself, go drink with your brothers, Connor.”

  LUNA

  Hell!! Dos mio, this damn fireman is driving me crazy, he looks me by the kitchen door with those needy eyes that must make most women drop their panties and then he curves his lips in a naughty, dirty smile that seems to say: “I’ll go, but I’ll be back to torment you.”

  How will I remain at this party with soft legs, with my panties wet? Breath, Luna, breathe and restrain yourself, you’re not a free woman, there’s still the damn wedding certificate that unites you to miserable Lorenzo.

  Even though you ran for your own life and Pietra’s, even distant, in Italy, Lorenzo is not the type of man to be dumped, even less to be cheated on. Therefore, keep distance from Connor, even though he’s irresistible, with that involving way, big and rough hands, the warm lips on my laps, you need to be strong, you need to resist.

  I put the pizza slices on the tray and I finish cutting the other two pizzas, adjusting them right after.

  My hands are still shaking, but it’s not because of the “fireman” effect that shocks me, I think about my life and panic takes over me: I ran from Italy when I found out about Lorenzo’s dirty businesses, I got my savings and escaped with my daughter, but I know the danger, cruel man I married, the day he finds out where I’m hiding with our daughter, I don’t know if he’ll have mercy, I fear for my life and mainly to Pietra’s life.

  My eyes get misty and I disguise my sadness with a plaster smile on my face. I think Connor notices my sudden change, because when I glance him and he watches me worried, curious. I talk to Tiff and Penny about trivial things, but they ask about Italy and I change the subject. Maggie offers me a tasty drink with pineapple and rum and I drink one of it, not one, today I need liquid joy, I had three.

  How can I be this irresponsible? Sam, Maggie and I are little drunk and the drink gives me courage to dance with Connor and sink my head on his chest, with no modesty. I don’t quite feel my feet, but I don’t worry, Connor holds me tight to his body.

  The music is slow and I can feel his muscles getting stiff when moving his body, his six pack abs his against my skin and even under my protective clothes, I still get aroused, and a lot...

  The party ends and instead of me getting better by dancing with Connor, it seems that I got drunker. I smile trying to cover my mouth and the girls and I laugh when we hear Adam saying to Connor:

  “It seems that Connor did well and will take the Italian princess home.”

  If Adam knew the amount of money I left in Italy to have a dignify life, he would also laugh at the irony of his affirmation, not princess... I’m the queen of the Sicilian mafia, the queen of contraventions, drugs and death, worthy of a Coppola.

  “The godfather”, “The powerful and repulsive Lorenzo”, “dumbass Luna”, these are the movies that sum up my life. I’m laughing out loud, Sam and Maggie don’t understand, but they laugh with me, it’s a girl’s thing, accomplices in binge drinking.

  I say I’m not drunk and Connor’s brothers pretend not to listen to me, I don’t want to be alone with Connor, that wouldn’t end well... The craving I’m having in having him between my thighs it’s bigger than my resistance, I need to avoid it. Adam says that Connor will take me home and I deny it speaking louder than I should.

  “No, Connor, no, he doesn’t have
to.”

  Connor raises an eyebrow with certain curiosity and upset, she he asks me right away:

  “Wh... why not me? Are you afraid of m.. me?”

  The alcohol gives me courage to admit what I wouldn’t admit to a mirror.

  “No, I’m afraid of myself, Connor.”

  He smiles and caress my cheeks as if I were a little girl, then he gets my purse. Pietra is already sleeping on the backseat of his car, he carries me by the waist and puts me gets me sitting in his car.

  Before turning the car on, Connor lightly touches his lips on mine and whispers, making my thighs get even wetter.

  “I’ll ta... take the ris... risk, sexy.”

  God help me, but I think the path to my house is going to be long and dangerous.

  All you need to do is pretend I’m sleeping and trying to ignore his masculine smell, his presence is pungent and the intimacy of having Connor my his side.

  Will I be able to?

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