My Aubree: A Short Story (Regret, South Dakota Book 1)

by M. K. Moore

  When I get back in the kitchen, I see she has the table set and a salad made.

  “That smells amazing,” I say, my own stomach growling now.

  “It’s ready, have a seat and pour us a glass of that.”

  I do as she asks. She sets a casserole dish down on the table that makes my mouth water.

  “What is this? I was just expecting run of the mill mac and cheese.”

  “It’s Mac and Chee-chee and more. Dig in, don’t want it to get cold.”

  I do so and I’m blown away by the flavors and the fact that there are two types of meats, ham, and bacon, in this dish.

  “Wow, this is delicious,” I say after swallowing my first bite.

  “Thanks.” We continue to eat. I am not going to lie, I had three helpings.

  After dinner, we wash the dishes together. I pour another glass of wine for both of us. Leaning against the sink, I have to know what she is thinking.

  “So about waiting?” I question.

  “Oh, God, that was a joke for sure,” she says, blushing. That cute blush is going to be the death of me.

  “Yeah? I’ll wait until we say “I do,” if you need me to,” I say, kissing her neck.

  “You’d do that for me?”

  “I’ll do anything for you,” I say between kisses.

  “Anything?” she asks, putting her arms around my neck.

  “Anything.”

  “Fuck me, right here, right now.”

  “Done,” I say setting her on the counter. “I’ve been dying to see you naked, legs spread wide, showing me that pretty pussy.”

  “Yeah?” she pants.

  “Fuck yes,” I say lifting her shirt over her head, tossing it away. I reach behind her and try to open her bra, but nothing is back there. I’ve never opened one before, but fuck is it always this hard?

  “Here,” she says taking her hands off my neck and opening a little plastic clip in the front. When she does, the cups fall away and I am greeted by her large tits with tiny, hard nipples. They are the exact same sexy pink shade as her lips.

  “Fuck, Aubree. You are so Goddamn beautiful. My Aubree. Mine to worship,” I say leaning down and pulling one of her nipples into my mouth. I gently bite and suck on it before moving to the other.

  “Is-is possible to come from just this?” she asks, stuttering, gasping for air.

  “Anything is possible.” I suck on her a little harder, while using my hand to stimulate the one I just left. I watch as she comes. “Beautiful.”

  “Fuck, Cal. Please. I need more.” I move my hand away from her nipple and trail down her soft stomach. I slide my hand under the waistband of her pants and find her juicy pussy. I slide my thick fingers between her lips, finding her clit.

  “No fucking panties? Is all this for me?” I ask.

  “Y-Yes. Oh, God. That feels so good.”

  “I gotta see it,” I say, pulling my hand out from between her thighs. I tug her pants down enough so that she has to lift her ass off the counter for me to pull them down her legs. I pull her legs open and stare at my cock’s new home. It's pink and juicy. Her swollen pussy lips are parted a bit by her clit. I can't take it anymore. I lower my head and suck her clit into my mouth. The first taste of her sweet, sweet juices has me growling as I bury my tongue inside of her tight opening. Bree squirms, moaning.

  “More, give me more. Please, I'll do anything.”

  “You don't have to do anything, Bree. It's my pleasure to see to your pleasure,” I say, after pulling away from her.

  “Don’t stop,” she says breathlessly.

  “I’m not. I am not going to fuck you for either of our first times on the counter. Come to bed.”

  “Your first time?” she questions.

  “You didn’t think I’d give anybody else what I always considered yours did you?” I ask as we move towards the bedroom. She walks in front of me. Her perfect ass jiggling as she moves. Fuck. My dick is about to drive through my pants with how bad it’s trying to get to her.

  “I tried not to think about it actually. It drove me crazy thinking you were fucking your way through New York.”

  “You worried for nothing, baby. I am all yours and you are most definitely all mine.

  “I really like that, Cal.”

  She climbs into the bed of the guest room and spreads her legs for me. I would have led her to the master but it’s being renovated. My parents are do-it-yourselfers and it’s been in that unfinished state for about a year now.

  I have to stop trying to get my jeans down and just take her in.

  “Fuck, I am a lucky, lucky man.”

  “Well, you are about to get lucky,” she says laughing.

  I finally pull both my jeans and boxers off. Then I toss my shirt. I climb on the bed in front of her spread legs. I pump my cock in my hand looking down at her.

  She reaches for me as I line my cock up with her opening. With her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I slide into her slowly. God, she feels incredible, wrapped around me like this.

  The sounds of her moans, her wetness, our labored breathing, and my thighs slamming into her ass ramps up my pleasure even more.

  “Damn, Bree. Look at the way I'm filling your cunt.” She gasps when she looks down. “Filthy is what we are.” I'm seconds from coming, so I use my hand and slap her clit lightly. She moans so I do it again, harder.

  “Fuck, Cal. I'm gonna come. Keep doing that, I love it.” I continue slapping her pussy and slamming into it. She screams my name as she comes.

  “That's it, baby. Give it to me. I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy with my seed.” She moans and bucks her body into me. “You like that, Bree. You want to be bred?”

  “Oh God, yes. Cal, I need your babies. Gimme.”

  “You're a dirty girl, Bree, but fuck do I love you,” I say, slowing my thrusts. “Look at me while I fill your cunt with our babies,” I shout and when her eyes meet mine, I finally give into my release.

  Six

  Aubree

  Looking at him while he fills me intensifies the feeling a hundred times. I whimper when he pulls out of me. How the hell can I miss him already?

  “That was...there are no words to describe what just happened,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

  “I know what you mean, Bree. I mean damn. That for the rest of my life? I could get behind that. On top of that. Under that.”

  I giggle and slap his chest. He moves from his prone position on top of me and lays beside me. Then he pulls me closer to him so that my head is on his chest. I'm sweating and it's not sexy. I kiss his chest and move to stand.

  “Where ya going, gorgeous?”

  “I need a shower, I'm a bit of mess.” I can feel his cum dripping down my thighs. “Join me?” I ask.

  “How can I say no to that?”

  He gets up and we walk to the en-suite bathroom. It's totally rustic, but there's hot water and girly soaps so I know his mama's been in here recently.

  I read somewhere that it's a sign of respect to wash your man, and that sounds like a good idea to me. Now that I think about it, I probably got the idea from a romance novel, but oh well, I'm doing it. Wifey status goals.

  I turn the water on.

  “How do you like it?” I ask testing the temperature.

  “Hot as it can be.”

  “Me too,” I say, watching him brush his teeth. Even the way he brushes his teeth turns me on.

  While he's finishing up at the sink, I hop in the shower and wet my hair. I throw in some shampoo and rinse. I wash my body, being careful of my swollen pussy. Fuck, I should've jumped his ass in high school. We'd have at least five kids by now. I smile. When I'm done he's still not in here, so I open my eyes.

  “What?” I ask when I find him just standing and staring at me.

  “You look beautiful smiling like that. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

  I smile again and hold my hand out to him.

  “I was thinking that I should've
jumped on that spectacularly massive cock in high school. We'd have a bunch of babies right now.”

  “Aww, Bree. You'll get your bunch of babies,” he says, kissing me.

  I feel his cock harden against my stomach and I look down at it. I can see my blood and our combined juices on it. That shit turns me on. I step back from him and grab the poof I just used and re-soap it. I drop to my knees in front of him slowly. Let's face it, I'm a big girl and slow and steady wins the race. Don't want to face plant when I am trying to be sexy.

  I wash his cock, slowly and carefully. He leans his hand back and groans as soon as my hand touches him. After rinsing him off, I take him fully into my mouth. I gag a little as I take him in my throat. That seems to turn him on more, since he grips my wet hair, pulling it. So, I repeat the motion several times. Then I lick it up and down like a popsicle.

  I suddenly remember my crazy mother's advice, though it's totally not the time or place, to watch my teeth. I almost giggle, but I keep it in check. I suck him for a while longer, the water getting colder and colder.

  I feel his thighs tighten under my hands and his balls tighten under my chin.

  “I'm gonna come, Bree. If you don't want it in your mouth, let me go.”

  As if. I suck him harder and seconds later he fills my mouth.

  He’s looking down at me expectantly, so I make a big show of swallowing it all down. Then I lick my lips.

  “Goddam, Bree. That was just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” I smile and stand up, picking the poof up I dropped before as I do.

  “I'm glad you liked it, babe, I say.

  “Liked doesn't even begin to describe that,” he says, before kissing me roughly.

  I smile and hum contentedly.

  I finish washing him up. He's bald right now and I don't know what he does for that, so I just run my soapy fingers over his head.

  While he finishes rinsing off, I step out. I've worked up an appetite, and I'm also freezing now, but it was so worth it.

  I dry off and realize I have nothing clean to put on. There's no way in hell I can put my flour crusted clothes back on. So, I grab the flannel he just had on and though it's a bit too small, meaning I can't button it at all, it smells like him. It's long enough to cover my pussy, so that's good.

  Going into the kitchen, I head straight to the fridge and bend over to pull out the chocolate cake I saw in there.

  “Damn, that’s a mighty fine sight,”

  I pop up, cake in hand, and turn to see him leaning against the wall, he is wearing a tight pair of white boxer briefs, looking all kinds of sexy.

  “Thanks, I think,” I say, setting the cake down. “You want a piece?”

  “Please. I was just checking out the Hughes County courthouse hours. They open at nine.”

  I just stare at him blankly. “Um, okay,” I say, cutting the cake.

  “There is no waiting after you get a marriage license. I plan to marry you tomorrow unless you want a big church wedding.”

  I shake my head no. I really thought he was joking, even after he reassured me earlier, but God do I want to be his wife.

  This is not the ideal scenario for a proposal. Neither one of us are wearing pants, but when he drops to one knee in front of me, I feel tears begin to form. I try to blink them away, but they fall anywhere. He has a ring? When did he get a ring?

  But then I notice the sapphire diamond. Nana Juniper’s ring. How long has he had that? My eyes fly to his. He nods, smiles, and grabs my left hand.

  “My Aubree, marry me. Make me the happiest man on Earth. Let me worship your beautiful body for always. Be my wife, the mother of my children, and my best friend for life.”

  “Yes, of course, yes,” I say though there are tears streaming down my face. I know this might be quick after all these years apart, but I really don’t care. This is the only fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.

  “Thank fuck,” he says sliding the ring on my finger. He stands and pulls me into his arms, kissing me.

  Cake forgotten, we spend the rest of the night tangled up in the sheets.

  Seven

  Callum

  Going into work on a Monday is usually hard. Going to work on a Monday after spending the entire weekend with my new wife was damn near impossible. She got up and went down to work at three this morning, so I could very well get up and go at nine.

  We got married on Friday morning and we didn’t tell our families until Sunday night. We asked Nina, the ninety-year-old clerk of court and Benny, the custodian, to be our witnesses, while Judge Yessick married us. We spent Valentine’s Day in bed, making love. Around dinner time, we drove into Pierre and walked around the mall. There, we picked out my wedding band. Luckily, they had it my size. I was worried it was going to be a special order. I’ve never been a jewelry kind of guy, but I got to admit, I love what it represents. I’m fucking taken by the most beautiful woman in the world and I don’t give a fuck who knows it.

  Since I forgot it was Valentine's Day and every damn restaurant was packed, we ate in the food court of the mall. It was the least romantic dinner in the world and I felt terrible about it, but Bree was happy just being with me. She had pizza and I had Chinese. That is the best part about food courts.

  Dinner at my mom’s house on Sunday was overdramatic once we told them. Meredith was happy for us. Our dads were indifferent, mainly telling us to get out from in front of the TV. Our moms, on the other hand, cried. Not because they weren’t happy, but because they didn’t get to plan a big ass wedding for us. Between Evelyn and my mom, Rita, it was like a tag-team of guilt. That was difficult for us to handle, but Bree somehow convinced them that a big reception would be just as fun, better even. So, our wedding reception is in a month. We got through dinner without any further drama.

  I am working on some accounting stuff, mostly signing paychecks, when Justin Beaumont, my foreman, walks into my office. The new crew has been here working for about three months while I finalized my life in New York. The five hundred jobs I saved were mostly in the manufacturing plant in Montana as well as the truck drivers. I also really need an assistant. I haven’t gotten around to hiring one yet, but it’s on my to-do list. I also need to invest in one of those auto-signing things. Manually signing over five hundred checks is daunting. I also have to get them overnighted to all the places they need to go.

  “Hey, Boss. I just wanted to remind you that I’ll be out Friday.”

  “I got it down here. Is your mom excited?” He bought her tickets to Paris for Christmas. He just didn’t realize that they were for Valentine's Day weekend.

  “She is. She leaves Thursday, from New Orleans. Should be a blast for her.”

  “I’ll bet. Be sure to have some fun. See you next week.” We shake hands and he is out the door.

  I finish up my day and head home. We decided to stay in her apartment because it’s a little bigger and we don’t have to pay for it, not that money is an issue, but it makes sense. I could have knocked her over with a feather when I told her exactly how much money I have. We have. She will be added to my bank accounts in the morning. She didn’t want that, but I insisted. We are in this together. Besides the fact that everything I’ve done since leaving Regret was all for her.

  The rest of the week is more of the same wishing I was home, but by Sunday, we head out to the Hair of the Dog pub with the crew. We aren’t there an hour when Justin walks in with a woman.

  “Yo boss. Come join us,” Dylan shouts from the table.

  Justin acknowledges us by tipping his chin in our direction.

  When Justin and the woman get to the table, the real fun begins. I wouldn’t want to be him right now. From the looks on their faces, I can tell the guys are about to give him major shit.

  “What did you bring us?” Alan, the main mud logger, asks. He collects all the geological samples from the ground.

  “I didn’t bring you shit, Farnsworth.”

  “Now now, don’t be like that. It’s rare to see such a
beautiful single woman in these parts.” Julian, the other mud logger pipes in.

  “Oh, I am not single honey, I belong to him,” she says pointing at Justin and lifting their joined hands.

  “Well now, that was quick,” Callum says.

  “We don’t all wait twenty years to claim our girl,” he says, laughing. Aubree laughs too. I don’t find it all that funny.

  “It’s fourteen, get it right. Hey, I’m Aubree, this one is my husband. The rest of these boys are as single as can be. So if you know of any ladies looking to be snagged by a rugged oil rigger, send them this way.”

  “I’m Chloe, and I can think of a few,” she says, smiling. I don’t know her, but I get the feeling she is already scheming in her head as she takes in each guy, shaking their hands.

  Carl, the last man on the crew grabs two more chairs from a nearby table and we spend the rest of the evening drinking and bullshitting.

  After many, many chicken wings and just a few beers, Aubree yawns for the third time. Time to go. We say our goodbyes, but not before Chloe and Aubree make plans to go into Pierre for a spa day and some shopping Tuesday.

  Once in the parking lot, I help her into the truck and then get in the driver's seat.

  “Ready to go home, wife?” I ask, pulling out onto the street.

  “Very much ready, husband,” she says, pulling my free hand into hers.

  Being called “husband” by the woman of my dreams is a dream I never want to wake up from.

  Epilogue

  Callum

  Six Years Later

  “Bree, are you coming to bed?” I ask. It’s been a long ass day at work and the kids have been in bed for a few hours now. She sure is taking her sweet time in the bathroom. The day after we got married, we hired the contractors to start building this place. She wanted a big kitchen with an open concept living room and eight bedrooms, and a large deck with a firepit. We spent the first year and a half of our marriage crammed into her apartment over the bakery while our house was being built. We had our first son, Kyle, while we lived there. The other three, Cord, Tyler, and Wayne came one after the other.