by Shae Shannon
When she entered the huge kitchen, the house was empty. A note lay beside the coffeepot, so she grabbed her morning fix and sat at the table by the huge bay window to read it and chug her liquid jump-start.
Emmie, sweetheart~
Don’t worry about work today. Jeremy called the Mortons and told them you quit. Before you get upset or angry, we need you here. I will not have any child of mine working for next to nothing. They are good people, but they need to realize that this is not the 50s and a quarter doesn’t buy a week’s worth of food. Plus, we are underpowered here on the ranch, and need an extra hand. You know the job and can do it better than most men.
I left you a plate of breakfast in the microwave. I will check to see if you ate, so don’t skip breakfast, dear. I need to get you healthy again.
I will be back around ten. I have a quilting meeting with the ladies from the church this morning, and I thought you needed rest more than to learn the newest backstitch. It will be more gossip than sewing I am afraid. Mrs. Magillicutty just got back from her son’s house in Michigan and will surely have hours of nonstop complaints about her poor daughter-in-law. I feel so bad for the poor girl.
Anyway, the boys are still in bed, and Jeremy had to run into town. I love you, sweetheart. I want you kicked back and relaxing today. No chores! The chickens and rabbits have all been fed, my nephews are taking care of the cattle and horses, and I have already tended the garden.
Oh, one last thing, go look out the door. I think there might be something that will interest you.
All my love,
Mom
EmmaLee sat the note down, smiling. Lilly truly treated her like a daughter, and her heart swelled from the concern and love the woman showed. Before heating her breakfast, curiosity got the best of her. She sat her cup on the table and walked through the dining area toward the front door. She swung it open to see a brand new Chevy four-by-four truck parked right by the gate. The almost iridescent purple paint sparkled in the morning sun. An envelope under the windshield wiper that was flapping in the warm breeze drew her curiosity.
Oh my God. They didn’t…She took off in a sprint through the yard. With shaky hands, she snatched the envelope and tore it open to remove a small, roughly scribbled note. The envelope fell to the ground, so she quickly stomped on it to keep it from blowing away.
Emmie~
Your truck was a death trap, and a piece of shit. I won’t have no kid of mine driving in something that could hurt them. Jase picked out the color, against my better judgment. I don’t know about the purple, but I guess it is a girl thing. Anyway, the keys are in it. Don’t go getting all huffy and puffy, I won’t take no for an answer, and that’s that. We need you havin’ reliable transportation to help during hay season. Purple or not, it’s big enough to haul a trailer, and I ain’t gotta worry about you becomin’ road kill. I just hope that the cows don’t laugh when they see you comin’.
Love,
Dad
“No! No way! Oh my gosh! Eeek! It’s purple!” EmmaLee bounced up and down. In a flash, she had opened the door to find the keys in the ignition. Without hesitation, she had hopped in and started it. It roared to life, sending her in another fit of joyous yelps and yells. The radio came on, with a duet of Hank Williams Jr. and Gretchen Wilson singing “Outlaw Women” floating through the cab around her. She held the tears of joy that threatened to gush and mess up her recently applied eyeliner and mascara. She sat, belting out the lyrics and checked out every button and compartment. She soon realized that they had opted for all of the bells and whistles. With heated leather seats, remote start, and the navigation system with a Post-it note stuck to it that read, “This was a must for the most directionally challenged girl I know—Lyndon,” the gifts and consideration made her heart swell with love and emotion. She had never had such a thoughtful, wonderful, extravagant gift in her life. Her mind wandered back through the years, over all of the things the Dennisons had done for her. Every holiday she was included, and even had the same amount of presents under the tree at Christmas. They were her true family. Before she could get too wrapped up in the sentimental memories, Jase opened the passenger side door and scared the shit out of her.
EmmaLee released a blood curdling scream, and jerked up so hard she smacked her head on the roof of the cab.
“Easy, girl. Didn’t mean to startle you…” He reached over and removed her hand from her now-injured head to examine the damage. “Thankfully you didn’t knock another hole in your head. So, what do you think of your replacement?” A toothy grin stretched across his face and excitement danced in his baby blues.
EmmaLee could see his irresistible dimples, and was tempted to kiss each adorable mark. “Oh, Jase. This is more than I could ever dream of. I know it cost a pretty fortune, and I can’t afford it! It is so perfect.”
“It is paid for, and all yours, baby. Just think of it as an early birthday present. Dixon had the dual exhaust put on, I had the badass system installed, and well, I am sure you found the note from Lyndon and figured out his little contribution.”
“I can’t accept this, it is way too much money!”
“You don’t have a choice. Besides, I don’t see anyone else wanting a purple truck. It was made just for you. And, I know that a lot of feelings would be hurt if you refused it. Dad searched every car lot and nothing was good enough. He finally had this one shipped same-day delivery from a car lot in the city. So, suck it up, buttercup, we wanted something that wouldn’t leave you stranded in the middle of the sticks and at the mercy of some country serial killer or one of the crazy mutants off of The Hills Have Eyes or something. You have too pirdy of a mouth to be stuck somewhere.” His best Deliverance accent caused her to giggle and shake her head at another movie reference joke he was so well known for. “Plus, it took me half the night to wire those dang speakers and amp in and I ain’t unhookin’ them any time soon.”
“The Hills Have Eyes, huh? Well, as the dude in the overalls in Joe Dirt said, ‘I like to see homos naked,’” she mumbled in her best Old Cajun Man accent.
Jase busted into laughter, having to hold his sides in attempts to catch his breath. “Yes, home is where you make it, and this is your home, Emmie. It has been and always will be. One thing, though. Movie references are my thing. I can’t have competition, got it?” His mouth curved into a mischievous boyish grin that showed both rows of his pearly whites.
He laced her fingers with his, sending an electric current through her body. She could feel her panties instantly dampen and squirmed in her seat. Without thinking, she leaned over and locked her lips to his in a hard, demanding smooch. He urgently responded, tangling his tongue with hers and deepening it into a fire pit of molten sexual lava. His hand came up to cup around her neck and jaw, gently caressing the skin in small strokes. She slid over closer, pulling one knee up to rest on the seat and moved the other to drape across his lap. Her hands slid up the hard muscles of his arms, allowing every bump of hard man meat to send her libido into a rapid slingshot to the sky. He slowly worked them back to earth, softening his lips on hers. He swallowed a deep sigh that slipped from her kiss-swollen lips.
“I am so sorry, I…I mean I…couldn’t help it.” She stammered on only to be stopped by a hush sound.
“Quit. Don’t ever apologize for kissing me. I love the taste of your lips, sugar. You might just wake to find a new truck in the driveway every morning if that is the response I get.” They both smiled.
“Thank you, Jase.” She moved her legs off of his lap.
“Have you found what Momma left yet?” He reached into the glove box, pulling out a small black box from under the paperwork that was neatly folded. He handed it to her, letting his fingers drag over her palm in the process. Her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to still her trembling hands. She flipped the lid open, gasping when she viewed the contents. A gold locket encrusted with amethysts and diamonds on a beautiful chain lay carefully on the velvet insides. When she flipped it open, a
n inscription had been etched in delicate calligraphy.
For my only daughter—you are always in our heart.
Before the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes had a chance to fall, Jase had exited the truck and moved around to extract her from the driver’s side. He lifted her in his arms, shut off the truck, and shut the door, and was carrying her back into the house before she could say anything. Instead of protesting, she laid her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes.
It wasn’t until she realized he had taken her back down to her basement apartment that she sat up, confused. “What are we doing down here?”
Instead of setting her down, he kicked the door closed with his boot and walked through to the bedroom. “Something that I should have done a long time ago, Emm. I fought it for years, thinking that I had no business feeling the way I do.” Without another word, he plopped her on the bed and yanked his shirt off with the other hand.
Jase stared down at the wide-eyed beauty before him. Her silky hair had started to fall from the ponytail, and without thinking he reached down and set it free. It cascaded around her shoulders in a silky sheet. “So fucking gorgeous.” Her face was angelic. With a half-anticipating, half-hungry expression, the soft reddening in her cheeks made his balls fill up. She gazed up at him through the long, thick lashes that lined the biggest brown peepers he had ever seen. Her perfect white teeth tugged at her full, pouty bottom lip, drawing visions of his cock thrusting in and out of her sweet, plump mouth. A growl vibrated from his chest. His eyes stayed attentively focused on every majestic detail of her face while he kicked off first one boot, then the other.
Without breaking eye contact, he bent down, placing each hand on the bed at her sides and slowly crawled over her, laying her back in the process. “Emmie, if you want to stop me before I go any farther, do so now. Otherwise I am going to sink my greedy cock deep up in your pussy. Do you understand?”
He lowered his face to her neck, and traced its length with the tip of his tongue. To make sure she was aware of his intentions, he pressed his body to hers, and ground the hard bulge behind his jeans into her sex. He could feel the strain of the material as his shaft tented against his zipper, begging to be set free. The instant he made contact with the spot between her legs, soft moans slipped from her. “Is that an invitation, darlin’?” His words drawled out, revealing the arousal that burned inside of him.
A soft, whispering “yes” was all she managed before he captured her mouth with his in a desperate assault. Their lips only parted long enough for him to lift her arms overhead and tug the cloth barrier that stood in the way of the prize underneath. He threw her shirt over his head and stopped to look down at what awaited him.
A red and black lace bra decorated her large, delicious breasts. Two of the prettiest pink little peaks played peekaboo through the translucent fabric, making his mouth flood with saliva. “Son of a bitch, Emmie. Those are the sexiest tits I have ever seen. Take that bra off now so I can taste them.” The last part of his statement came out in a gruff demand, jerking her attention. She quickly obeyed, discarding it over her head with a fling. He couldn’t do anything but stare. Like a hungry wolf, his eyes locked to her chest. The sexy little vixen was unaware of her gifts, making him a kid on Christmas morning. Before any insecurities could form, he attached to her left nipple. He tweaked the other with his fingers, instantaneously sparking a fire deep in the pit of her stomach. He let his teeth graze the tender flesh, and followed it up with the soothing texture of his tongue to give her a sensual overload. Her body bucked against him, begging for more. His mouth violently moved up her body, capturing her mouth again while he removed the tight confinements of the jeans and let his shaft spring free. After he had shucked the jeans over his feet, he worked on hers, pulling her underwear off at the same time. His eyes widened at the sight of her shaved, smooth pussy. He stared, unconsciously licking his lips. “Emm, I want to take my time and get to know every inch of your perfect fuckin’ body. Shit, girl. That smooth, shaved cunt looks so fucking gorgeous. I want to eat it until you cream all over my face. But right now I can’t hold back. I am going to pound you hard and fast. I need to be inside you now!”
“Yes! Please, Jase, please take me!” That single gasping sentence tipped him over the edge. His hand found the honey hole he craved, and he rapidly began toying with her engorged clit. Juices coated his finger.
“Damn, Emm. Your cunt is so wet and ready.” Without warning, he thrust his digit in, pumping it in and out of her gushing sleeve. Her body arched into his hand, meeting every dip of his finger. On the next thrust, he added a digit, feeling her muscles stretch and clamp around them. He stopped buried deep up inside, and scissored his fingers.
“Oh wow! I don’t know what you are doing but that feels amazing…Oh!” EmmaLee’s voice increased the more he maneuvered them. He curled his fingers toward her belly, and with every fingerbanging, massaged her G-spot. Before she could come, he pulled out, leaving her desperate for more. Jase pulled his fingers into his mouth, and licked them clean.
“Your juices are the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted, Emm.” He smacked his lips.
Raspy, quick breaths of air rushed between her clenched teeth. “Oh, Jase, I need you. I have always needed you.” EmmaLee pulled him back to her lips and took over. He rubbed his mushroom head along her slit, soaking it in the seeping cream. It slid back and forth, passing over her clit with each lap. The wonderful sensations her clit had with each swipe made her giddy as to what was to come. She tilted her pelvis up, causing his dick to stop at her hole without allowing passage. A deep grumble vibrated into her mouth. She sucked his tongue in deep, begging for her other cavern to be filled in an unspoken gesture. He pulled both of her wrists above her head and anchored them with one hand. Her perfect breasts jutted out, pressing into his chest with eagerness. The feeling of her hands immobile sent her into a spiral of lust. After he made sure his hand wasn’t causing pain, he worked the huge knob into her hungry box. The pressure was intense. She hadn’t had many sexual encounters in her life, and none in a very long time. Her schedule left little time and no energy for self-play, so her kitty screamed at the sudden attention and intrusion.
Inch by painfully delightful inch, he slid his enormous girth and length to seat in her slick, soft vise. Never in her life had she felt so full. The slight burn amped up her arousal more, adding more moisture to lube the invading piece of heaven. After her inner muscles began to relax, he began moving in long, slow strokes in and out of her body. With each extract, the huge bulb would stretch her opening, popping it in and out.
“I have never felt something so wonderful, Emmie. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight. It is so hot and wet around me.” Jase dipped his head back down, claiming her inviting lips. Her eyes closed. She let out soft moans that he happily muffled by deepening the assault on her mouth. As his pace quickened, her hips arched into his, pushing him deeper into her sex. The friction in her channel and the pounding against her inner magic button drove her higher and higher. She broke her mouth free, shoving the back of her head harder against the pillow and let loose the caged cries of pleasure. She pulled free of his restraint, frantic to touch him. The light glistened off of his bare, sweat-beaded shoulders. Even in this state of lust drunk, his beauty captured her attention. When she met his eyes, she lost it. The intense predatory glaze that had morphed him into a wild animal shook her to the core. She raked her hands down his back, landing on the perfect rock hard globes of his ass. Her fingernails sliced into the taut skin, forcing his flesh rocket deeper.
“Yes! Jase, oh my God that feels so good! Fuck! Harder!” EmmaLee didn’t recognize her own voice. It was low, gravely, and demanding.
“You asked for it, darlin’.” With a roar, he slammed into the end of her cave, pounding bottom and scraping against the now sensitive walls with every move. He would tilt this way then that, giving every inch of her insides the same amount of attention. All of the different feel
ings floated her to another universe, where nothing existed but them, fucking right here, now. It felt like lightning was collecting in the center of her womb. Her body became hypersensitive. Every slide of his sweat-coated flesh against hers wound each muscle in her body tighter and tighter.
“Please! Please, Jase! I need…I need…oh God please more! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”
Her wild, needy demands broke the last string of humanity he had left. Jase lifted up over her, separating their chests. As the protest began to erupt from her lips, he braced himself and shoved in her deep. His movements became harsh and brutal, driving them both to the orgasmic finish line. Her breasts were bouncing from the impact. It was the hottest sight he had ever seen. Her half-hooded eyes were glazed over in a sex craze. Her normally plump lips were swollen and red, making them even more un-fucking-believable. Strands of her silky hair clung to the perspiration on her face and forehead. He felt his balls load up. Shit! I am not going to last much longer! He bent down enough to reach the nipples that were jutting at him and twisted. She bucked underneath him, and held on for the ride. Before she could recover, he would do it again, and thrust into her G-spot at the same time. In only five repetitions, she came unloose. Her body arched and thrashed under him, while her inner muscles milked so tight he strangled out an animalistic roar and shot his seed up in her so hard he thought her head would pop off. They both rode out the orgasmic bliss until every last ripple had subsided.
He had never experienced such a hard orgasm that rocked through his whole body and soul. Given the dreamy, half-unconscious look on Emmie’s face, it was pretty good for her, too. He finally collapsed on top of her, gasping for oxygen. Her breathing was equally as erratic, so he rolled to her side to give her room to breathe. His arms quickly wound around her, and with the last ounce of energy he had left, he pulled her head onto his shoulder. They laid in silence for a long time, just snuggling. EmmaLee was the first to speak. “Jase, I, well, that was amazing. I have never felt that way before, in my entire life.”