by Gigi Thorne
Handing off a scrap of fire engine red silk, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled. She smacked his chest. “Wyn! Stop that.”
He got back at her for the squirmy dance by repeatedly bucking his hips as he jammed her panties into his pocket. Two could play.
Checking out her clothing, he winked. “Nice dress. Take it off.”
“What? Are you joking?”
“Nope. I’ve never had a lap dance, but I’m pretty sure naked ass and bouncing tits are part of the deal.”
She frowned. “Am I going to be the only one naked?”
He laughed. “What? Are you worried a caravan of vehicles is going to drop from the sky and catch us suddenly? Baby, we could fuck in the middle of the road, stop for a picnic lunch, and then fuck again, and I guarantee not a single truck will drive by.”
Her Sami pout turned his hard cock to pulsing stone. “It’s not fair, that’s all.”
He smiled. “Oh, I get it. Do you like looking at me? Is that it? Does seeing what you do to my cock make you wet?”
Her grumpy huff as she presented her back to him caused a chuckle to rumble from his throat, but she still got naked in a hurry.
He helpfully unhooked her bra the second she pulled the dress over her head. That was all it took to grab two delightful handfuls of tit. She let him have quite the time fondling her breasts from behind until her ass bouncing around on his groin got all his attention.
He sat up and tore off his shirt while she had a moment of happy clapping followed by a frenzied attack on his belt. With an effort that came off as superhuman, she freed his hard-on and shoved the jeans out of her way.
While he snarled and regretted that he couldn’t be naked, she took control of his cock. Being familiar with what turned him on, she sucked him into a frenzy.
It took a hellacious effort to pull her mouth off his cock, but when he was free of her suction, he pulled her over the top of him and ravaged her with hungry kisses.
She clawed his chest when he got handsy with her tits.
His hand slid down her belly as she demanded another kiss. His tongue entered her mouth at the same moment that he tested her arousal with a slow, sliding finger. Finding her wet and trembling, he waited no longer.
With steady hands, he pushed her upright until he fit her like a saddle. She shifted her legs and put her hands on his forearms. He lifted her, locked eyes, and then slammed her onto his full, throbbing length.
She moaned and shuddered as he held her on his cock.
Bucking into her body, he floated to a realm of exquisite pleasure. He rubbed his shaft against the enveloping thrill of her cunt to increase the friction of pleasure. When her muscles quivered along his cock, Wyn swore the plump knob of his dick throbbed with need.
She was like a ragdoll on top of him. Seeing her so undone by his cock, he felt manly triumph, but that didn’t mean he was letting her off the hook. No way.
With a hefty smack on her ass, she jumped with awareness and complained. “Ow.”
“I was promised a lap dance. Fuck me, woman. And make it good.”
Sami gathered her mess of hair and seductively pulled it on top of her head in a burlesque queen move that made his heart thump.
She bit her lip and kept her arms up. Her tits were directly in front of his face when she started gyrating. The truck filled with the scent of their fucking. She was dripping wet, so every plunge brought filthy sound effects that added to the whole thing.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Don’t hold back. Show me what you got.”
A primal sound, a female growl he’d never heard from her before, bounced off the sides of the truck. She undulated like a rodeo gal riding a bronco with her hands in her hair the whole time.
He caught a pebbled nipple when a movement brought it close to his mouth. He lifted to his forearms to aid his mauling of her tits while she rode him with cowgirl oomph.
His head dropped back to groan when he felt her fluid drip off his balls.
That was it for him.
“Finish it,” he demanded.
Shifting his hips to one side in an angle sure to bring her pleasure, he also managed to get his hand between them so he could rub her clit.
“Fuck me, Sami. C’mon, baby. Be my good girl.”
Her eyes flared. She shuddered and unleashed a furious fucking that ended with them bellowing in unison. His cock erupted for a long time, and she whimpered and shook without end.
He might have blacked out from the overwhelming pleasure. He wasn’t sure. Sami was trembling on top of him. He was struggling for oxygen and a clearer head.
She climbed off and managed to get back in the passenger seat. She was naked, shivering, and looked like she’d been mauled. He grimaced and opened his truck door. Swinging his legs out of the cab, he landed on his feet and wriggled into his jeans. Shoving his come-covered cock into his briefs was a sobering moment.
What the hell was he doing?
Scrambling to her side of the truck, he pulled open the door and solemnly went about dressing her. When he pulled her panties out of his pocket and helped her slide into them, she made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
He looked up and searched her face. She had the expression of a lost child, and his conscience couldn’t have it.
“We need to talk.”
5
“Me first,” Sami croaked when she felt ready to talk. She reached into the console and grabbed a roll of Lifesavers she saw when picking through his stuff.
The next available color was the green watermelon. “Ew.” She plucked it off the stack, rolled down the window, and tossed it. “Ya want one?” she offered.
He inspected the roll of candies. “I’m guessing you don’t like grape either?”
“The watermelon is just nasty. I like the grape, but it’s the cherry I’m after.”
“Oh, alright,” he grumbled. “Gimme.” He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
After getting to the red candy, she popped it in her mouth and waited for enough saliva to make a conversation possible.
“I have to tell you something.”
His face shuttered. He was expecting the worst, and she wanted to kick herself for being so clumsy.
She leaned on the center console, so he was closer and kissed his shoulder. He looked afraid when his eyes met hers.
What she had to say was a gift – a statement about his true place in her life – and she hoped on everything holy that he got it.
“I had it written into every contract – movies, TV, recording, didn’t matter – that the phrase good girl was never used in any scene or song that I was in.”
He blinked twice. “What?”
“I only ever wanted to be your good girl, Wyn. Those words are special. And they belong exclusively to you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Are you serious?” He sounded slightly horrified, but she didn’t know why.
“Yes. And if you doubt me, I can show you a whole stack of papers full of riders for different things, but that one was standard. Even for the commercials I did in Europe.”
“Ah, Jesus.”
She didn’t know why he sounded so put out. “I didn’t tell you to make you mad.”
“I’m not mad. I’m …” He huffed out a strangled breath and pounded on the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong, Wyn? What have I done now?” She swung away from him and clung to the passenger door. “I always fuck up with you.”
“No, god, no. Sami. Shit. No, that’s not it.”
“Take me home. Please. I don’t think I can take any more.”
“Sami, please.”
“No. Just drive. I need my place.”
They drove in more uncomfortable silence. She gritted her teeth. They had two gears – wild fucking and grim quiet.
At Millie’s, he unloaded the truck and made small talk with her dad while she hid in the ladies’ room. April came and found her.
“Samantha Loui
se Colton,” she pronounced in that drawn-out way parents did when they were making a point. April wasn’t her mother, but the woman did love her dad, and that was enough to make Sami consider her an authority figure.
“You two have to stop this. Right now,” April sternly barked. “What is wrong with you? And Wyn? Good god, girl. Do you think love comes along every day?”
She couldn’t fight back because her dad’s lady friend was right.
When she lined her up and landed a sharp punch straight to Sami’s heart, she felt like a cattle herd had slammed her.
“Are you under some impression that you have a life beyond this moment? Sami, come on. You of all people understand that life can alter forever in the blink of an eye. Do you think your dad ever thought he’d be widowed and raising a little girl all by himself? Do you think your mom envisioned dying in her thirties and leaving behind a husband, a daughter, and a life she loved?”
Tears swam in her eyes as the damning words hung in the air.
“What’s that saying? Country girls get shit done? Well, honey, if that’s true, then take Wyn by the hand or the balls, whichever works, and settle this thing once and for all. Personally, honey,” she drawled with no deficit of snark, “if it were me, I’d be on my knees proposing.”
Down but not out, Sami took April’s words and swung for the fence. “Then why aren’t you and my dad married?”
April laughed. Then she looked at her like she was nuts. Then she got serious.
“You don’t know?”
“No,” she replied. “You two clearly love each other – you live together – I don’t get it.”
“Honey,” April murmured softly. “When it was obvious he was dragging his feet, I tried some country gal chutzpah on for size and did the proposing. He politely declined. Seems he made promises to your mom when you were born. Promises he still honors. That man can’t put his happiness first until you’re sorted out.”
“What? No, April! No! What? Oh my god.” She gasped so harshly her head spun. “Are you saying he won’t marry you because of me?”
No answer was given, and when she gave it some thought, none was needed.
“I shouldn’t have come home,” she blurted out. “This is all on me. I ruin everything.”
“Oh, shut up.” April laughed. “A pity party isn’t a good look for you. You came home like a good girl, and yeah, you’re taking it on the chin, but nothing worth fighting for ever came easy.”
Good girl. Jesus. She closed her eyes and gathered her wits.
“If you want that man, then I suggest you face the shit that’s knocking on the door, wrestle it to the ground, and pin the fucker down. Pardon my unseemly use of vulgarity, but in this case, I think it worked, didn’t you? It did, right? You got that the fucker in question is Wyn.”
“Yeah, I got it, April. May I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“Has Dad told you anything about Wyn and me? Like what happened. I’m asking because a lot of people seem to know something that I don’t.”
April’s response was straight-forward. “Yes, he did. Your dad played a part, but he won’t tell you that, ever. I think it might be part of the men’s code. The story is Wyn’s to tell, honey.”
“I don’t understand what all the secrecy is about. Why can’t he just say what’s on his mind?”
“Men think they’re so tough, but there’s a knot in the yarn if you know what I mean. A man in love is fragile.”
Oh. She never thought of it like that. In a different light, some of Wyn’s actions, words, and reactions looked a little different. Maybe the anger he showed in the truck wasn’t what she thought. Anger can resemble anguish. She bit down on her lip.
“Thank you, April.” She hugged her tight and kissed her stepmom-in-waiting on the cheek.
Returning the hug, April kissed her on the forehead and gave her an encouraging smile. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”
“Not yet, but I’m getting there.”
* * *
“You have to tell her, son. This is getting ridiculous.”
“I know, Mr. Colton, and I’m sorry. But don’t worry. I will.”
Brad Colton’s face broke into a sly grin. “Come to your senses then, have you?”
Wyn just looked at him and kept his mouth shut. The heat making his collar uncomfortable moved to his face.
“Before I ask this next question, I want you to know that you get one.” Brad held up a finger to make the point. “Just one.”
He nodded as a knot of anxiety tightened in his gut.
“Were there tears involved in this come to Jesus moment? Did you make my girl cry?”
He nodded again and hung his head.
“Is that why she’s hiding out in the ladies’ room?”
Another shame-faced nod. He glanced quickly at Sami’s dad, expecting to find fury in his expression, and flinched when the man started laughing.
Brad slapped him on the back in a good-natured way. “Son, welcome to the real world where the tears of the woman you love are your personal kryptonite.”
“I’m an idiot.”
“Yup,” the man replied. “What are ya gonna do about it?”
He thought about it for a second and then shook Brad’s hand. “I’ve got this, sir. Might take some doing and a shit ton of groveling but don’t worry, Mr. Colton. Sami comes first. I get it now.”
“You’re a good man, Wyn. Do your parents proud, boy, and stop all this screwing around. Ya hear me? I don’t like what’s going on, and I know you two have to figure it out on your own, but I swear to god, Wyn, I’m on a short tether right now. Your takin’ liberties with my baby girl, and I don’t give a shit if she started it. You’re the man, so act like it. Take some goddamn responsibility for your actions, now and back then.”
Ouch.
“Brad,” April called out. “Guess what?”
Brad chuckled and hollered back, “What?”
“There’s a fresh pan of blueberry mess waiting for us at the house. We’re just in the way here,” she said with a smirk. “You know the staff hates when we poke around and make everyone nervous.”
He saw Sami’s head walking behind April as the smiling woman went to Brad and hugged him.
“I’m sending Sami home with some fried chicken – still hot if you’re both hungry.”
April’s beaming smile and less-than-subtle jab struck him as unusual. Also interesting was Sami’s vibe.
She held up the pan in her hands as evidence. “I’ll make a salad,” was all she said and then she kissed her dad’s cheek, said, “See ya,” and bolted for the diner door.
Okay then, so … what? They were having dinner together?
Startled that she just up and left, he scrambled to catch up after a hasty goodbye to Brad and April. He got to the passenger door of his truck three steps before she did and opened it for her.
“Here, hold this, and then give it to me, and I’ll set it on my lap. But hurry, okay? The food is hot, and the pan is kinda warm.”
She hopped into the cab and reached for the pan. All the tension from earlier seemed to have vanished. She wasn’t exactly smiling or kidding around, but at least she wasn’t snarling at him or – worse – crying.
It only took a couple of minutes to pull out of Millie’s lot and drive past the Colton house to the backyard where her motorhome was parked. She issued directions and left him to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Apparently, there was a table and chairs on the other side. She waved him on and told him she’d throw together a salad and be back.
Muttering as he walked around the big vehicle, Wyn tried to make sense of her changing mood.
The table and chairs ended up being store bought bistro furniture with fancy scroll designs on the iron chairs. God, he hated shit like this. He didn’t care what anyone said, those stupid little chairs were not made for a big guy.
Placing the pan of chicken on the table, he looked around at her outdoor setup.
Several strands of twinkle lights hung from the roof of the motorhome to a nearby tree. A convenient cooler sat near the table.
He checked out her modest fire pit that had two box crates for seating. Stuck in the ground next to one of the crates was a long stick with a burnt end. Sami’s younger self could live on s’mores if she had to. It was all kinds of cute that she still enjoyed the childhood treat.
While contemplating switching out one of the frou-frou bistro chairs for a crate, he noticed a large rolling case. Like something musicians dragged their shit around in. Curious, he inspected the unusual equipment, found it was slightly open, and pushed the sides wide.
Camera equipment, by the look of things.
Glancing at the motorhome, he considered his options and went with instinct. Equipment like this wasn’t an accident. She was filming something. He saw the small monitor and pulled it from the case. When he set it on top, he noticed the flash drive and didn’t even hesitate. Turning on the power, he queued up a video starring Sami. Holding down the rewind button for a good long time, he switched back to play and dragged the crate over so he could sit while he watched.
Sami appeared on the screen in front of a backdrop. His eyes dropped to the equipment case. He immediately spied the roll of heavy fabric propped up in the corner of the box. He watched for a moment. She was narrating while flipping through a picture album.
“This is me. Summer of 2003.” She snickered. “Won my first rodeo trophy that year. Look” – she pointed – “here’s me doing the barrels.”
She babbled on about her childhood in Wyoming. He couldn’t tell who the supposed audience was for the odd confessional. Was it just a diary?
“Cowboy confidential signing off for now. I’ll pick this up on the other side. Wish me luck!”
He felt the kiss she blew at the camera. Hitting fast forward, he found a few more clips like the first one. Sometimes, she talked about her dad, but most of the time, she spoke about him. Her best friend. The boy who grew into a cowboy hottie and the man who took her heart.