Blondie (Midland Springs Book 2)

by Joanne Ganci

  “Devil or Angel, I’d take you either way.”

  “Yeah?” Her lids lower, taking on this sultry look. “Would you now?”

  A wolf whistle rings out around us. “Y’all, I think we need to get out of here before they start fuckin’!” Jesse announces to the group—you know, the one that includes my mother and uncle? Yeah, that one.

  “What the fuck, Jesse?!” Lydia and I say at the same time.

  “Hey! Don’t even. Them sex eyes you’re givin’ him are so strong you got my dick stirrin’ and me questioning my very confirmed sexuality! Poor, Bull.” He draws his gaze down to my crotch. “I’m so sorry, buddy. I’m starting to feel your pain.”

  Everyone around us bursts into laughter. I’m hunched over, simultaneously laughing my ass off and dying of embarrassment. I manage to wheeze out, “Dude! Don’t ever fucking talk to my dick again. Like ever,” between fits of laughter.

  Lydia

  32

  Three things I’ve learned in the last five minutes: I have incredible sex eyes, Max calls his dick Bull, and Caleb Porter sounds like a dying donkey when he laughs.

  Fucking Jesse.

  The laughter begins to die down, and I’m wiping the tears off my face when Max grabs my hand and pulls me away from the booth. I don’t question him, just follow where he leads. We end up behind Riley’s boutique. It’s close enough that I can still hear a couple giggles and a bit of conversation, but at least we’re away from prying eyes. He leans up against the side of the building, pulling me in to stand in front of him. His hands land on my waist, and we continue our interrupted staring match. He’s wearing a smirk on his sexy, stubbled face. I can’t help myself, I bring my hand up to graze across the stubble. The prickles send a shiver down my spine. When my incredible sex eyes land on his stormy gaze, his grip on my waist tightens. “They really are powerful, Blondie.”

  My voice is husky, oozing the lust coursing through me, when I ask him, “Is that so?”

  He shifts his hips in response, letting me know exactly how powerful they are. A moan slips from my lips. He tilts his head forward just slightly, searching my eyes for any sign that I’m okay with his next move. I hope slipping my hand to the back of his head and pulling him down conveys the fuck yes I want it to.

  We’re both so fucking hungry for each other that when our lips converge, it’s like we’ve slipped into another dimension where the world is on fire. Everything else fades away, I can’t hear anyone anymore, all I can focus on is the heat coursing through my body. The velvety smooth glide of his tongue and the feel of his thick appreciation of me has me in a frenzy. He hoists me up, and my legs encircle his hips. My arms wrap around him, stroking over the solid mass of muscles in his back. Next thing I know, I’m being pressed into the brick wall.

  One of his hands is gripping my denim clad ass, and his other is trailing up my body. When he reaches my breast, I throw my head back and moan. He gives me another searing kiss to hold in the moan as he pinches my nipple. His hands stop their movement, and he pulls away from my mouth, trailing kisses along my jaw. “Blondie, I don’t think you can be quiet, and if we don’t stop right the fuck now, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

  I whimper as his tongue laves at the spot just below my ear. “Okay. Oh, God. Please…” I don’t know whether I’m asking him to stop or keep going. I know he’s right, and we should stop. I also know how fucking good he’s making me feel, and I really don’t fucking want it to end.

  He lets out a husky laugh, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I tilt my head to the side, letting him press soft kisses there as I try to calm my breathing. “Ohh, fuck. You’re right. We need to stop,” I tell him. The bite he gives me in response has me gasping. When he soothes the sting with his tongue and lips, I clamp my mouth shut, trying to keep the moan in. I smack his shoulder and try to push him away. Stupid sexy cowboy doesn’t move a fucking inch. “Max! Unless you plan on fucking me right here, right now, you better put me the fuck down,” I hiss.

  “As much as I really want to fuck you right now,” he thrusts his hips up, emphasizing his point, “I think I’d much rather have you somewhere my mother wouldn’t hear how good I’m making you feel.”

  “Oh, God,” I groan, thunking my head onto his shoulder. “Was I really that loud?”

  “Yes!” a chorus of voices ring out.

  Both of our eyes practically bulge out of our skulls. Fuckkkkkkk.

  “There’s no way I’m going back over there. Nope. No. Not happening.”

  “Don’t worry, Blondie. I got you,” he whispers, cupping my cheek. After another soul soothingly sweet kiss, he puts me down. He leaves me standing there, while he pops his head back into the booth. “Jesse, you got this?” he calls out.

  “Yeah, brother. Go get—”

  “Jesse Forrester, have you not caused enough nonsense for the day?” Maggie snaps.

  “No, ma’am. There’s never enough nonsense, as far as I’m concerned,” Jesse says, proudly.

  I don’t get a chance to hear the rest of the conversation. As soon as he was sure Jesse would take care of things, Max started walking away, swiping my hand up, and pulling me toward the parking lot. “You drive here, Blondie?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Mind if we leave your car here for a bit?”

  “Sure. Where are we going?”

  A boyish grin lights up his face. “You’ll see.”

  ∞∞∞

  Riding down the back roads in his Ford F-350, country music blaring, windows down.

  I’ve missed this.

  We may be older, and the truck may be bigger, but this is us. I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times we used to do exactly this. The combination of nostalgia and lust filling my mind is fucking intoxicating. At a stop sign he looks over at me, revving his engine. The first time he gave me that look was right after we had watched The Fast and the Furious. “You ready, Blondie?” Just like he used to, he doesn’t give me a chance to brace myself. Pedal to the metal, we’re zooming down the empty road. The truck fills with the sounds of my squeals and giggles, until they fade off into the wind.

  He takes a sharp left turn down a dirt road. “Oh my God I haven’t been here in forever!” I think every town has that place where teenagers go to mess around. Well in Midland, we have an empty field on the back end of the Turner property. It’s maintained, but they’ve never done anything with it. Back in the day, it always felt like we were getting away with something, sneaking onto their property. I ended up finding out that the Turners always knew we were out there, and as long as we kept the field clean, didn’t mind us hanging out.

  “Figured we could watch the sun set in the back of my truck like old times.”

  “You still keep blankets and pillows in your truck?”

  “I may have packed some up a few weeks ago, hoping we’d get the chance to come out here.” He throws the truck in park, then turns to face me, his left arm slung over the steering wheel. “It was always one of the things I missed most after I left. There isn’t much that beats holding you in my arms while the sun goes down, nature’s song playin’ in the background.”

  Why is he so fucking sweet? When I don’t say anything, he sighs and runs his hand through his short, dark hair. The move makes his bicep flex, and I force myself to stop staring. “I missed that too, Max. I missed everything about us...” He freezes, slowly picking his head up to look at me. There’s so much hope and longing in his stormy eyes, that it pushes me to say something I wouldn’t normally admit. “I still do.”

  I can tell that he tries to keep his face even, but he can’t contain the smile that breaks out. “Well, Blondie, we got a sunset to watch. You coming?”

  He jumps out of the truck. Most people would see that as him running, but I know better. He’s giving me a moment, so I won’t run. The back of my head hits the headrest, and I shut my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. I hear him open up the tailgate and the truck jostles. I pull down the visor and open the mi
rror. “Stop running, Lydia. He’s been nothing short of amazing the last month. Woman up, get out of the truck and watch the fucking sunset in the arms of the man that you’ve been in love with half your life.” Snorting, I snap the mirror shut.

  Because it isn’t that simple.

  Or is it?

  When I get to the back of the truck, Max already has the blankets and pillows laid out. I pull myself up onto the tailgate. Once I’m sitting down, I take off my boots and socks—I hate just wearing socks, I’d much rather be barefoot—set them off the side. I settle in, letting my bare feet dangle off the edge of the tailgate. Staring out at the empty field, with the wind blowing the slightly overgrown grass, and a bank of trees lining the edge, I let out a sigh. My gaze lifts up to see the first signs of the sun dipping low in the sky. Max comes and sits next to me wordlessly. “Hey, sorry about that.”

  “Lydia, you don’t have to apologize. If you’re not ready to move forward, that’s okay.”

  “Max—”

  “No, Lydia, let me finish. If you want to keep things platonic, we keep them platonic. If you want to call it quits and never see me again.” The words come out slow, with a hard edge to them, like they physically hurt him to speak aloud. “Then that’s what we do.” He shifts his body, pulling my hand off the tailgate and into his. My head tilts, so I can see the beautiful man that has always owned my heart. “Everything and I mean everything is up to you, Blondie. You already know I love you, and I know that you love me. But none of that matters if all you feel is hurt when you look at me. I would rather live a life without you than to put you through any amount of pain.”

  “You done?”

  “Uh...yeah?”

  I move up to straddle him, my knees pressing into the tailgate. “It’s not pain I feel when I look at you. Not anymore. I’m not going to lie to you and say that everything is all hunky dory. I’m scared, Max. When you left, I closed myself off. I’ve spent nine years being the bitch that doesn’t feel things. It’s hard to just put that side of myself away. I don’t think she’ll ever go away completely, she’s part of who I am now. But this last month showed me, I’m also still that fun, carefree girl I used to be. When honestly, I thought she walked away right after you.” He starts to shift beneath me, and his mouth opens slightly to interject, but I don’t give him a chance. I kiss him, soft and sweet. Letting him feel how vulnerable I am. He didn’t give up on me, and now it’s time for me to start returning the favor. “I want this. I want us. I—”

  He cuts me off, locking our lips together. Our tongues dance to the beat of our racing hearts. His hands slip underneath my shirt, running up my naked back. When they reach where my bra should be, he growls and takes my bottom lip between his teeth. My hips circle and my head falls back, a moan escaping my lips. He lifts my shirt up, and I help him take it off, throwing it towards the bed of the truck. A trail of kisses winds down my neck to my collarbone.

  I rake my nails down his back and start pulling at his fitted t-shirt. I fucking need to feel his skin. His lips are on mine again, but the kiss isn’t enough. I want more. Moaning out his name, I grind my hips down, hoping to ease this built-up frustration. “More. Please.”

  “Stand up,” he commands. For once, I do exactly as he says, raising up to stand next to him on the tailgate. He turns his body, so he’s facing me. His hands trail up my legs, until he reaches the button on my pants. He slowly pulls down my jeans and panties, his eyes never leaving mine. When my pants are at my ankles, I lift my feet, and we manage to get everything off, without me falling.

  I can feel the damp Florida air wrap around me, as I stand there naked, but all I’m focused on is the heat in the storm-filled eyes staring back at me. “I want your head on those pillows before I get this shirt off, baby.” As soon as I turn around, he smacks my ass, and I scramble over to the pillows. I get down on my hands and knees, laying my head on the plush pillow. “You know damn well that’s not what I meant, woman.”

  A cheeky grin spreads over my face, and I can hear Max undo his buckle. I imagine him kneeling behind me, looking down at the view of my back arched and my bare ass raised high in the air. Can he see how wet I am? Does he know how bad I fucking need him? I spread my knees and let my hand glide down my body, until I press my middle finger to my clit. Moaning, I turn my head to the side, so he’ll be able to hear me. “My head’s on the pillow, isn’t it?”

  SMACK!

  “Oh, God,” I groan. Adding another finger, I pick up the rhythm over my clit. His hand lands on my ass again, in another hard slap. This time he bends down to kiss away the pain. “Fuck. Max!”

  He kisses his way up over the curve of my ass, down the slope of my arched back, to my shoulder. I can feel his solid muscled chest on my back as he nips and licks just between my shoulder blades, causing my back to arch farther, sending my ass into the firm grip of his hand. He’s kneading the flesh of my ass and grinding his hips into me. “Are you going to turn over and let me make love to you or are you gonna keep being a stubborn brat?” he growls out in my ear at the same time he pushes two fingers into me.

  “Yessssss.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question, Blondie.” The bastard wants me to form thoughts and answer questions while he’s curving his fingers to hit just the right fucking spot. “Do I need to make you come before you’ll do as I say?”

  “Yes! That. Oh, God, please make me come, Max.”

  Together we draw out my pleasure. Closer and closer to the… “OH, FUCK!”

  Max

  33

  Oh, fuck is right.

  I slip my fingers out of her and leave another kiss between her shoulder blades before straightening up. Without my body to lean on, she collapses onto her side. Just after I get my pants off, I hear her mutter, “So much better than BOB.”

  “Did you really just compare me to some prick named Bob?”

  She lets out a half-hearted laugh, “Not Bob, BOB.”

  “Blondie, I think you lost some brain cells with that orgasm. You aren’t making a lick of sense.”

  She leans up on her elbows, smirking at me. “B. O. B. Battery Operated Boyfriend, Cowboy. I said you were better than my vibrator.”

  “Oh, you little…” I pounce on her, tickling her sides. She tries to push my hands away, so I grab her wrists and secure them over her head with one hand, and continue my tickle assault.

  “Max. MAX. Stop. Uncle, uncle. Stop!” she screams, giggling.

  Taking mercy on her, I turn my tickling into caressing. Sliding my hand up the curve of her hip, across her stomach. I run my thumb over the beauty mark she has just below her rib cage, before moving my hand up between her breasts to the curve of her neck. My fingers tangle in her hair, and I pull her head up, so I can kiss those succulent lips I spent nine years missing. Letting go of her wrists, I lean up to watch my hand glide down her arm. My tanned skin from working out in the Florida sun, on her ivory skin is such a beautiful sight to behold. Over her shoulder, to her breast, where I run my thumb over her rosebud nipple. I roll it between my fingers, leaning down to lick and suck on the other. The whimpers and moans that come out of her as I give all of my attention to her pert breasts, is music to my ears. Her hands fall to the back of my head, nails biting into my scalp, as she pulls me into her body.

  I leave a kiss on the top of her breast and reach over to grab the condom from my jeans pocket—I will never make the mistake of not carrying one for the rest of my life. When I straighten up, I just take a moment to admire her. Laying before me is an angel, my angel. From the messy waves of blonde hair fanned out over the pillows, to the small tattoo of an open book on her hip, all I see is absolute perfection.

  This girl was made for me.

  “I couldn’t imagine a more perfect woman if I tried.” I roll the condom over my throbbing length and go in for another kiss. As soon as our bodies are aligned, she wraps her legs around me. As we’re kissing, I reach down, sliding my cock along her lips. When my head rolls over her c
lit she bites down on my lip, making me hiss. Her tongue darts out to soothe the sting and I groan. Lining myself up with her opening, I push my hips forward slightly and move my hand to grip her hip.

  Slowly, I sink into her warm, wet channel. I let my forehead fall down to her shoulder as her arms go around me. “Max...I need more,” she whispers in my ear, breathing heavily.

  “God, Blondie. You feel so fucking good.” I pull my hips back, sliding almost all the way out of her, before swiveling them and gliding back in.

  Back and forth.

  In and out.

  Sliding home, over and over again.

  Lydia’s clutching onto my back, head thrown back in bliss. Her hips are rolling, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. I turn my head and kiss up her neck. “Fucking perfect. You. Are. Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.” I punch my hips into her with each word.

  “Fuck. Yes, Max. Harder! Oh, God.”

  I curl my arms under her back to grip her shoulders, my thrusts taking on a hard, staccato rhythm. One of her hands slides between us, to her clit, while the other moves to the back of my neck. She pulls me over to lock our lips, kissing me between moans.

  “Right there. Oh. I’m so fucking close,” she pants out.

  Punching in harder and harder, I feel her contract around me as she screams out my name. A few more pumps and I’m releasing into the condom.

  I slide out of her, laying down beside her. Opening my arm, I pull her into my side. She curls her body around me. We’re both a sweaty mess, and the mosquitoes will eat us alive soon, but I can’t even fathom moving, let alone getting dressed.

  That was so fucking perfect.

  One day, there won’t be a condom between us.

  Oh, fuck. The thought has my spent dick twitching. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.

  ∞∞∞

  We reluctantly pulled apart a while ago to put our clothes back on. As much as we enjoyed laying naked together, I wasn’t kidding about those mosquitoes. Them little buggers are relentless.