Blondie (Midland Springs Book 2)

by Joanne Ganci

  A cheshire grin spreads across his face, and he cages me in against his truck. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

  Dammit. What’s he gonna—

  His lips descend on mine. One of his hands threads through my hair, while his other grips my ass. He kisses me with so much fucking passion, the whole world disappears. Nothing outside of this kiss exists, absolutely nothing. My whole body ignites as he takes my breath away. Just as fast as he was on me, he’s gone.

  My lips are swollen and my panties are wet. He just chuckles, smoothes out my hair, and kisses my forehead, before whispering, “Night, Blondie.”

  He gets into the truck and I’m so dazed, I jump when the engine rumbles. I scramble a few feet away, and shake my head at him laughing in the cab of his massive truck.

  Well played, Weston.

  Well played.

  Lydia

  38

  Max: Brody and Denise are going to drop the girls off around 10 AM.

  Lydia: Okay. Are we still on for tonight?

  Max: Of course we are. Did you just want me to pick you up? You can spend the night. Just seems silly for you to be driving back and forth.

  “What’s with the bug eyes? And how come you’re allowed on your phone, but you bite my head off when I’m on mine?” Tasha asks me.

  “I only bite your head off when you’ve been sitting there playing games instead of working.”

  “Fair. And the bug eyes?” I show her my phone in explanation. “I mean, he raises a good point. Aren’t y’all dating? You looked pretty freakin’ cozy on Memorial day.”

  “We are.”

  “Then what’s the problem? Have y’all not slept together yet?”

  I glance over at the circulation desk, then back at the table where I’m currently sorting books—the one Max ended up fucking me on, not long after I gave him the blow job of his life. “No, we have. That’s not it.”

  “Girl, you aren’t makin’ a lick of sense. If you’ve already slept together and y’all are official and all that, spending the night seems perfectly logical.”

  “It is. It’s perfectly fucking logical,” I whisper-shout, and start pacing the length of the back room. “I don’t know why I’m freaking out. There is absolutely no reason for me to freak out right now. But funny thing, I am.”

  “Calm down, Lydia.” She grabs my shoulders, steering me over to the chair. “Sit. Breathe.”

  Plopping down into the chair, I take a few deep breaths and look up at her. “It just feels so big. Sleeping in the same bed. We’ve never actually done that before.”

  “Never? Y’all dated for four years,” she points out, her tone incredulous.

  “I was in freakin’ high school. My mom never would have let me spend the night with him.”

  Her eyes widen, “Did y’all never have sex back then?”

  “Of course we did, but my mom didn’t know that. I mean, she probably did, she’s a southern mama. They fucking know everything.”

  “Ain’t that the damn truth. I can’t do anything without my mama knowing.”

  “Exactly!” I pick my phone back up and stare at the screen. Putting it back down with a huff, I ask her, “Why does this feel like such a big deal?”

  “Have you spent the night with any other guy?”

  “Of course…” I scoff. Wait, I never actually spent the night with Paul or Jeff. And I sure as hell never stayed after a one-night stand. I always slipped out after they fell asleep. “Holy shit. Tasha, I’ve never spent the night with a guy. I’m fucking 27 years old, and I’ve never spent the night with a man. How the hell did that happen?”

  “I mean, I guess it’s not that hard. You’ve always lived with your mama, right? And honestly, you never really gave a shit about anybody since Max.”

  “Holy shit.” That’s all I can say right now, I just sit there staring up at her. She shifts her big wire-framed glasses up her face. On anyone else they would look like grandpa or Harry Potter glasses, but somehow she pulls them off.

  She sits down next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder and squeezing it lightly. “Honey, it’s alright. If you’re not comfortable spending the night with him, you don’t have to. You know that’s always an option, right?”

  “Yeah. It’s not that I don’t want to...God. You’re right, I really don’t make a lick of sense.”

  She laughs, her springy curls bouncing around her head. “You know what they always say, love makes us stupid.”

  “They ain’t lyin’.”

  “I’ll leave you to your crisis. Some of us have actual work to do,” she jokes.

  “Ugh. Thanks for calming me down. I’m shit at this whole wise librarian thing.”

  “Nah, most of the time you’ve got your shit together. Everyone’s allowed to have their freak outs. If you didn’t, I’d start to think you weren’t human. Though a cyborg boss might be pretty cool.” She tilts her head to the side, pressing her index finger to her plump bottom lip in thought.

  “I think you’ve been playing too many of those video games, missy!”

  She gasps, clutching her chest is mock astonishment. “Blasphemy! You can never play too many video games! Now, I know you’re crazy, I’m out of here.” Turning abruptly, making the skirt of her Doctor Who dress swish audibly, she sashays out of the room.

  “She is so ridiculous.” I’m so glad I hired her.

  My phone buzzes loudly against the wood table. Cautiously, I pick it up.

  Denise: Do you want us to pick you up on the way up to the farm tomorrow?

  Deep breath.

  Do I?

  I mutter, “Fuck it,” under my breath.

  Lydia: No, I’m staying the night there. Thanks, though.

  Before I lose my courage, I shoot Max a text agreeing to spend the night with him.

  ∞∞∞

  “Hey, Blondie. How was your day?” Max asks as he leans over to give me a kiss when I climb into his truck.

  “Good. It was good. Thanks.”

  “Okay...here, let me put your bag in the back for you.” He takes the overnight bag off of my lap, putting it in the backseat.

  “Thanks.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothin’. I’m fine.”

  “Aw, hell. I may be dumb, but I ain’t that dumb. Lydia, look at me.”

  “What?” I snap, turning to face him. He doesn’t get angry at my attitude, just looks at me, patiently waiting. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath.

  When I open my eyes, he’s got a soft smile on his face. “That’s better. Now, let’s try that again. What’s wrong, Blondie? You can talk to me.”

  I let out an exasperated sigh, and sink back into my seat, facing forward. “I’m…”

  He reaches over, taking my hand in his, twining our fingers together. When I don’t continue, he pulls our hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. He still doesn’t say anything. No pressure to talk. He lets me reel myself in, letting me know he’s there, but never pushing me.

  After a few minutes I look over at him. “I’m nervous, okay?”

  “Why are you nervous, darlin’?”

  “I’ve never spent the night with a man,” I grumble.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I groan and repeat myself more clearly. “Really? I thought you said—”

  “Oh, I’ve slept with other men. It was just never hearts and flowers. Spending the night with them never came up. I didn’t even realize I’d never done it until after you invited me this afternoon.”

  “It’s okay if you don’t want to spend the night, Blondie. We can do something in town, and I can drop you off afterwards. Or we don’t have to do anything at all.”

  “No, that’s stupid. We’re just going to watch a movie together, then go to bed. It’s not a big deal.”

  “Lydia, listen to me. If you are ever uncomfortable with something, it is a big deal. Your feelings are valid and they matter to me. I could always sleep on the couch too. Whatever you’re comfortable
with.” He’s so adamant, I know he would do exactly that, if I asked him to.

  “No, Max. I...I want to spend the night in your arms. I just don’t do nervous very well. It somehow always manages to shift to bitchy.” I chuckle. “A lot of my moods shift to bitchy, actually.”

  “That’s alright. Promise to let me know if you’re not okay with something?”

  “Yeah. I promise.” He gives me a stunning smile and kisses the back of my hand again.

  “Then let’s bust this popsicle stand.”

  Lydia

  39

  I stir the next morning when Max presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Mornin’ gorgeous.”

  “Mmm. Good morning,” I croak out, my voice heavy with sleep.

  “I have to get up and put a little work in before we start our day of fun.” He kisses me lightly, then shifts to get out of the bed.

  “Noooo.” I tug on his arm. “Come back here, I’ll get up with you, let’s just stay in bed for a little bit longer.”

  “You are a terrible influence. You know that?”

  “I know, the worst!”

  “Good thing I love you then.”

  “I guess it is.” I kiss him, intending to make it a quick peck, but he’s having none of that. He kisses me with slow, languid strokes of his tongue. Before I know it, I’m situating myself on top of him, my bare pussy resting just above his hardening dick. He wraps his arms around me, running his hands down my naked back. When he reaches the sheet that’s tangled around my hips, he slips his hand beneath it to squeeze to globes of my ass.

  “Can you be quiet, Blondie?” he whispers next to my ear.

  “I think I can manage,” I pant out as he kisses that spot just below my ear.

  “We’ll see about that.” He chuckles. “Grab a condom from the nightstand, baby.”

  I reach over, open the drawer and rifle around until...DING! When I right myself, he’s on my breasts. Mouth wrapped around one nipple, while the other is rolled between his fingers. I stifle a moan when he grazes his teeth over the one. My hands drop onto the pillow on either side of his head.

  “You still sure you can keep quiet?” Without giving me a chance to answer, he swirls his tongue over the other nipple. Pulling away to blow on it gently, he looks up at me, with his brows raised in question.

  I leave the condom on the pillow and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Let’s see if you can.”

  Working my way down his body, I drop kisses in spots where I know he’s sensitive.

  First, his nipple.

  Then one of the freckles on his abs.

  His hipbone.

  Inner thigh.

  Until I’m hovering over his proud erection. I let my breath fan over him, making him twitch. Stalking around him, humming to myself, like I just can’t decide where to start.

  All to let the anticipation build.

  Letting a low sound of appreciation slip past my lips, I run my tongue up his cock, base to tip. Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I switch sides, repeating the motion. This time when I get to the top, I let my tongue swirl around the head, lingering on that sensitive spot on the underside, just below the head. I’m rewarded with a loud groan, that makes my lips quirk salaciously. “Being quiet isn’t as easy as you thought, huh?”

  Stealing a move from his playbook, I wrap my lips around his dick, drawing him into my mouth before he can respond. “Fuck. You fight dirty, Blondie.” He slips his fingers through my hair. He doesn’t push me down onto him, like I think he might. No, his touch is gentle. A reverent caress, as I pleasure him. “Mmm. I think that’s enough. Get your sexy ass up here.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I move up and straddle his hips again, but he shakes his head. “Flip around, Blondie,” he rasps, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  Oh, God, yes.

  He shifts down the bed a little, giving me room to straddle his face, putting me in the perfect position to continue with what I was doing. I stroke his cock as he runs the flat of his tongue up my slit. Massaging his balls with one hand, I stroke up and down his velvety hard length with the other. When he starts teasing my clit, I drop my head into his lap. “God, yes.”

  My hips start gyrating, and I pull him into my mouth, taking him in nearly all the way before pulling up and diving back down. I bob up and down before swallowing him all the way down.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth and I moan around his cock. He groans and grips my thighs.

  “Fuck, I can’t. Max, I need you inside me. NOW.”

  Flipping around, I grab the condom, ripping the package open and rolling it over him. As soon as it’s on, I lower myself onto him, hissing as he fills me up. “Shit, Blondie. How do you feel this fucking good?” he groans, his hands going to my hips.

  With my hands pressed into his chest, I start moving.

  Slowly rising up, then slamming down.

  Over and over.

  We keep up this steady rhythm, his hips coming up to meet me in an explosive amount of pleasure, until he flips us over.

  Pressed up on his elbow, he strokes his hand over my face, brushing my hair out of the way. We just stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, before he starts moving in slow, languid strokes. My eyes snap shut at the fullness.

  “No, I want to see you, beautiful,” he whispers, caressing the side of my face. Tentatively, my eyes flutter open. The look of awe he gives me cracks my chest open. “You are so fucking perfect, Lydia Marie Lancaster. Thank you...just, thank you.”

  My eyes well up and I’m grateful when his lips descend upon mine. I clamp my eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall. I wrap myself around him, letting him love me.

  When he whispers those three little words into my ear, I crash over the edge in a white-hot explosion.

  I want to say it...but I can’t. Not yet.

  I love you too, Max. So fucking much.

  ∞∞∞

  After we had made love, I needed to be alone, so I let him go off to do his chores without me. Hugging his pillow, I caught a few more hours of sleep.

  This time when I wake, I feel a pang hit my chest when I realize I’m alone in the bed. Then I remember everything that happened this morning, and a smile finds its way across my face. Shamelessly, I smell the pillow I was curled around. What? He smells really fucking good! A bit like the spicy cologne he’s worn since I gave it to him the first Christmas we were dating, but mostly just that scent that is just Max.

  I sit up in bed, stretching like a lazy cat after a nap in the sun. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I look around for my overnight bag. It’s stationed right by the door. Grabbing Max’s discarded shirt from last night, I throw it on and scoop up my bag. Slipping out into the hall and making a beeline for the bathroom, I thank my lucky stars that Maggie wasn’t in the hallway. Having a conversation with your boyfriend’s mom when all you’re wearing is his shirt, doesn’t sound like something I’d be into. A giddy laugh bubbles out of me. My boyfriend.

  I’m so distracted that I nearly jump out of my skin when I catch my reflection in the mirror. I had fallen asleep during the movie and only woke up when Max was setting me down in his bed. As soon as he took off the shirt, I’m currently donning, sleep was the last thing on my mind. Then there was this morning… My blonde hair is a ratty mess and the remnants of my mascara and eyeliner is currently smudged everywhere. The only thing that comes to mind looking at myself is: thoroughly fucked. Pressing my thighs together, I realize that’s a fair assessment.

  I grab a quick shower, changing into my I like big books and I cannot lie t-shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans.

  As soon as I open the bathroom door, I’m hit with the delicious smells of breakfast. Coffee and bacon being the ones that drag me down the hallway. My eyes widen when I see the spread Maggie has laid out. Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage, home fries, and of course the glorious mountain of bacon. “Wow, Maggie. This all looks amazing, but what are y’all gonna eat?” I joke.

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bsp; “I don’t know why you're laughing, I’ve seen you put away your fair share, young lady,” Maggie says, flicking a spatula in my direction.

  “That was one time! Max challenged me. You know I can’t resist a challenge.” Walking over to her, I give her a quick side hug, while she finishes up the sausage gravy in the pan. “Dang, who else is coming over for breakfast?”

  “It’s just the three of us. And the girls should be here soon, never know if they’ll be hungry too,” she says nonchalantly. I don’t miss the excited gleam in her eyes. I don’t have the heart to tell her that they’ve probably already eaten breakfast.

  “I’m sure Max will be ravenous, he went out before the sun even came up.”

  “Oh, I have no doubt about that, doll.” One of those old kitchen timers buzzes. She picks it up to shut off the shrill noise and opens the oven. I literally swoon when the smell of the fresh homemade biscuits sweeps over me.

  “Oh, Maggie. I’m never gonna want to leave with a breakfast like this.”

  She just winks at me in response, flitting about the kitchen. “Lydia, darlin’, would you mind goin’ to fetch Max? He should be finishing up in the stables now.”

  “Sure thing.”

  I let the screen door snap shut behind me, as I barrel down the porch steps. I glance over at Maggie’s sun-bleached Bless this home sign and smile. Chuckling when my eyes drift over to the Good morning, ladies... sign with the winking cartoon rooster on it. I know that one was Dale’s doing.

  Slowing my steps, I let the warm rays of the Florida sun wash over me. I’m sure it will be brutal later, but right now it’s comforting. Looking out over the farm with all the lush greenery and the cows mooing in the distance, I feel so at home.

  “Hey, Max, you in here?” I call out when I get over to the stables.

  “Over here, Blondie.” I follow the direction of his voice over to Mandy’s stall.

  When I get there, I’m greeted by the most delicious view. Max is bent over, his jeans pulled tight over his ass. When he straightens up, I’m pretty sure I moan, because damn. If I thought those jeans were tight, they’ve got nothing on the soaking wet white t-shirt. He looks like he walked off one of those commercials with the sexy blue-collar workers for like, Wrangler or some shit.