Break Away: A Midwest Small Town Romance

by Vanessa Sheets

  I feel his leg between my thighs, and I squeeze around it, not giving a damn. I arch my back and let out a moan.

  “Fuck Sofia, you are like a drug. I shouldn’t be around you because I know that I won’t be able to put you down.” I swell at the sound of his gravelly voice and I can’t help myself from grabbing the back of his hair as I clamp down harder with my legs.

  “Dammit, Brown Eyes. Stop.” I look up at him and smile seductively.

  “Is that what you really want me to do? Stop?” He grabs the nape of my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He slowly brings his lips to my ear and growls.

  “What I want you to do is to stop running around here in just this T-shirt.” He slides his hand down to my ass and tugs at the bottom of my tee.

  Oh, isn’t he cute.

  “I don’t think that is ever going to happen. Nobody has ever told me what to do and I like it that way.”

  “Oh, you. If we do this, you are going to drive me fucking mad.” He slides his hand up the back of my shirt, caressing my bare skin. When he gets to where my bra strap should be, he puts his lips to my ear and starts nibbling gently. “Oh God, you're not wearing a bra.”

  “Nope.” He pushes me up against the wall, harder. My clit starts to pulse, begging for him to touch it.

  “Sofia, I don’t know how much more of you I can take. I want to own you, all of you.” He tenderly rubs his nose to my cheek, and I can feel his soft eyelashes brush against mine. I am so incredibly turned on by the way he is dominating me right now. This man, who had me so incredibly irritated a few minutes ago, has me.

  All of me.

  I want, no, I need him. His touch on my bare skin makes me pull him closer. I feel his rock hardness and I push up against it. He moans and slides his hand around my bare side and up to my breast, cupping it with his hand and finding my hard nipple. He pinches it between his fingers and starts twisting it back and forth. My clit starts aching and I begin grinding against his leg.

  “Noah…”

  “Yes?” He runs his lips across my cheek, teasing me by just grazing my lips. He fills his hand with my ass and squeezes it hard.

  “I want you to—” I inhale sharply as his teeth dig into my neck.

  “Are you sure? Because if you say yes to me, Sofia, there is no going back. You will listen to me. For your own good. I cannot let anything happen to you.” I frantically nod my head yes, not caring about anything but making this burning desire go away.

  “Yes...whatever you say...I will do.” I moan and dig my nails into the back of his neck.

  “Not here, not now. Oh God, do I want you…fuck.” He presses his soft lips to mine, and I take in every inch of his tongue that tastes of cinnamon and promises of regret.

  I could kiss him all day.

  He pulls from my lips, tips my head back and starts working his way down my neck. “Sofia, you drive me fucking crazy. I just want to protect you from them, all of them.”

  “Who are you talking about?” I grab at the back of his shirt and press my face to his neck so that I can breathe in his intoxicating smell.

  “Everyone who wants to hurt you. If we start this, you and me, there is no going back.”

  “I don’t want to go back. I need you to finish what you started.” I grab his hand and try to pull it down, but he shakes his head no and tries to pull it away.

  “Please Noah, I need you to get me there.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. Who am I right now?

  He slides his hand inside my panties and begins rubbing with just the right pressure. I press my head against the wall and shut my eyes.

  “Sofia, I am going to get you there, but first you have to promise me one thing before I do.” His hand stops moving, and I lift my head off the wall and look back at him with pleading eyes.

  “What...anything. Just don’t stop, pleeease.”

  “You will promise me that this...” He cups the wet, hot part between my legs and lets out a low, deep growl. “This right here is mine. All mine.”

  I take his face in my hands and pull him in for a sensual and soft kiss. My breathing grows heavy, and I start pushing my clit up against his hand.

  Fuck it. I am throwing everything that I have said or thought out the window.

  “Yes, Noah. Yours. Now please...please, I just want you to…”

  He wraps his arms around my back and pulls me forcefully to his chest. I rub my face against the stubbles that shade his face as he slides his finger down my slit. I can feel his face lift in a smile as he begins to tease me with sliding just the tip of his finger in.

  “Oh pretty girl, you’re so fucking wet. Did I do that to you?”

  “Yes, yes, Noah. Slip it in... please…”

  “Oh, you mean like this…” He pushes a little more of his finger inside.

  “Fuck, deeper. Fuck me with your finger...pleeease…”

  He slides just enough in to tease me some more and I begin clawing at his back.

  “You have to promise that you will cover yourself up around Crew. Only I can see this, and only I can do this to you.” He pushes his finger deep inside of me, instantly making me swell around it. And then he stops. “Say it, Sofia, I need to hear you say it. Because once I make you cum, the deal is sealed, and you are mine. This is mine.” He pushes his finger harder, hitting that spot deep inside me. The one that makes my body go numb and the world around me disintegrate. “Say it, I need to hear you say it.” He pushes it in even deeper. “Now.”

  “God dammit, yes...I am yours, all yours. Now pleeeease. I can’t take it. Just fucking do it—”

  He lets out a deep, low moan and grabs my ass as he begins thrusting his finger in and out, slow and deep. I start moving up and down, burying my face into his neck.

  “Oh my God, I’m almost there.”

  I grab hard onto his shoulders and start riding his finger. His thumb rubs against my clit and wetness covers his hand. Soft whimpers escape my mouth as I feel the warmth trickle down my leg. The deeper he pushes his finger inside me, the more my body begs for him to keep going. Up and down, in and out, harder and deeper. My head starts to get cloudy, and I struggle to see, as the world as I know it around me goes black. My toes start to go numb, and my clit starts throbbing to the heartbeat that is pounding within my sex.

  “Don’t stop, don’t you dare...I’m almost there…”

  “Show me, baby, what I do to you. That’s it, right there...keep going…”

  My stomach tightens as I clamp around his finger. I can't stop grinding on his hand as a wave of pleasure spreads throughout my body.

  “That’s it, let it go...fuck, you’re coming all over me.”

  One. Two. Three. Four. I gush all over his hand and collapse in his arms.

  Still holding onto my spent body, he gently pulls his finger out of me. I watch as he brings it to his lips and slides it into his mouth.

  “Mmmmm, you have no idea how long I have been wanting to find out what you tasted like.”

  Yup, I’m going to have sex with you. That’s happening.

  “Brown Eyes, what have you done to me?”

  With a racing heart, I look deep into his eyes.

  “I was going to ask you the same thing, Noah.”

  I stand at my front door, looking up at him. This man, who just a few hours ago had been nothing more than a thorn in my side, is now tenderly stroking my lip with his thumb, smiling down at me with seductive fuck-me eyes.

  “Sofia, I need to see you again. We need to talk about this.”

  I glance over at Lorenzo, who is sitting on the couch, playing with his dinosaurs. “Noah, are you coming back again to make pancakes?” He smiles big, as he waits patiently for Noah to respond.

  “I don’t know little buddy.” He turns to look at me with a questionable look on his face. “Will I be back to make you pancakes?”

  His flirtatious, boyish charm makes my stomach flip flop. “I’m not sure, Noah, that depends.” He raises an eyebrow at me.


  “On what?”

  “If you will be serving the same dessert as what you served up today.” He grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him.

  “We’ll see. Let's talk later. I will pick you up at 7:00 sharp. Get dressed up and be ready to roll.” He kisses me on the forehead and turns to head out the door, but I grab onto his arm.

  “We’ll see? Oh, we are finishing what we started. And where are we going?”

  “We're going to Chicago for dinner. Where that leads to after, well now that is completely up to you. Find someone to watch Enz and I will see you later tonight.” I let go of his arm and watch him jog down my front steps, eye fucking him all the way to his truck.

  Well, that just happened. What in the actual hell am I thinking?

  I CALL MY USUAL go to Mrs. Carlson, to see if she will watch Lorenzo overnight. As I suspect, she is happy to have him over. I busy myself with cleaning the trailer and around sixish, she comes and picks him up. I am standing in front of my closet getting ready, wearing nothing but my bra and panties, when I hear my bedroom door open. I turn around and see Crew standing in the doorway staring at me and I jump.

  “Oh my God, Crew, you scared the crap out of me.” He smiles and starts walking across the room towards me.

  “Like I said before, you might want to lock your door.”

  I squint my eyes at him as I quickly turn around to grab something out of my closet to cover myself up with. I grab at a tee and am pulling it off the hanger, when I feel his hand graze my ass. I let the tee fall to the ground and whip around.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Get out of my room!” He laughs at me and shakes his head.

  “You left your door unlocked. Thought you wanted some company? Wanted to thank you for the little show you put on for me at night, you know, the one where you're straddling your pillow.”

  I quickly bend down and pick up the dress that I wore last night. I step into it and stand up, pulling each strap up and over my shoulders with vengeance. I narrow my eyes at him and jab my finger at his chest.

  “Just so you know, I am not putting a show on for you. You are a fucking perv.” I start to push by him, and he grabs me by both of my arms and pushes me up against the wall. Hard. I try to pull away from him, but his hold is too tight. The fear causes me to become lightheaded and I stand there looking like a deer caught in headlights.

  “Listen here, you fuckin tease, you know damn well what you’re doin’ to me. You flaunt around here with your skimpy clothes and leave the door open, just enough so that I can peek in. You feed off of it, it turns you on. Doesn’t it?” His grip on my arms tightens.

  “ANSWER ME!” Spit flings out of his mouth as he screams in my face and my legs starts to feel like they are turning into Jell-O.

  No. No. No, Sofia. Not now, pull it together.

  I muster up enough nerve to answer him through grinding teeth. “I can promise you that I am doing no such thing. I want nothing to do with you. Now. Let. Me. Go.”

  I can smell alcohol seeping out of his mouth. I close my eyes and pray for him to leave my room.

  He starts rubbing my face with his rough, calloused hand and I grimace at his touch.

  “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” He thrusts my arm out of his grasp and it slams hard against the wall. With a clenched jaw and eyes shut, he slowly turns around and heads out of my room.

  Before he leaves, he turns to me. “You know, one of these days you're gonna push me too far, and then I'm gonna have to finish what you started.” He shuts the door behind him, and I slide down to the floor.

  I sit there with my knees pulled up to my chest and my head down, just breathing and trying to pull myself together. I hear my door open, and I jerk my head up.

  Oh please, just leave me alone.

  It’s Noah. As soon as he lays eyes on me, he comes rushing over and crouches down in front of me. I look up, staring back at him with a crazed look on my face. Just the sight of him makes the tears that I had been holding back, start to fall.

  “What happened to you baby, why are you crying?”

  I grab onto him for dear life. His arms cradle me, and I instantly feel safe.

  “Nothing, Noah I’m fine.” I wipe my tears away with the back of my hands.

  “Sofia, don’t you lie to me! That is one thing I will not tolerate.” He pulls me away from him and stares back at me with eyes full of rage.

  “Noah, just stop. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s nothing that you can fix.” I grab onto my bed and pull myself up, leaving him kneeling on the floor. “I just want to go to dinner, get out of...of...this place. Please, let’s just go!” He stands up and starts to walk towards me as I grab

  my purse and storm out of my room. I leave him standing there but feel his eyes on me as I make my way down the hall.

  I stop dead in my tracks when I get to the kitchen and see Crew sitting at the table. He’s drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette and spinning a prescription bottle in circles around on top of the table. He gets up and walks over to where I stand frozen to the ground.

  “Well, if it isn’t Miss Flaunts Herself.” He takes a long drag off his cigarette and blows it in my face.

  Noah comes up behind me and places his hand on the small of my back. I feel his breath on my ear. “What the fuck’s going on, Sofia?”

  Crew looks up at him and smiles. “Nothin’. What the hell are you doing here? Want a beer?” He holds his beer up to Noah.

  “No, I’m good. Just picking Sofia up. She needed a ride to Rockford to buy a book she needed for some school assignment.” I look over my shoulder at him nervously. He glances down at me before shooting Crew a look that could kill. “We should get going if we’re gonna make it before it closes.”

  “Yeah, for sure.” I go to the fridge to grab a Coke and find my shoes. They are laying in the living room by the front door. I give Noah a “let's get out of here” look and storm out. As the screen door slams shut, I overhear Crew talking to Noah.

  “Huh, the bookstore? I might have to start going there if all the girls look like that when they shop.”

  “I'd watch it Crew, if you know what’s good for you.” Noah walks out behind me and I hear Crew yelling out the door after him.

  “Yeah, Noah, I'll get right on that. But only because you sign my fuckin’ paycheck.”

  As I climb up into the truck, I pray that Noah will just let it go. But I know he isn’t done drilling me. He puts the truck in reverse and peels out of my drive.

  “Buckle up.” The tone in his voice confirms what I already know. “So, are you going to tell me what the fuck happened back there?” I click my seatbelt and let out an exasperated sigh.

  “It's nothing, really. I was just having a moment.” I stare out the window hoping that he will shut the fuck up about it.

  “I’m not buying it, and I don’t like being lied to. So, if we are going to do this, us,” he points at me and back at himself angrily. “Then when I ask you a question, you answer me.”

  Wow, ok?

  “Really? And what are you going to do if I don’t?” I narrow my eyes at him, not in the slightest afraid to push back.

  “Well, for starters, if you don’t stop looking at me in that tone of voice, I’m going to slap that tight little ass of yours until it’s black and blue.” Shocked is an understatement at how I feel about the way he just talked to me. “The rest, we will talk about at dinner.” I shift in my seat, unsettled by the erotic thoughts that start to take place in my mind.

  “And what is it that we're going to talk about? Isn’t talking a little overrated?”

  “No, I need you to understand what you're in for, before we go any further. If you agree, then we can move forward.”

  “Forward? To what?”

  “You’re gonna have to wait for the answer to that question.”

  He reaches over and takes my hand in his. Raising it to his soft and tender lips, he starts sucking on my finger, slow and hard. My head falls against the headr
est.

  “Just a little tease of what’s in store for you, if you'll have me. And that dress by the way, damn. You'll be lucky if you get through hors d’oeuvres in that thing.”

  “Then what are you waiting for? I’m starving.” With one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined in mine, he picks up speed. Taking me further away from what I have been running from and closer to what I soon would be running to.

  As the Chicago horizon comes into view, it takes my breath away. The tall buildings look like they are touching the clouds. Thousands of sparkling lights fill each building, making the moon look so small in comparison to them. It is absolutely breathtaking. I can see why my Nonna would get starry eyed whenever she would talk about her life here.

  “I take it this is your first time visiting he Windy City?” He pulls my attention from the magnificent skyline and my eyes rake over his perfection.

  “I don’t leave town much. The biggest city I have ever been to is Rockford.”

  “Is there any particular time that you need to be home?”

  “Nope. As long as I'm there for Lorenzo, my mother could care less.” He turns the volume down on the radio.

  “I kind of gathered that.” A look of indignation comes over him.

  He merges into the Chicago traffic and we drive deeper into the city. As the city swallows us up, I tip my head back and look up at all of the buildings. They surround us, towering above the truck. Each one taller than the next.

  “This is unreal, there are so many cars, and people. So much life.” I can’t help but be taken aback by how completely different this city is compared to my small town.

  “Yeah, I have always loved it here. You can’t compete with Chicago. The culture, the art, and the people. This was one of the first towns I came to when I started storm chasing.”

  “So, you own your own company. Most people your age are still trying to figure this whole life thing out. Spending their nights in bars and their days nursing a hangover. You're doing pretty well for yourself.”