Texas: Isaiah and Hailey Mae
Isaiah’s hand tightened into a fist as Hailey Mae sashayed around the tables, dropping drinks off and scooping up the discarded ones. Her skirt was too short for his peace of mind in a place like this. He was at war with himself over the looks she got from the drunks in the bar. Should he beat the shit out of them one at a time, or take them on all at once? He didn’t like her working in the honky tonk, but he couldn’t tell her that. At least, not again. She hadn’t appreciated it the first time around. She didn’t belong to him. Yet. And even then, he knew better than to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with her life. He just wanted her to let him be part of it.
“You’re here again?” she asked, stopping at the edge of his table.
“Every night you’re workin’.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Never said you couldn’t.”
“I can handle the guys, too.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I like the beer.”
“It’s nothin’ special. Go buy a six pack.”
“I like the music.”
“Go download it.”
“I like the view.”
“Go…” She looked away from him. “Shit.”
Isaiah smiled. She didn’t have a comeback for that one because she knew the view he was talking about, and it had nothing to do with any of the other girls working with her.
She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and stomped away, but not before setting a fresh beer in front of him. He didn’t need it. He’d had enough. Too much more and he wouldn’t be able to follow her home to make sure she got there safe and sound.
It was the same each and every night she was scheduled to work. He didn’t want any of the drunk assholes getting any funny ideas that she wasn’t too good for the likes of them. She certainly was. Hell, she was too good for him, but Isaiah wasn’t going to let that get in the way of making her his wife.
Of course, he would need to convince her that she wanted to be his girlfriend first.
“Just to be clear, you meant me, right?”
Isaiah cut a look in her direction. “You shouldn’t have to ask.”
“I mean, I really don’t care.”
“Nope. Just, uh… Just wanted to be sure, though.”
“Good to know.”
Isaiah smirked as she flounced back to the bar. He got to work peeling the lable off the bottle she left him, glancing around every so often to catch sight of her and to make sure no one had made any moves in her direction.
His sister, part owner along with her husband, had offered Isaiah a job as a bouncer, but he wasn’t interested. He only had one reason for being there on a near nightly basis.
A few seats over sat Brown Hat Pretend Cowboy. He’d made a couple of casual passes at Hailey, but the more he drank, the more aggressive he became. The hand lingering on Hailey’s hip was about all Isaiah could take of the guy touching her, but as he started to stand, Hailey caught his eye. She gave a small shake of her head and Isaiah settled back, watching closely. He didn’t want things to get out of hand. He’d seen her knee guys for less, which to her point earlier, she could take care of herself.
There was a strict look but do not touch policy in the bar. Locals knew it. Out of town visitors didn’t. It wasn’t hard to tell who was who most nights.
She leaned down toward B.H.P.C. and used her finger to tilt his head up when he focused on the low-cut shirt she was required to wear as part of her “uniform”. Her lips moved slow and easy and for all anyone else knew, she was flirting with the guy, but the smile on her face told Isaiah a different story. When she was finished, she straightened and walked away, leaving the guy to turn his attention toward Isaiah.
“He’s all yours,” she said as she passed by.
“What did you say?”
She stopped just beyond his shoulder. “That if he wanted to touch me again, he would need to clear it with my boyfriend.”
Isaiah wanted to talk about it further as her giggle trailed after her retreating form, but he didn’t have the chance right then. B.H.P.C. staggered up from his table and headed straight for Isaiah.
Time to have a little fun.
“Well, I don’t see a ring on her finger.”
“Doesn’t change the facts.”
“You the jealous type?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t let her work in a place like this if you don’t like guys hitting on her.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, but there’s a difference in a guy hitting on her and one putting his hands on her.”
“Maybe she likes it. She dresses the part.”
“And maybe you need to quit while you’re ahead.”
B.H.P.C. leaned in with both hands braced on the table. “Or what?”
“Or I’ll have to make you quit.”
“That a threat?”
“Nope. I don’t make threats.”
Isaiah’s patience was nearing the end. He didn’t care for pretend cowboys, drunk or otherwise. What he really wanted was to get back to the statement Hailey had made about being his. It was more than likely, she only said it to get B.H.P.C. to leave her alone, but Isaiah would take it as an opening. How he felt about her, how he’d always felt about her was no secret to her. How she felt about him? Now, that was a mystery.
“I’ll make you deal,” B.H.P.C. said.
“I don’t make deals where she’s concerned. You leave her be and I won’t knock your hat off your head and your ass to the floor.”
“We should go outside.”
“We shouldn’t. You should go sit back down or leave. I don’t care which, but you won’t touch her again.”
Hadn’t they already had this conversation?
“Or there’ll be a fight and you’ll hit him and he’ll mess you up and if he has any wounds, then I’ll have to tend to them, and wouldn’t you like to know how I do that…”
Isaiah smiled and eased out of his chair. “You off work, darlin’?”
He’d play her game long enough to get out of earshot of B.H.P.C.
“Yep.” She slipped her hand in his and squeezed, looking up at him as though he’d hung the moon in the big Texas sky. She should’ve taken drama classes back in college.
“Have a good night,” Isaiah said, moving away from the table, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
“I wasn’t done talking.”
Isaiah sighed and turned to look at the man. “I think you were.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Someone who’s leaving.”
B.H.P.C. took a swing, missed Isaiah by a mile, but when Isaiah swung back, the crisp cowboy hat fell to the dirty floor and its owner stumbled several feet, crumpling it under his new boots before crashing into a nearby table. Beer and glass went flying followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh.
Isaiah ushered Hailey toward the door and nodded to Annie behind the bar. She would take care of B.H.P.C. and make sure he didn’t follow them as they left. She’d also send Isaiah a bill for the damages which he’d happily pay.
“I’m sorry,” Hailey said once they made it outside. The night was warm and humid, but the stars were high up in the sky and the moon’s muted glow smiled down on them.
“Why’re you sorry?”
“For what I told him.”
“Hmm… That was curious. Why did you tell him you were mine?”
“It was convenient.”
“That all? Convenient?”
“What else would it be?”
“I don’t know, Hay. You’re the one still holding my hand.”
“Yeah.” She made no move to let go and Isaiah wasn’t going to force that issue, but they were nearing his truck and one of them would have to make a choice.
“Is it true?” she asked, stopping and turning to look up at him.
“Is what true?” She could shift topics faster than a rattler could strike. Isaiah was usually pretty good at keeping up with her, but there were sometimes when he had his own thoughts running ragged in his head and it took a bit to catch onto what she was saying.
Half her face was in shadow, but it didn’t matter. Isaiah had memorized every one of her features the first day he’d met her. He’d fallen butt over teakettle for her the second she smiled at him across the chemistry lab.
“All of it.”
“All of what?”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
“Is it true you like it when guys hit on me?”
“The truth is I try not to think about it.”
“You know how I feel about you, Hay. This is the job you chose to take and I’m in no position to tell you to quit. Do you like it when guys hit on you?”
“Only if you do.”
“What the hell kind of logic is that?”
“It’s not logical at all. I mean… I don’t like it when they touch me, but when they hit on me or flirt with me… Don’t you ever see me steal a glance at you to see if you’re watching?”
“I guess not. At least, not most of the time. The times I’ve seen you flirt while staring at me… I guess I thought you were trying to make me jealous.”
“Does it ever work?”
“Depends on what you’re trying to get me to do about it.”
“Well, you haven’t made a move on me, so I guess it doesn’t.”
“Is that what you’re waiting for? Me to make a move?”
Isaiah stared down at the woman who’d haunted his dreams more nights than he could count. From what she was saying, or trying to say, she was waiting for him to make the first move. He’d never really thought about that. She was so damn strong and even more independent that he figured if she wanted him, she’d have let him know. Seems she was expecting the same from him and Lord knows if they stayed on that merry-go-round, neither of them would get what they wanted.
“So, if I were to lean down and lay a small kiss on your pretty lips, you’d be okay with that?” He asked the question even though his head was already moving toward hers, lowering until he was eye to eye, nose to nose with her.
“Only one way to find out,” she whispered, tilting her head up slightly. He wanted to take that as an offering, but he also wanted her open consent.
“I need a yes or no, Hailey Mae.”
He started to straighten, but her eyes widened, and she almost looked panicked. She tightened her fingers around his. “Something you want?”
“Yes what? Yes, you want something or yes, you want me to kiss you?”
“Kiss me. Yes.”
Isaiah swooped in and took her lips with his in a kiss that was all consuming. He wasn’t going to leave any doubt in her mind or his, for that matter, that this meant something. This moment. This kiss.
She whimpered and strained against his body, and he wrapped his free arm around her back, lifting her off her feet.
His tongue slid over hers and he deepened the connection with a tilt of his head.
They were slow to part, slow to ease away from one another. He was slow to put her feet back on the ground, her hand still clasped in his.
“Yeah.” He’d known it would be amazing to kiss her that first time, but he didn’t know it would be that kind of amazing. He loved her before, but the taste of her on his lips, on his tongue… There was no going back now.
Hailey Mae had been made for him. Or maybe it was that he’d been made for her. Either way, his official status as a Goner was sealed.
“What do we do now?”
“Probably get out of the middle of the parking lot.”
“I don’t think I can walk much less drive home. My legs don’t wanna work and my panties are all kinds of wet.”
Isaiah’s eyes threatened to bug out of his head at that last part of her statement. Hailey had always been more bold than shy, except for those few minutes when he had to wait for a yes, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that boldness to come back quite so soon.
She giggled as she looked up at him. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s true.”
“Good to know I’m not the only one with an underwear issue.”
“What should we do about it?”
“Again, I think we should get out of the middle of the parking lot.”
“And where should we go?”
To the cab, the bed, or the damn bumper of his truck? The hood or trunk of her car? Hell, he could give a shit where they went, but they wouldn’t be going very far. His cock wouldn’t let him walk too much. Crawl, maybe. But definitely not walk. “How are you with semi-public? Or semi-private? Or whatever the hell it is?”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. Not very romantic or… I just…”
“Your vehicle or mine?”
Hailey giggled again and the sound went straight through him, running from his chest to his stomach to the hardness between his legs. The sensation was made more acute by the taste of her still tingling on his lips, the warmth of her palm pressed to his.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think the Universe, the warm Texas spring evening, or the way the moon lit up the sky just so, had conspired to bring him and Hailey Mae together right then and there. And maybe something like that did happen. Just because he didn’t quite believe in such things… He had to admit that just as he’d decided he was at the end of his rope and he was done waiting, something had prompted her to say what she had about him never making a move.
Whatever it was, he was grateful, and he wouldn’t squander the chance.
With measured steps, Isaiah tugged Hailey along behind him toward his truck. It wasn’t the fanciest, but it was nice, and the seats were comfortable, but staring up at the cab… Nah, that wasn’t going to work. There was no way he’d be able to hitch his leg up high enough to climb in.
Not unless he shucked his jeans beforehand and that wasn’t going to happen.
Plan B. The tailgate. Not as comfortable, but it would do.
“This is not how I ever pictured our first time.”
“How did you imagine it?” She asked the question while looking up at him from under her lashes, but before he could answer, her fingers were on his belt buckle, loosening the leather and metal so she could get at the button on the oh so fucking tight denim he wore.
“I, ah…” Could he even string three words together? “I…” Didn’t seem like it.
“Am I distracting you?”
He nodded. “You could say that.”
“Because you’re always so in control. You never lose your composure. Well, not until tonight. That was hot. I kinda like you this way.”
“Uh-huh. Let’s me have the upper hand.” Metal tooth by metal tooth, Hailey lowered the zipper on his jeans. Isaiah sucked in a breath and tried to remember how to count from ten to one. Mrs. Barker, his kindergarten teacher, wouldn’t be impressed by the number of times he had to start over. But just thinking of the woman cooled his lust a fraction, giving him a chance to take Hailey’s hands before she had him stripped buck naked in the parking lot with nothing shielding them but a few other trucks to the sides and a thin line of waist-high bushes at his back.
“You sure about this?”
“Sure about what?”
“Don’t play that game with me right now. I’m harder than steel and I know you like to tease, but I’ve never pegged you for mean.”
She tilted her head up at his words, but she didn’t pull back from his hold. “I’m not playing.”
“No? Then answer my question.”
Isaiah smiled down at her, just a quirk of his lips at the corners. “When you’re ready, you let me know.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then loosened his grip on her fingers. She didn’t let go. She didn’t take the out. She held onto his hands harder.
“I’m scared,” she said softly. The fear was evident now, where before, there’d been light and coyness.
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“Then what are you scared of?” And why hadn’t his dick softened by now? He didn’t get off on fear, so the only thing he could figure is that no matter what, he’d always get off on Hailey Mae.
“Of us. Of things changing.”
“Honey, if we do this, things are going to change. There’s no going back.”
“You won’t… I mean…” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, mumbled something to herself under her breath that he couldn’t understand, so he waited, letting her work out whatever it was she was struggling with.
People were spilling out of the bar a few at a time. So far, he hadn’t seen B.H.P.C. and truth was, he didn’t want to see the man come outside. He didn’t want another altercation.
“You’ve liked me for a long time, right?”
Isaiah glanced at the woman who twisted him inside out on the daily. “Like is a bit of an understatement.” He lowered the tailgate of his truck and took a seat. And as though it was the most natural thing in the world, Hailey took up space between his thighs, leaning her back against him. She pulled his arms around her and held onto him. Vulnerability wasn’t something he’d ever associated with her in the years he’d known her.
“I don’t want you to stop liking me if we do this.”
“There’s no chance of that happening.”
“You can’t know that.”
Isaiah sighed and did that counting backwards from ten thing again, then turned her around. “Look at me.” It took her several seconds before she complied. “The parking lot isn’t the place to have this conversation, but I guess it’ll have to do. Hailey Mae… There’s nothing in the world that can change how I feel about you. Not sex. Not notsex. What I feel for you? Damn, girl… Some women wait lifetimes for it. I like you. I adore you. I’m in love with you. From the second I saw you that was it for me. Nothing has changed it in the years I’ve known you, and nothing is ever going to.”
“Really?” The breathlessness of her usually confident and strong voice tugged at his gut.
“But you never made a move. You never said anything.”
“Are we back to this again? We covered that ten minutes ago. Why are you so dang unsure of everything right now?”
“Because I love you, too.” As soon as the words burst from her lips, she slapped her palm over her mouth, her eyes growing wide as she stared at him. Isaiah, for his part, was pretty damn proud of himself. He didn’t show his shock, his surprise, his relief. He only grinned from ear to ear before wrapping his arms around her and lifting her boots off the ground for a second time. He planted a kiss to the back of her hand, until she removed it from where it covered her lips. He dove in, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, and savored the memory of those words.
She climbed the rest of the way up and straddled his lap. Her hands wrapped themselves around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss they shared.
Her hips rocked and she pressed against him like she was trying to climb inside his skin.
When she slid her fingers down to the edge of his t-shirt, then up under it to touch his bare skin for the first time, he didn’t even think of stopping her. But then she slid her lips away from his, looked at him with a heavy, hooded gaze, and asked, “Is this okay?”
“Everything is okay. Anything is okay.”
“Good. I can’t wait. Your kisses do something to me. I never knew a kiss could be like that.”
“Me, neither.” He stole one more from her, just to make sure. Fuck, he wanted the right to make sure every day for the rest of his life.
She dropped her fingers to the edge of her skirt, then rose up on her knees. She gave one quick glance around, then lifted it up her thighs, revealing a pair of bright yellow panties. Yellow. Sunny. They fit her. In more ways than one.
His dick throbbed at her whimper. And her use of the nickname she’d given him years ago tugged at his heart. He hadn’t heard it from her lips in a while and he’d forgotten until right then how much he’d missed it. “You called me Is.”
“Because you’re mine.” Truer words had never been spoken. “Please hurry. We can talk about other things later.”
“Impatient little girl you are.” But he leaned back and wiggled his jeans and underwear down enough to get his cock out. One hand immediately wrapped around him and squeezed, while her other hand continued to hold up her skirt.
“Yes. When I finally decide I want something.”
“You just now decided?”
“No. Figured it out some time ago.”
“Just telling me now?”
“I’ll never understand you completely, will I?” He’d given up on it a long time ago, but her confirming it right there in the bed of his truck only reinforced that he’d drive himself crazy if he tried. That she loved him and wanted him was enough. He’d let her be her and he’d just keep on loving her.
“Do you want to?”
Isaiah shook his head and reared up to snatch a kiss from her lips. His cock brushed against the crotch of her panties between her legs, and he wasn’t sure who moaned first. He didn’t care either.
“God, Is… You do that again and I’m gonna come.”
Those words from her pretty lips about did him in and it took a force of will he hadn’t realized he possessed to keep from shooting all over her. So, what made him ask the following was something he’d never know the answer to. “Would that be so bad?”
“Wouldn’t you rather feel it around your cock inside me?”
“Fuck, Hailey Mae…”
She. Fucking. Giggled.
It was light and full of sweetness while she said or did naughty things.
And it drove him mad.
Isaiah reached between them. The heat emanating through her panties was nothing compared to the heat he felt as soon as he had the edge pulled to the side. “Put me in you,” he said or growled or groaned. He couldn’t be sure which. Not that it mattered. Not right then. All that mattered was that she shifted, then started sliding down, taking him. It was the best feeling in the whole state of Texas. Even better than the Longhorns winning a football game. He knew the thought for the sacrilege it was and if he was struck down by all the long dead UT heros, then so be it. He’d die a happy man.
“Is…” she whispered when she was fully seated on him. Her knees squeezed his hips the way a rider would atop a horse and she buried her face against his neck.
“I know, Hailey girl.”
She sighed. “Isn’t it the best feeling?”
He smiled against her hair and wrapped his arms around her back before dropping his hands to the sweetest ass in the whole county and giving it squeeze. “Yeah. You up for a ride?” Her pussy clenched in response to his question. Whether she did it on purpose or it was an involuntary bodily response, he didn’t know or care. Being with her was indeed the best damn feeling.
She nodded, her lips grazing his earlobe.
The movement of her body started out slow or maybe he was merely distracted a bit by the fact that her mouth had trailed down the side of his neck and her teeth were currently embedded in the skin of his collarbone. Did she think she didn’t have his full attention already?
The harder she bit, then sucked, then bit again, the harder she rode him.
His little Hailey Mae was a spitfire in sex as much as she was a spitfire in the rest of her life. Only, he hadn’t realized it. He thought he’d be the one making the moves, but she proved him wrong. He thought he’d be the one leading them, easing them into more, but she proved him wrong about that, too.
Not that it bothered him. He was happy to let her fuck him, use him, take him, mark him. Whatever made her happy. Whatever satisfied her. Whatever kept her coming back.
Her lips madetheir way up his throat to his mouth and when he opened his eyes, she was staring at him with a sweet and saucy smile.
“You’re my favorite, Is,” she said as she lifted and lowered herself on him.
“Your favorite what?”
If he could’ve melted, he’d have done so, but as it was, his dick wasn’t going to let that happen. The only melting that would be happening in the bed of his truck would be Hailey Mae while impaled on him.
Muffled conversations happened all around them and he prayed the owners of the trucks on either side didn’t come out before he and Hailey were finished.
Metal and dirt dug into his back through his shirt and his jeans hampered any movement to make things more comfortable for himself or Hailey. She didn’t seem to have an issue, though her knees would likely be scraped up with the way she slid on him.
He’d have to make sure to kiss them better and give her a pillow when he got her back to his place or hers.
Her breath was harsh, her shirt rode up until he could glimpse a bra that matched her panties.
“Hay…” He gasped out, gripping her long locks in the hand that wasn’t still clasped hard to her ass.
He pulled her head up until her mouth was mere inches from his. Goddamn, he wanted another taste of her lips, her tongue… He wanted a taste of her skin, her nipples, her pussy. He wanted to feast on her…
“We’re gonna need to get this finished before someone figures out what’s going on over here and takes a peek over the side of the truck.”
Isaiah was surprised he was able to get all those words out without stumbling or slurring them. His dick was trying to do most of the thinking for him, but it wouldn’t be a good thing for them to get caught and hauled off for public indecency, even if his cousin was the sheriff.
“Do you want me to stop?” She slowed down for emphasis, and he dug his fingers into her ass hard enough to leave a mark.
“No. I want you to come all over me so I can take you home and fuck you proper.”
“I never knew you had such a dirty mouth, Is.” She picked up speed again and his breath caught in his throat. She was the sweetest, hottest thing he’d ever touched.
“Now you do.”
“Mmm…” She nodded. “I like it.”
“Good girl. Finish.”
He didn’t know when he got so bossy. He’d always let Hailey be Hailey and he’d always been the cool headed one, the composed one just as she’d said… Was it when she’d teased about being his, even though it wasn’t a tease? Was it when she took his hand in hers? Or when she pouted because he’d never made a move?
Maybe it was when she’d said she loved him.
It didn’t matter. Not really.
All that mattered was… “Hay?” Her eyes, glazed over and hungry, looked down into his. “I lied. Earlier when I said things wouldn’t change between us… I lied.”
She licked her lips and tried to speak a couple of times but couldn’t make words come out. That was fine with him, but he hated the fear he saw glance through her.
She never slowed her ride. She never stopped moving.
She was so far gone on him.
Just as far gone as he was on her.
“Things will definitely change. You’re mine.” He let go of her hair and gripped her other ass cheek, rocking her along the length of his cock. He’d never felt anything like her. Hot, slick, tight. She fluttered and spiraled. She lit up the Texas night. “You’re all mine. Every inch of you, inside and out belongs to me.”
“You get me, Hay? You get what I’m sayin’ to you?”
She nodded and relief changed the look in her eyes. A wild smile crossed her lips and she leaned down and took his mouth in a kiss that should’ve brought the devil up from Hell. She sucked his tongue deep and shuddered on his cock. He felt wetness slide down his balls and grunted down her throat, filling her body with everything he had.
Her pussy threatened to wring every drop from him that he’d ever produce in that one moment in the back of his truck outside the bar his brother-in-law owned.
He didn’t care.
He’d give her his life if it made her happy.
She gave his tongue one last suck and slowly pulled back, smiling down at him. “You mean it?”
It took a few seconds for his brain to unscramble itself. “About you belonging to me? Every word.”
“Good. Cause we didn’t use protection and I’m not on the pill…”
Isaiah bit back a groan, but his cock let them both know what it thought about that. “Then I guess we need to get our clothes right and get you back to the house so we can talk a bit.”
“You don’t look mad.”
“No reason I should be.” He helped her right her shirt and she crawled off him, keeping her head down so no one would see her. They both reached for her panties at the same time, but Isaiah pulled them free of her hand. “Your pretty ass will be sitting bare in the cab of the truck.”
“You really are dirty,” she said, watching him tuck himself back inside his jeans. He left them unbuttoned after struggling to get his fingers to work the zipper right.
“I never heard anything like that from girls you dated.”
“Because no one knew about it.”
Her smile was wide. “Saving it for me?”
“All of it.”
“How did you know I’d like it?”
“I didn’t, but I’m glad you do. This is me, Hailey. I’ll be filthy in bed with you, but I’ll treat you like a fucking princess every hour of the day.”
“I don’t need to be a princess. I just need to be yours, Is.”
The words went straight through him and robbed him of speech. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, then slowly leaned up on an elbow to check for anyone who might see them.
“Coast is clear.”
Hailey crawled backwards to the edge of the tailgate, then in one smooth motion, jumped to the ground. Isaiah figured all the years of cheerleading had to be good for something. Maybe more things than he could even fathom.
“You’re dripping all down my legs,” she said as he hopped down to join her.
“That’s what happens when you fuck a guy in a parking lot.”
“Not if the guy gives me my panties back.”
He held the yellow piece of lace out to her. “Do you really want them?”
“Well…” She dug the toe of her boot into the dirt. “Why did you want me to go bare ass in the truck?”
“So that one of us could play with you and make you come all over the seat.” Her mouth dropped open, and he took it as an invitation to give her a quick open-mouthed kiss. “Shocked? Interested?”
Isaiah chuckled and took her hand in his. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What about my car?”
“It’ll still be here tomorrow.” He helped her up into the cab and dropped her panties in her lap. “If you want them, put them on.”
“So dirty, Is.”
He closed her door, then walked back around the back of the truck to lift the tailgate. Hailey Mae brought out every emotion and protective instinct he had, and he’d meant what he said about them needing to talk when they got back to the house. If she thought for a second he wasn’t planning to marry her… He wanted her in his life, in his house, in his bed. Or their place. He didn’t really care as long as she was with him, as long as she came home to him.
She also brought out every fantasy and dirty thought he’d ever had about her. He wanted her every which way and then he wanted to turn her around and do it all again.
He’d been the proper boyfriend to every girl he’d dated or taken to bed, but with Hailey Mae, all that just flew right out the window the second he touched her, kissed her, heard the words that she wanted him, too.
She also didn’t seem to mind it, given that when he opened the driver’s side door, her panties were sitting in his seat and her legs were spread. “If anyone got too close, they’d see that pretty pussy.”
“And you tell me I’m dirty.”
“I guess we’re a match made.”
“I guess we are.”
“Are we gonna do this, Is?”
The vulnerability on her face and the question in her eyes were completely out of character with the vixen who had her thighs parted on the leather seat of his truck. But he understood why she’d ask. He understood exactly how much had changed from when they walked out of the bar and climbed up on the tailgate.
“I’ve never wanted to do this more. The last word is yours, Hay. It’s always yours.”
“And you’ll love me forever?”
She studied him for long moments. Long enough for more people to spill out into the parking lot. From the side of his eye, Isaiah caught a glimpse of Big Hat Pretend Cowboy staggering across the dirt with his buddies.
“Then you should take me home, Is.”
“What should I do with you when I get you there?”
“Fuck me proper.”
“I can do that.” Isaiah put the truck in gear and pulled out. He rolled his window down as he caught up to B.H.P.C. “Hey man. No hard feelings, right?”
The guy squinted in Isaiah’s direction, sneering when he caught sight of Hailey. “Fuck you.”
“Nah. You’re not my type, but since you were hittin’ on my girl earlier, I have somethin’ for you.”
“You gonna punch me again?”
“Nope.” Isaiah held up the yellow panties and watched B.H.P.C.’s eyes widen. “But since you can’t have the real thing…” He dropped the scrap of lace at the other man’s feet, gave a polite nod, winked over at Hailey who was staring at him wide eyed, then put his boot on the gas pedal and peeled out of the parking lot.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“I’ll buy you more.”
“Are you going to buy me new ones every time a guy hits on me because you give him the ones off my ass?”
“You’re very dirty, Is.”
“Very,” he admitted.
“I love it,” she said softly, dropping her hand between her legs, sighing as she began rubbing her clit in the front seat of his truck. “I love you, Is.”
“I love you, too, Hay.”
He said nothing more and neither did she. The only sounds that filled the cab were her whimpers and moans and it was the sweetest music Isaiah had ever heard driving down the road on a warm Texas night.
Oklahoma: Jericho and Cassie Leah
Jericho lifted the hat from his face and looked up from his spot under the tree at the unholy noise comin’ up the road with a cloud of dust and exhaust following close behind. There was only one one car in the whole county that sounded like that.
The car lurched and sputtered, then shut off.
And then heard the only other unholy noise that was usually an accompaniment.
The driver scrambled out and slammed the door. “No! Nononononooooo… Don’t you do this to me you piece of shit!”
Cassie Leah Thomas. God, he’d missed lookin’ at her.
“Noooo… Bessy… C’mon, girl. You can do this,” Cassie cooed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you a piece of shit. You’re a good girl. You’ve always been so good to me. Just don’t die on me. Not here. If you’re ready to give it up, I understand. You’ve had a long life, but can you please not do it here? Not in front of Coe’s place. Please girl. Please. I am begging you.”
“Would you like me to shoot her and put her out of her misery?”
Cassie’s head snapped around, dark brown hair flying in all directions. “What are you doing here?” Her gaze narrowed, zoomed in on his partially hidden form.
“This here is my land.”
She huffed and his jeans got real tight in the front. “I know it’s your land, Coe, but why are you hiding behind a tree?”
“Not hidin’. I’m takin’ a breather. It’s damn hot out there in the sun.” He stood and put his hat back on his head, then worked his way out from the copse of trees his great-great-ancestor had thought to plant. Coe couldn’t be more grateful. Some of his buddies didn’t have trees to find shade in on their farms. Some of them did have ponds and streams to take a dip in, though. Lucky for Coe, he had a nice size stream running through the northern end of the property. He didn’t use it as much as he once had, but it held a special place in his heart.
He stepped into view and made his way to where Cassie stood. “I can’t believe your Daddy still has this car.”
“Well, after today, I don’t think he does. There’s no way I can get a tow truck all the way out here.”
“A tow truck? Why do you need a tow truck? I can fix it. I used to fix it all the time so you could get back home.”
“I’m not going to ask you to do that.”
“You’re not askin’. I’m offerin’.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Coe. You can’t think it is, either.”
There were a lot of things in the world and in his little part of it that he didn’t think were good ideas, but spending a little time with Cassie wasn’t one of them. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than help out an old friend.”
“An old friend, huh?” She gave a half roll of her eyes and looked from left to right and back again, before giving an irritated sigh. “Fine. Where’s your truck?”
“The truck ain’t out here.”
“Then…?” And Coe saw it, the moment realization dawned on her. “No. Oh hell no.”
“I am not getting in that tractor with you.”
“You know good and well why not.”
He did. He knew exactly why she was saying no to a ride back up to the house in the tractor. It was the exact reason he was hoping she’d have said yes, instead. “I see.”
“I’ll wait right here, thank you very much.”
“In the blisterin’ heat?”
“Over in the trees, then. They were good enough for you, they’ll be good enough for me.”
“With all the little creepy crawlies?”
“I’m a grown up now. I’m not scared of bugs anymore.”
He bit back a smile. “Well, that’s an improvement.”
“You go on and get what you need. I’ll wait.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Coe shrugged and tugged on his hat, more than a little unconvinced at Cassie’s bravery. “Okay.” He took a few steps away from her, easing his way toward the location of his tractor, not in a hurry because he knew what she was going to ask next.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“There aren’t snakes in the trees, are there?”
“No more than there used to be.”
“There didn’t used to be any.”
“That you ever saw.” He was being mean. He knew it and if she could see the smirk on his face, she’d know it, too. There weren’t any snakes in the copse. He made sure of that. He didn’t like things that slithered. The first snake he ever saw, he screamed so loud his mother had come runnin’ out from the house and liked to have blistered his behind when she saw what he was screaming about.
She disposed of the snake and told him the next time he pulled that kind of thing while she was working the bread dough, she’d let it bite him. He never screamed about a snake again.
He learned the useful ones from the mean ones and he made sure the places on his farm where he spent time were kept free and clear of them.
His smirk turned into a full fledged grin. She was using his full first name and that always meant she was fed up and he was going to get an earful. He stopped walking and schooled his features before turning to face her. “Yeah?”
“Goddamn country boy. Where’s the tractor?”
“Change your mind? And who are you callin’ a country boy when you’re a country girl?”
“Don’t go foolin’ yourself. That country girl you were so keen to run away from is still right there inside you. She’ll come out soon enough.”
“Where’s. The. Tractor?”
“Just over there. It’s parked in the shade.” He started walking again and didn’t have to wait long before he heard the stomping coming from behind him.
“You’re just as contrary as you were back in high school.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it all that much.”
“I do now.”
“When did your britches get so tight?”
“When I left this town.”
She always did want to leave. She said their relationship was just a fling and he let her feel whatever way she needed to feel about it. He was so hung up on her, she could’ve run over him with his own truck and he’d have asked for seconds and been thankful she gave him the time of day.
People said he’d been a fool for letting her break his heart, for him going into it knowing that’s exactly what would happen, but because his eyes had been wide open and he’d never tried to change her mind, he had something precious and special until the day she left.
But she was back now and maybe there was a chance he could remind her just how good it had been.
His tractor came into view and Cassie groaned. “Still? You still have this one?”
“Oh lord, Coe… You’re still piecing this one back together? It’s older than the dirt you plow with it.”
He chuckled at her words. “I think you have that backward.”
“You know what I mean. I thought for sure you’d have gotten a new one by now. She was on her last leg that summer before I left.”
“And I fixed her up good as new after.”
“All the more reason this is a bad idea.”
Coe just smiled and climbed up, leaning down to give her a hand. She took it, with all the hesitation a bee takes to flowers, and he pulled until she stood on the large tire. When he took a seat, she climbed onto his thigh, one leg on either side.
They’d tried various positions in the past, but this one was the most comfortable for her and gave her the most…pleasure.
He reached around her and her hand immediately settled on his arm. “No funny business, Coe. I mean it.”
“I’m going to turn her on, Cas. Otherwise we’ll sit out here in the sun and bake to death.”
“Well, you keep your hands to yourself after that.”
“Of course. I’ll be a proper gentleman.”
Cassie scoffed. “That’ll be the day.”
He decided to leave that one alone and tackle a bigger fish. “Why are you back home?”
The engine rumbled to life and Cassie grabbed his knee with both hands. He always did like when she held on for dear life. It was usually for other reasons beyond the starting of the engine, but he’d take what he could get.
With his foot on the pedal, and one hand on the wheel, they started a slow trek through the dirt up to the barn. His other hand landed on Cassie’s hip. She didn’t say anything and he did all he could to keep from dipping it lower between her legs.
“You didn’t answer me. What are you doin’ home? I didn’t know you were comin’ back.
“No one knew. I… I don’t know. I drove down from Chicago a couple nights ago.”
“And what are you doin’ out here?”
“Don’t ask me that, Coe.”
“You’re on my property. There’s no mistakin’ that. You brought that beat up, older ‘en dirt car out here, so…”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s a lie.”
“I don’t. I just…”
“You just what? Felt like a dusty ride on a dirt road in the middle of the day in a car that barely runs much less has air conditioning?”
“I wanted to see the farm, okay?”
“The farm? You wanted to see the farm?”
“Yes. You know how much I loved it out here. How much I loved coming out and helping your mom, helping you.”
“I know you did. I know you loved it for a while, then couldn’t wait to get away from it, from this town.”
“I didn’t want to get away from the farm or from…”
She tensed on his leg, dug her nails into his knee. With the rotation of the wheels, every bump, every rut in the dirt, she shifted forward and back. He remembered what that used to do to her, what used to happen as soon as they got into the fields or back to the barn. He remembered what sometimes used to happen right there in the seat of the tractor.
His mind remembered.
His heart remembered.
His cock remembered.
Shit… His cock remembered everything about her.
“Do you know what it’s like for me to smell rain on the wind, smell the dirt when it’s newly wet from a storm?” His hand tightened on her hip. “Do you know what that does to me?”
“Don’t what? Remind you? Hell, darlin’…” He nuzzled her hair and gave up any pretense that he was just being kind to her, that he was just being a friend. “You left. I stayed. I never put any pressure on you.” She shifted and sagged against him with each word he spoke. He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected her to lean into him. He expected her to tense up more than she had been. He expected her to argue with him. “I never told you how I felt. I just let you do what you needed to do. I gave you what you wanted from me without any regard for what it would do to me in the end.”
“What…?” She quietly asked. “What did it do to you?”
“Hurt like a bitch.”
“Then why are you bein’ nice?”
There’s the accent he loved. The accent that was as natural to her upbringin’ as the sun that rose high in the Oklahoma sky. She’d been doing everything she could to deny where she came from.
“Because that’s who I am.”
“Now who’s lyin’?”
“You sayin’ I’m not a nice person?”
“You know I’m not.”
“I’m bein’ nice because my feelings for you never changed. You may have gone away and changed, but I stayed and didn’t. A farmer fell in love with you and a farmer is still in love with you. A farmer’s cock thinks you’re quite special, too.”
Her giggle turned into a full fledged laugh and rolled through him. He never told her all those years ago that he loved her. He hadn’t wanted to put that kind of stress on her. He understood his place in her life, the stress relief he was for her.
“I can’t believe you said that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“You seem to be all about the truth.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m gettin’ any younger. I better be all about somethin’.”
“I missed you, Coe.”
“You could’ve called or written or I don’t know, sent up a flare.”
“No, I couldn’t. I didn’t like the way I left and I didn’t know what to say. It was for the best.”
“That’s a load of horseshit. It wasn’t for the best. It was what was easiest.”
“You think leaving was easy?”
“You made it look that way.”
She sighed and shifted deeper into him, her weight welcome even in the stifling Oklahoma heat. He’d let her lean against him in a blazing inferno.
He pulled her in tight, giving up the niceties and pleasantries of years passing by. She was on his land, in his tractor, on his knee. For the moment, she was his again.
“You were the best fuck I’ve ever had, Coe.”
And those were words he’d never expected to hear from her lips. She still had the power to surprise him. “Ever, huh? Them city boys don’t know how?”
“Not like you country boys do.”
“We do have a little more to work with, I guess.”
“Definitely more imagination.”
“Guess it’s all that animal watching.”
“And big machines.”
“Sexy Southern accents that can melt a girl’s panties right off her hips.”
Coe chuckled. “And yet, yours are still on.”
“Kinda hard to take them off in the tractor.”
“You never had a problem with it before. Do you want to take them off?”
Seconds ticked by as the question hung in the thick, charged air between them.
“Yeah.” Her voice was so soft, tentative.
He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Did you come out here for sex?” Not that he’d care if she did.
“No. I came out here to just… I missed it. I missed the open land, the open sky. I missed the dirt, the crops, the sexy tractor.”
“We’re not in a country song.”
“We could be.”
“Daddy said you never asked about me. Why not?”
“Because it was too hard. I’d eventually hear about you if something big happened.”
“Did you hear, then?”
“That I was seeing someone pretty serious. That we’d talked marriage. That I was supposed to get engaged.”
“He asked and I thought I was going to say yes. I mean, I’d played it out in my head and when he got down on one knee I just knew yes would come out of my mouth, but when he asked, I said no. I shocked myself and him and all our friends.”
“I ran out of the room, got in my car with nothing more than my phone and wallet and started driving. I didn’t stop until I got home, coasting on fumes.”
“There are gas stations between here and Chicago.”
“Is that why you drove Bessy out here? You needed gas in whatever other car you have?”
“I guess so. Nostalgia, too.”
“She needs to be in the junk yard.”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
He knew. She’d keep that car until her last breath. She’d never said why she loved it so much, only that she did and it was hers.
“So… Did you or didn’t you want to see me when you came out here?”
“I know I said I didn’t, but can’t you tell when a girl is lyin’ through her teeth?”
“Not when that girl is you.”
“Then you’ve got blinders on.”
“I’ll own that. Especially when it comes to you. Why’d you say no?”
“I don’t know.”
“You had time on the road to think about it.”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
Coe stopped the tractor and turned it off. He opened the door to let some air in, even though the air outside wasn’t cool at all, they couldn’t sit in the heat all closed up. They’d be cooked through before the hour was up. But he couldn’t keep the engine running if they weren’t moving, either. And they had some things to discuss.
He nudged her to sit up. “Turn around.”
“Turn around or I’ll turn you over my knee and we can talk that way.”
“Wanna try me?”
“You’re bein’ mean.”
“You said I was bein’ nice.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Turn around or get out of the tractor.”
“Asshole.” But she worked her way around in his lap until she was straddling his thighs, her pussy pressed to his cock. If only there weren’t layers of denim and cotton.
She glared at him once she got settled, but he didn’t miss the shift of her hips.
Her skin was flushed from arousal or the heat. He didn’t know which and it didn’t really matter.
Just looking at her brought back every memory of that summer together.
“Why did you tell him no?”
“I don’t know. I told you, I thought I was going to say yes.”
“Okay. If you really believe you don’t know, then tell me why you think you said no.”
“Does it matter, Coe? I mean, really? Does it matter?”
“Are you out here for a rebound fuck?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Then tell me why you said no.”
Her glare turned into a stare, the tension in her face, in her body giving way and softening. He could let up and let her have whatever it was she wanted from him, but he’d done that once. He couldn’t do it again.
She opened her mouth and he waited for words to come out, but they didn’t. Instead, she dove in, her lips latching onto his, her hands gripping his shirt, her body pressing so tight to his that he’d swear her sweat and his became theirs.
For a single heartbeat he didn’t know what to do, but he soon wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her even closer.
The taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her mixed with the smell of dirt, of oil, of the Oklahoma summer air… There’d never been anything sweeter.
He was born on the farm, he’d lost his virginity on the farm, he’d probably die on the farm, too.
He’d also fallen in love on the farm with the woman sitting on his lap.
Her fingers drifted beneath his shirt, her nails sliding across his skin.
He needed to catch his breath, but wouldn’t break the kiss. He didn’t want to lose contact. He didn’t want to see her regret. He wasn’t ready.
When she sucked his tongue and pulled away from him, what he saw was desire and lust darkening her eyes.
He could work with that.
“Do you remember our first time?” she asked, lowering her lips to his jaw, his throat.
“Every second of it.” He hadn’t known what to do then. She wasn’t the one he’d lost his virginity to, but she’d been so perfect, so beautiful that he’d been scared shitless he’d fuck it all up if he made the wrong move. “And you’re avoiding the question.”
“I’m not…avoiding it.” Her mouth skidded up the other side of his throat and over to his ear. She bit lightly on the lobe. “I’m just…delaying.”
Coe took her face in his hands. “Stop it. Tell me why you said no.”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because you’re here, on my lap, driving me crazy. Driving us both crazy. My dick is hard, and your cunt is wet. We’re a split second from fucking.”
She wiggled on his thighs which only served to prove his point. His cock was ready for her, answer or not, but his heart… Hell, his heart couldn’t take it.
Maybe she didn’t know why she told that other guy no, then ran away, but Coe had an idea.
She’d run from him, too.
“You’re so damn stubborn.” She tried scooting off his thighs, but she had nowhere to go. The only way off him was out the open door. “Why can’t you just accept that I want you and that be enough?”
“Because I accepted that before, remember? And look where it got me.”
She glared at him, he stared at her, at the way her chest rose and fell with her breathing, the way her nipples pebbled beneath her shirt even though it was a million degrees outside, the way her hips involuntarily lifted and lowered.
She was as hot now as she had been when they were teenagers.
He could no more deny her anything her heart desired than he could stop breathing, but he couldn’t sacrifice himself again, no matter how much he loved her.
He dropped one hand between her legs and used his other to press her back against the steering wheel. “Do you remember our first time here in the tractor?” She nodded, letting out a moan. “Remember how it broke down before we made it back to the barn?”
“You’re a filthy tease, Coe.”
But the way she rubbed against his hand told him she didn’t mind how dirty or how much of a tease he was. “I am,” he confirmed. “Remember how you trusted me back then? At least with your kisses and your body?”
“I trusted you with everything. Even my heart. I was so in love with you, Cass. I wasn’t willing to hold you here when I knew you wanted to go. I knew what I was to you, where I fit in your life…”
Her hips halted the more he talked, but his hand continued to rub against her pretty cotton panties until they were wedged deep between her pussy lips, until they exposed exactly how wet she was.
“Coe…” She licked her lips and made to sit up, her eyes filled with questions and hesitation, but with lust and hunger.
He held her in place and fondled her, pressed a finger against her clit until she moaned again, until she began moving on his thighs once more. He eased off when she was nearing the edge, but he didn’t stop.
“I want to know why you told that man no. I want to know why you’re back here, on my property.”
“I… Coe, I can’t… I can’t think like this.”
“I know you can’t think like this. But I’m not askin’ thinkin’ questions. You shouldn’t have to think about what to say.”
She made to sit up again, but when she did, her clit twitched and she arched, her legs trembling with the fight she was putting up. “Please, just… Fuckin’ A, Coe.”
“Talk about filthy.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head at the woman sprawled in his tractor. He wouldn’t ever want her any other way. He loved her sweet. He loved her filthy. He loved her every which way between.
He righted her panties and removed his hand. She both whimpered and let out a relieved breath. “Thank you. I think.”
“You think too damn much.”
“I can’t go around feeling everything and acting on emotion, Coe.”
“Not sayin’ you can, but you can’t go around thinkin’ more than you’re feelin’.”
“I don’t have that intuition like you.”
She tried to push herself up again, but he continued to hold her back against the steering wheel. “You can talk just like that. I like lookin’ at you this way and it’s been way too long since I’ve had the pleasure.”
“We can’t have a serious conversation with me laid out like this.”
“Sure we can. We can even have a serious conversation with your shirt up and your pretty tits out of that bra. Here… I’ll show you.”
Her only response was to groan and relax her body, giving in to him. And to herself.
He slowly slid the cotton up her torso revealing skin he hadn’t seen in years, but skin he remembered the feel of like it was his own. His fingers shook with the memories.
The bra matched her panties with lacy edges. He always liked the simplicity of how she dressed. She hadn’t been frilly, but she hadn’t been full on tomboy, either. She’d been some mix of the two that turned him on.
“No one has ever looked at me the way you do.” Her voice was soft, clear, and full of awe.
He didn’t say anything, only continued exposing her to his view, using both hands to lower the bra cups down, revealing full breasts with pointed tips. His mouth watered and he didn’t hesitate to sate his thirst, devouring one nipple while his fingers pinched and squeezed the other one.
Coe feasted on her and she gave in to the sensations. She’d always been sensitive to nipple play and it got her hornier faster than almost anything else.
She began writhing on his lap again, little whimpers coming from deep in her throat.
He always did love the sounds she made, and would swear he’d been hearing them in his dreams since the day she left him.
“Answer my question.”
“Get me off, first. Please, Coe.”
“Nah, baby girl. That’s not how this works anymore.”
“Let me… Let me go, then.”
“Nope.” Her eyes narrowed at his refusal with a glare he knew well. The girl always thought she could get her way and he used to give in happily. But that was then.
One hand playing with her tits, back and forth, teasing each nipple to keep them tender and tightly puckered. The other hand working beneath the edges of her panties, fingers skimming, dipping into her wetness.
“God, Cass… I’ve missed this pussy of yours. No other woman has ever had a prettier, hotter, tighter cunt than you.”
She angled her hips, seeking more of his touch, seeking connection on her clit. He knew every little move. He knew everything.
He even knew why she told that man up north no, but she was going to say it. She was going to admit it.
“You know I’ll make you come, Cassie girl. You know I’ll make you scream so loud the cows in the north pasture will hear you.” His finger circled her clit, not quite touching it, but close… Oh. So. Close. “All you have to do is tell me why you told him no and why you came back.”
She shook her head against the steering wheel even as she pumped her hips in his lap.
“Ain’t that a shame, then…” He leaned down and licked a path between her nipples, lightly sucking one, followed by the other. He removed his hand from inside her panties and began righting her clothes, covering her body.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, stumbling over her words, panic filling her gaze.
“I’m going to get you back to the house so I can get what I need to get that hunk-o-junk fixed and you back home.”
“I thought… Coe…”
“I want a goddamn answer, Cass.”
“Don’t you even… You know I’ll fuck you into next week, but you don’t get to come here after all this time to use me again, then disappear.”
“That’s not… I didn’t mean…” She struggled to sit up and he helped her with his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him.
“If you can’t for one second be honest with me and yourself, especially with yourself, Cass… We don’t have anything to talk about and we don’t have any business doing anything else. I fell for it once, I’m not going to fall for it again.”
“You mean that?” She sounded hurt, sad. He understood more than he wanted to admit.
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He wouldn’t deny her that. He wouldn’t keep from returning the kiss, either. It might be the last one he ever had from her, shared with her and he would savor every single second of it.
Hard and heavy.
With tongues, teeth, and moans.
Every kiss that meant anything, he’d shared with Cass.
When she lifted her head and opened her eyes, a single tear dropped down her cheek. Coe caught it on the tip of his finger and licked it off.
“He wasn’t you,” she said softly, chin trembling, more tears forming, and ready to fall. He thought to say something, but he realized there wasn’t much he could say to that. And this was the moment she’d needed to have with herself, with him.
So, he waited, watching her face, watching the struggle she had being vulnerable.
“He was a good man. Is a good man. He loves me. And he’d take me back. But he’s not you. I think in the back of my mind that I knew. That I knew I didn’t love him the way a woman is supposed to love a man she’s talking marriage with. It hurt. To leave him. It scared me. Coming back home. Coming out here.”
“You never have to be scared of the farm, Cass.”
“It’s not the farm I was scared of, you jackass.”
Coe smiled at her sass. “Then what?”
“You never have to be scared of that, either.”
“What if you’d found someone else? What if you were angry and didn’t want to see me? So many what if’s.”
“There’s only ever been one woman I wanted enough to stay with, to make a life with, to marry.”
She inhaled on a shaky breath. “One?”
“Mmm… Just one.”
“Why’d you let me go?”
“I wasn’t going to keep you when you didn’t want to stay. I’ve told you as much. I accepted my place in your life back then.”
“Because I was way too hung up on you to make any demands. I should have asked you to stay, but I didn’t want you to do it and possibly resent me later. It was better to let you do what you needed to do. All you ever talked about was leaving, going up to Chicago.”
“I didn’t want to stay in this one horse town.”
“Never occurred to you that we had more than one. You could’ve gone to school just down the road. OU ain’t so bad.”
“OSU is better. Did you go? To OU?”
“I did. I graduated, too, then I came back home, took over the farm.”
“I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I didn’t call or come back to visit. It hurt so much.”
“That should’ve told you something.”
“I thought it was only a teenage girl who didn’t know what was good for her. I was scared of staying.”
“You gotta stop being so scared of life, Cassie girl. It’s there to be lived, not run from and you can live life all you want here or in Chicago.”
“Can I live it with you?”
“Is that what you want? Don’t be too hasty about it. I’m always here when you’re ready for me. I always have been, but don’t jump from his bed into mine if you don’t intend to pick a permanent side of it.”
“I just told you I left because he wasn’t you.”
“You knew that when you got serious enough with him to plan a life.”
“So, what do I have to do to convince you that I’m not jumping from him to you, but that I’m coming home.”
“Home is you, Coe. Home has always been you. Since that first kiss. Since I whispered that I loved you the first night we spent together in the hayloft.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“You were sound asleep. I whispered it in your ear before I left. I was already so late and I didn’t want my father to catch me sneaking in.”
“You’re my home.”
He pulled her mouth to his, fisted his hand in her hair, and hauled her tight against his body. It didn’t matter that it was hot, humid, and the heat index was well over a hundred. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen her in too many fucking days, weeks, months, years. It didn’t matter that she was going to say yes, before she realized she couldn’t.
None of it mattered.
The only thing that did was that her tongue was between his lips and her taste was once again reminding him of every good thing the world had to offer.
Her heart thumped against his chest and her hips rocked against him, as though trying to get beneath his clothes, his skin.
Her fingers worked at the edges of his t-shirt, pulling it up, dragging her nails over his flesh.
“Cass…” He tried to end their kiss, but the second he tugged his mouth from hers, she dove back in again. “Cass,” he tried again, this time physically pushing her back.
Her pretty eyes were dilated and full of hunger. They kept dropping to his lips.
He’d seen her this way a few times.
Ravenous. Needy. Unable to do more than climb onto his dick and ride him until she collapsed.
He wanted that. He needed that.
“I didn’t come out here for this, for fuckin’. I just… I wanted to see the farm, to smell the dirt, the heat in the air, to see you. I wanted to see you, Coe. I missed you. I missed this. I missed us. I missed the way you loved me. And I missed the way I loved you.”
What more could a man ask for? Was there a man strong enough to resist a woman like her, sayin’ all the right things, lookin’ like a vixen? Because Coe wasn’t that strong.
He was always weak in the knees when it came to her.
He was the one who dove in for the kiss this time, pushing his tongue between her lips, taking in her moans and whimpers.
He was the one who worked her clothes until he could get at the heat between her legs, the wetness again.
He was the one who stroked and pressed and teased, opening his eyes to watch the expression on her face, watch her gaze cloud over with need, watch the moment she was just close enough.
“I love you, Cassie. I’ve always loved you. I will always love you.”
“But…?” Her fingers worked clumsily at his pants and the two of them shifted in the cab of the tractor… His cock out, her pussy available, her nipples pointed and aimed right at him.
He inched her closer… Closer… Closer still until she was able to slide against him, until she was able to angle her hips, her cunt over him, taking every inch like she was made for him.
He sighed against her neck when he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him… “But if you ever run again, I will come for you. I will come get you and toss you over my shoulder caveman style, and bring you back. And I will mess up whatever man you think is better for you than me.”
She quivered in his hold, her pussy spasming around his dick. She let out a whimper and shot her hips forward into his body. Her fists gripped his shirt, the back of his head. She rode him hard, moving as much as his hold allowed her, and when she looked at him, her eyes wide and hungry and full of something he couldn’t even begin to define, she smiled. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
He stilled her movements and held her so fiercely that his fingerprints would be visible on her skin for several days after. “It’s a promise and a threat,” he said, punctuating his words with a hard, upward motion that made the woman on his lap moan.
She was pressed to his chest again, his hold loosening, her body fucking him in the midday Oklahoma heat.
A breeze there was nothing cool about blew into the cab, then flowed out. And still Cassie rode him.
Her breath was hot and moist against his neck and when her lips moved toward his, he snagged them and drove his tongue into her mouth. Their kiss was sloppy, wet, and everything he’d missed in the time she’d been gone.
When she broke from it, she leaned away, bracing her hands on his knees. She always was a limber thing. Her back arched, her nipples pointed up to the roof, her belly soft, and the smell of sex in the air surrounding them, mostly hers.
God, he loved the way she fucked and loved the way she smelled and how it mixed with the smell of the summer air and the summer fields out beyond the tractor.
Coe shifted in his seat, leaned forward and licked at the skin between her breasts.
“I could stay like this forever,” she said, her breath harsh and labored.
“Then stay.” He brought her back up and guided her body the way he needed her to move, the way they both needed her to move.
The friction along his cock as her cunt swallowed and released it with each slide up and down… He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He wouldn’t be able to keep from emptying inside her. He wouldn’t be able to hold onto the pleasure of this moment…
But there would be others, more moments, more pleasure.
He wedged a hand between them, fumbled until he found her clit slick with the sweat and arousal they shared. Together they worked the little nub until she was gasping for breath, until she was whimpering and her thighs were beginning to tremble. Together they got her to the edge where she shuddered and bucked and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, riding out the orgasm and pulling him along in her wake.
She was the most beautiful woman and when she came… God, she was magnificent.
He watched her face, felt the last of the flutters inside her, saw her smile, and heard his name on her lips.
That was all he needed, all he ever wanted in this life.
His cum flooded her, filled her, leaked out of her. His cock pulsed and he grunted with each release, each burst of semen deep inside her. He held her impossibly tight, too tight for the heat that surrounded them, for the sun beating down on the tractor, and for a moment he was scared to let go, but he did.
“You know, I’m not even sure the pill is enough against that orgasm,” she said, kissing his lips, his jaw, his throat before looking him in the eye.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Apparently. So… What do you think?” she asked in a voice soft with release and uncertainty and…hope.
“About the possible consequences…”
“I’ve never been afraid of any consequences when it comes to you, Cass. Never.”
“You want to have babies with me, Coe?”
“I’d like to marry you first, maybe go out on a few dates before that, but yeah… I want to have babies with you.”
“I’d like that. And all those other things, too. Think maybe we can go up to the house now? Get cleaned up, get some lemonade, and plan that first date?”
“I don’t need to plan it. I know exactly where we’re goin’?”
“Oh? Yep. OU football game this weekend.”
She sighed. “Fine. But only if you promise we can go to an OSU one later on.”
“How about we split the difference and go to the Bedlam game?”
“Deal. I love you, Coe. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I’m here and I’m never leavin’ you again.”
“I love you, too, Cass, and I’m never lettin’ you go.” He flipped the key in the ignition and the tractor roared to life. He gave it a little gas and Cass leaned over to close the door. Air conditioning filled the cab and they began to rumble through the field toward the barn, toward the house, toward their own life in a country song.