Getting Caught in the Rain

by Barron, Melinda

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  She was just about to let him know what she thought of his idea when he grabbed her and kissed her so deeply she thought he might suck her lungs out of her body. Rachel threw her arms around him and kissed him back. They broke apart and tore at each other’s clothes. When her top was gone, he expertly popped the hooks on her bra.

  “You were always good at that… oh.” He attached his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it hard, nibbling on it, and then biting just enough to make a wonderful shiver of pain run through her. She wanted to damn him for knowing exactly what she liked, for knowing how to please her after so much time apart. But it proved one thing to her—that he had thought of her as much as she had of him.

  He pulled her bra off and gathered her breasts together between his hands, moving from one nipple to the other as he sucked and licked and bit.

  Rachel threw back her shoulders to give him better access. When he moved his lips up to her neck she put her hand between his legs. Even though he still wore his jeans she could feel the outline of his hardness against her palm.

  She wanted to tell him to fuck her, to take her hard and fast, but she wanted to let Dex take the lead, to do with her as he pleased. He moved his lips all over her body, the smell of cobbler and pizza mixing together and assaulting her nose. Even though the smell was not pleasant she couldn’t help but smile.

  When his hands went to the button and zipper on her jeans, hers did the same for his. He pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and expertly flipped her toward the island. Once he’d pushed her legs apart, he pushed inside her so fast she gasped as if all the breath had come out of her body.

  Dex grasped her hips and thrust hard, moving back and forth at a pace she thought would knock them both off their feet. And then suddenly he was gone. He slapped her ass, first one side, and then the other, back and forth and back and forth as Rachel thrust her hips in his direction.

  Just when the harsh sting was about to drive her over the edge, he stopped spanking her and started to fuck her again.

  “Use your fingers,” he said in a guttural tone.

  Rachel obeyed, fingering her clit until her orgasm burst forth, making her feel as if her body would shatter into a thousand pieces. Dex followed immediately, pounding into her harder and harder until he collapsed on her back.

  Getting Caught in the Rain

  Melinda Barron

  Published by Blushing Books

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  Melinda Barron

  Getting Caught in the Rain

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-144-6

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  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Melinda Barron

  Blushing Books

  Chapter 1

  Finding two police officers on her front doorstep was not the way Rachel expected to start the new year.

  “I knew I should have had my black-eyed peas for breakfast,” she said, and then chuckled, hoping to hide her nervousness.

  One of the officers smiled, but the other one frowned and said, “Pardon me?”

  “Black-eyed peas for luck,” she said. “You’re not from the south, are you?”

  In lieu of answering he asked, “Are you Rachel Mixon?”

  “I am,” she said. When they asked for ID, she invited them inside and went for her purse in the bedroom. Once they had confirmed she wasn’t lying about her identity the one who had smiled at her quip said, “Do you know an Agatha Bales?”

  Rachel’s heart sank and tears stung her eyes because there was only one reason they would ask that question. She nodded, not trusting her voice.

  “Do you know how to get hold of her next of kin?” The non-smiling officer pulled out a notebook and flipped it open. “Her nephew, Dexter Bales? We’ve tried to call him but we keep getting voice mail. His DPS address shows he lives way out in Randall County. We wanted to see if you had a different number before we sent a deputy out there.”

  Rachel wanted to ask how they knew to come to her for the information. She and Dex had not been a couple for years, but she still knew where to find him.

  “Let me get my cell,” she said. She started toward the bedroom, where her phone rested on the table beside her bed. But before she left the room she said, “Is she gone?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” the first officer said. “Her neighbor called in a welfare check. It seems they had coffee together every morning, and when she couldn’t raise Mrs. Bales, she called us.”

  Rachel wanted to correct the Mrs. part. Agatha had never married. “And me?”

  “The neighbor had a just in case letter,” the officer continued. “The first name on the list was Dexter Bales, and the second was yours.”

  Rachel nodded, then retrieved her phone. She rattled off a number and the officers both nodded.

  “That’s the one we have,” the smiling cop said. “Thank you for your help. We’re sorry for your loss.”

  Rachel wiped away tears, but when they turned toward the door she said, “Wait, can I tell him? It would be better coming from me.”

  The two men exchanged a look, and Rachel waited for them to say no, that it was against policy. Instead they both nodded.

  “We need him to come to the PD today, since he is her next-of-kin, according to the letter she left. You’re listed as a friend.”

  Rachel laughed softly. “I’ve known her all my life.” She wiped an errant tear. She was trying as hard as she could not to cry in front of these two men. “I’ll try to call Dex, and if I can’t get hold of him I’ll drive out to his farm.”

  The first officer handed her a card. “Ask him to call us as soon as possible, and we’ll set up a time.”

  She wanted to ask more, like how Aunt Agatha had died, or where her body was, but something told her they would not answer her questions.

  “I’ll get to him as fast as I can,” she said.

  When they were gone she sat down on the couch and put her face in her hands. She wanted so much to cry her eyes out, but she knew she didn’t have time. It would take her a little more than an hour to get to Dex’s house, and there was no telling if he was working in the fields, or out and about after having partied too much the night before. She didn’t see that happening, though. Dex had never been one to attend parties. He preferred quiet time at home.

  She sniffled and wiped away her tears once more. Then she slapped her hands on her knees and stood. After she took a quick shower and dressed she headed out toward Canyon. The roads were pretty much devoid of traffic, and by the time she took the turn toward Hereford she realized it was going to take her far less time than she thought.

  “Too many people sleeping off their champagne,” she said with a laugh. She took the t
urn toward Buffalo Lake and mentally practiced how she would tell Dex that his beloved aunt was dead.

  Agatha had lived with Dex and his parents for as long as Rachel could remember. She took care of Dex while his parents worked, cooking and cleaning for the family. She was, despite appearances, a very strong woman, who was strong and stood her ground when people dared to cross her.

  But she was gentle and sweet, too. She taught Rachel to knit, and crochet, and on nights when Rachel would stay with the Bales while her parents traveled for their work, Agatha would set up fun things for Rachel and Dexter to enjoy. They would have movie night, or read books, each of them taking a turn with the classics and then discussing the plot and characters.

  Tears once again stung her eyes, and she wiped them away as she drew closer to Buffalo Gap, Dex’s farm. Two large steel buffalo were mounted on either side of the gate, which stood wide open. A smile lit her lips, the first one of the new year.

  Dex grew many acres of wheat on his land, but he also bred horses and buffalo. It was his dream to have a whole herd of buffalo, and though she hadn’t seen him in two years, she was sure he was making his way toward his goal.

  Tears stung her eyes, not only for the loss of Aunt Agatha but for the demise of her relationship with Dex. How had they let things get so far away from them? They’d had plans, but those plans had never come to fruition. When her mother had asked what had happened, Rachel had just shaken her head and said, “I’m not really sure.

  “You have to work at things, Rachel,” her mother had said. “You can’t just expect relationships to fall into place. They take time, and effort.”

  Rachel knew that, but it was impossible to talk about things with her mother. Patty Mixon always had to have the last word. Always.

  Rachel drove through the gate and stopped the car. Her tears started to flow, and she put her head in her hands and let it happen. If she held back now she would more than likely fall apart when she told Dex about Agatha. And she was on a time schedule. The cops expected to hear from Dex as soon as possible. She needed to find him and impart her news. “Dex doesn’t need to see you crying. He’ll want to comfort you if he sees you sniveling like a baby. He’s the one that needs comfort.”

  She sat up straighter and took several deep breaths, and then started back down the dirt road that led to the house. As she approached she saw several vehicles outside, two pickups and an SUV. It hadn’t occurred to her that Dex wouldn’t be by himself. What if he had a new girlfriend and she was inside the house with him?

  That would be awkward. But as she parked next to a dark blue truck, which she was sure belonged to Dex since it had a personalized plate that said, Buffalo-1. She had barely switched the car into park when a woman came running out of the house. She waved a towel in the air and said, “Hello, come on in!” Then she turned and ran back inside.

  If Dex’s new girlfriend knew who Rachel was, she wouldn’t be offering a blank invitation. Still, there was nothing for it; Rachel had to talk to Dex. She could wait here until he came out, or she could go and knock on the door, or go inside like the woman had said.

  “In for a penny,” she said as she exited the car. She climbed the steps of the house, with its wide wrap around porch and knocked on the door.

  “Come on in,” the woman yelled above the classic rock music that filtered out of the house. “I’m in the kitchen, cooking up some cowboy caviar. We all need our black-eyed peas.”

  “Too late for that,” Rachel whispered under her breath as she entered the house. She looked around and her stomach fell. It was obvious the woman lived here, for there would be no other reason for the house to be so neat, or smell so good. The aroma of the cowboy caviar, a mixture of peas, corn, jalapenos, avocados, and several other vegetables, filled the air.

  “I’m looking for Dex,” Rachel said.

  “The man doesn’t stay in one place long enough for anyone to find him,” the woman said with a laugh. “He’s out in the field with Tommy.”

  Tommy. Rachel should have known he would be here. He was Dex’s best friend, and had been since their seventh-grade year when they fought over who would do the book report on the Alamo during Texas history class. They’d gotten into a fistfight, been locked in detention for two weeks, and had been best friends ever since.

  “I’m Rachel,” she said, watching the woman who was stirring the pot of beans.

  “Really? Well, this ought to be interesting.” She pulled a phone from her pocket and hit a few buttons. “Hey, get up here. I’ve been cooking all morning and I won’t have it turn to mush while the two of you mess around in the dirt.” After she’d clicked off the phone she put it back in her pocket. But she still wouldn’t look at Rachel. And she still hadn’t given her name.

  “Want something to drink?” she asked.

  “No, thank you,” Rachel said. “If it’s all right with you I’m going to go sit in the living room and wait.”

  “Okay.”

  Since the woman’s reception had become decidedly chilly, Rachel did as she’d said she was going to. A large flat screen TV took up much of the wall, and she was tempted to pick up the remote and turn it on. She’d expected her task to be hard, but she didn’t expect to find the woman.

  It hurt to think that Dex had found someone whom he was now obviously living with, even though it had been three years since they had split the sheets, as Aunt Agatha had once said.

  Turning on the TV would give her something to concentrate on, something to take her mind off the fact that Dex and the woman in the kitchen did the nasty not very far from where Rachel now sat.

  “If you plan on hurting him, you should just go now, and I won’t tell him you’re here,” the woman said.

  Rachel looked at the doorway where the woman now stood. She hadn’t even heard her enter.

  “It can’t be helped,” Rachel said.

  “It can be.” The woman pointed at the door. “Just go.”

  Rachel stood, but before she could say anything, the sound of a slamming door and male laughter filled the room. Rachel stared at the woman, and then Tommy called out, “Carrie, this is good.”

  “You little bum!”

  Carrie turned toward the kitchen, and Rachel stood rooted to the spot. She waited a beat. She heard Carrie say, “That’s not for snacking, that’s for lunch. Put those bowls down, both of you. Dex, someone is here to see you.”

  Rachel took that as her cue. She went to the kitchen and waited in the doorway. When she saw Dex, with a spoon halfway to his mouth, she couldn’t help but smile, even though she was about to break his heart.

  “Rach?” His voice sounded hoarse, and she knew she should say something, offer some sort of greeting. But her voice stuck in her throat. “What are you doing here?”

  “I… well… it’s Agatha.”

  “Agatha sent you?” Dex put his spoon back in the bowl, then set the bowl on the counter. “Why?”

  “No, Agatha, she’s… oh Dex, I’m so sorry.” Tears leaked from her eyes, and she swallowed hard to try and get hold of her emotions.

  The shock on his face at seeing her changed to confusion, and then sudden comprehension. “No.”

  “Yes,” she said. “The police came by my house this morning after they couldn’t get hold of you. She’d left some sort of list with her neighbor, first you, then me.”

  “I just had dinner with her last night,” Dex said. “She can’t be dead.”

  Rachel wasn’t sure how to react. Instead she reached into her pocket and drew out the policeman’s card. “They need you to call them, as soon as possible. They tried to call you.”

  “I lost my phone,” he said. “I thought maybe it was at her house. I was going to call her later today.”

  He woodenly moved to a chair at the table and fell into it. “It can’t be.”

  “Dex, man, I’m so sorry,” Tommy said.

  Carrie ran to him and threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight. He didn’t move his arms to return
the hug. Instead he just stared at the wall.

  Rachel set the card on the table. “You need to call them.” She could hear her voice break, and she turned toward the doorway.

  “Don’t go,” Dex said. “I have questions.”

  “I have no answers,” Rachel said. She turned to face him. “They didn’t tell me much, just that her neighbor said she missed their morning coffee date.” She paused a moment, and then she pulled out her phone. “Here, call them.”

  “Come on, Carrie.” Rachel turned her head toward the other couple in the room. Tommy took the woman’s hand and led her away. That was odd, to Rachel’s way of thinking, but other things in the room deserved her attention. She turned back to Dex.

  “It’s locked.” He held the phone out to her and she put in the code. She sat opposite from him as he identified himself. Then he said, with breaks in between the words, “Okay. Yes. I see. I agree. Okay. Okay. Thank you.”

  He clicked the phone off and put it on the table. “They think she died in her sleep. Since she was under a doctor’s care for her heart condition, and her advanced age, the JP doesn’t think there needs to be an autopsy.”

  Rachel jerked at the word, then crossed her arms over her chest.

  “What happens next?” she asked, even though she knew it was probably not her business. Or was it?

  “I have to go in and meet with the officers,” he said. “I’m not sure after that.”

  A strained silence filled the room. This was one of those moments where she felt as if she should know exactly what to do, what to say. But her mind was as blank as a sheet of printer paper.

  Finally after what seemed an eternity, she said, “I guess I should go.”