by Mia Ford
I paid for the gas and the snacks and stepped out into the sweltering sunny day. I didn’t see her until I put the nozzle in the pump and opened the door. Annabel was sitting in the passenger seat. She smiled and told me to get in the truck.
CHAPTER 23: Annabel
“What are you doing here?” Shane asked as he climbed into the truck and closed the door. He had a brown bag in his hand. He set it in the console and turned to face me.
“I wanted to ask you a question,” I said, sitting sideways with my back to the door.
“Just one?”
“Just one.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that Juju was the one trying to kiss you the other day?” I asked, resisting the urge to reach out to put my hand on his arm. I longed for the feeling of my fingertips on his skin. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were trying to put her off when I came in?”
“That’s two questions,” he said seriously.
“Okay, fine. Two questions. Answer both please.”
Shane squinted to stare through the dirty windshield at the sweltering day outside the air-conditioned SUV and blew out a long sigh. It was like all the air going out of him, like he’d held his breath for a dozen years.
“I figured I’d made enough excuses,” he said quietly. “I’d hurt you enough. There was no reason to do it again.”
“But you were really innocent this time,” I said, putting my hand on his arm now and giving it a squeeze. His skin was hot beneath my hand. “Juju told me the truth. Why didn’t you say something?”
“I tried,” he said, pulling his arm away and shaking his head. “I yelled after you but you wouldn’t stop. I tried calling you for two days. I got the message loud and clear. And now…”
Tears stung at my eyes. “And now what?”
“And now I have to leave.” He put his hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. “It’s for the best. I’ve hurt you enough.”
“It’ll hurt me even more if you leave,” I said. I reached across to put my finger under his chin and turn his face my way. “If you leave, I’ll be devastated.”
He blinked at me. “You will?”
“I will. Do you know why?”
“No. Why?”
“Because I love you, Shane Mavic. I’ve loved you since the first grade. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you run away from me again.”
Before he could say a word, I climbed over the center console and forced my way into his lap. I was wedged between his hard body and the steering wheel. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He didn’t resist. He kissed me back, gently, longingly, as if it was a kiss he’d waited a life time to deliver.
“I have one more question,” I said, nibbling at his ear.
“What’s that?”
“Does this SUV have a big backseat?”
CHAPTER 24: Annabel
The first time Shane and I made love it was in the back of his mom’s car parked on a bluff overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. It was a Saturday night in the summer. It was dark, no moon out. The night air was thick, moist, hot. It made us sweat. The country station out of Galveston was on the radio. We steamed up the windows and stank up the seat. We were just two horny kids doing what came natural. It was a memory I’d never forget. And one I couldn’t believe I was in the process of reenacting.
This time we were in the back of a Lincoln Navigator in broad daylight, parked in the same spot with the same view that looked quite different in the bright light of day. The Navigator’s windows were heavily-tinted, not that it would have mattered. We would have fucked in the bed of my old pickup truck and welcomed the onlookers. We had no choice. Our bodies were screaming for one another. I could barely keep my hand off Shane’s cock as we drove to the bluff.
We climbed into the back seat and took off our clothes. As with the first time, Shane lay back with his hard cock sticking up like the mast of a great ship: long, thick, hard, lined with plump veins, the head crimson and moist, waiting for my touch.
I sat on the edge of the seat with my legs spread wide, pumping his cock while Shane’s fingers explored my wet pussy, his thumb on my clit. I was literally gushing as his fingers probed in and out.
“Fuck that feels good…” I said, closing my eyes. “You have magic fingers, Captain Mavic.”
“So do you, Dr. Bates,” he said, the words coming out on a heavy breath. I felt his cock grow harder in my hand. I leaned down and pressed my lips to the tip. Clear juice oozed from the tiny slit and I licked it away. Shane moaned and probed his finger deeper inside my cunt.
“I’m so glad… I caught you…” I said, struggling with the words.
“Me, too…”
“I was such… an idiot…”
“Shut up and get on top of me,” he said with a smile. “According to the manual this back seat is big enough to sixty-nine so let’s give it a go. Put that sweet pussy on my mouth.”
I giggled and did as I was told. I put one leg over his head so my pussy was at his lips, and then leaned down to take his cock into my mouth. As my hand milked the long shaft and my lips sucked the bulbous head, Shane drove his tongue deep inside me. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, then slid one finger into my ass. When he started sucking on my clit I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gushed hot juice all over his face and into his mouth. Shane pressed his lips to my cunt and sucked out every last drop.
“Fuck… you do that so well…” I sighed with his cock at my lips. He was licking the juices from pussy lips and moaning, sending vibrations through me, making me almost cum again. His cock pulsed in my hand.
“Get on top of me now,” he said. Just like the first time.”
I smiled and gave his cock one last kiss, then turned around and positioned my pussy above him. Shane held his cock steady as I lowered myself onto his long staff. The round head slid in easily, I was so wet. My pussy spread and then closed around it like it was giving him a welcome hug.
“Are you having déjà vu?” I asked as I let his cock impale me fully. I could feel him deep inside me, from my cunt to my throat. I pressed my palms into his chest and started working my hips back and forth.
“It’s even better now,” he said, his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down. “Now we know what we’re doing.”
“Yes…” I moaned. “We certainly… do…”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. Shane’s cock slid deep inside me, then slid slowly out and slid in deep again. I watched his face as I milked him with my pussy. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. His breath was getting heavier with every stroke. I was so grateful I had caught up to him before he left again. I was so happy. I knew in my heart that I would never let him leave me again without promising to return soon.
“Fuck… I’m getting… close…” he moaned. Even with the air conditioner running on high and the cold air coming from the vents in the roof, we were both sweating like pigs. Shane’s chest and neck and face were oily with it. Sweat sluiced down the center of my breasts and dripped onto him as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“God… your cock…so… big…”
“Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
We smiled at each other as our orgasms hit. My body shuddered as I hammered my pussy up and down on him. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. I gushed juices over his cock and balls. The scent of me filled the air. His entire body tensed as he filled my cunt with his hot milky goo.
We grunted like animals as we came.
We screamed each other’s names.
We held onto each other for dear life.
And when the orgasms were over, we lay in each other’s arms and didn’t say a word. We didn’t have to say anything. Our hearts were just fine doing the talking for us.
EPILOGUE: Shane
Who am I?
My name is Shane Andrew Mavic. I just turned thirty-years-old and as of two weeks ago, I am a ret
ired Navy SEAL. I live in the tiny town of Gulf Breeze, Texas, population who the fuck cares. The old folks liked to say Gulf Breeze was located smackdab in the middle of nowhere, but had one hell of an ocean view. I reckon I couldn’t disagree. It sure beat the hell out of waking up in Afghanistan.
* * *
“Are you sure you don’t want to sell the place?” Juju asked for the tenth time as I walked her to her car with her ReMax sign under my arm. She opened the trunk and I slid the sign inside for her. “I mean, these people are serious buyers. I might get them to go as high as fifty-five.”
“No, I think I’ll hang on to the place for now,” I said, dusting off my hands. “I appreciate your efforts and if I need to reimburse you for anything just let me know. And if I change my mind I’ll give you a call.”
“Well, okay then.” She glanced at the house for a moment, then gave me a quick hug and got into her car and drove away. I stood on the curb, waving like a Beverly Hillbilly until she was out of sight.
“She sounded really disappointed,” Annabel said as I came back into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. Annabel was at the stove cooking burgers in my mom’s old iron skillet. I had been cutting up tomatoes at the table when Juju showed up to announce that she finally had a potential buyer.
“Yeah, well, she should have sold the place while I was away,” I said with a smile. “It sat on the market for three months.”
Annabel flipped the burgers and watched me out of the corner of her eye. “Are you glad that it didn’t sell?”
“I guess so,” I said. I picked up another tomato and cut it into slices. “I mean, it’s just an old house, but I have to live somewhere.”
“You could be living in a tiny apartment above a vet practice,” she said with a grin. Was that a hint, I wondered? Was she hoping that I would ask her to move in now that I was home and settled. We had spent every night together since I got home. Why shouldn’t we make it official?
I just said, “True.”
“What about the memories of growing up here?” she asked. “Are they going to bother you?”
I frowned at her and kept slicing. “Memories?”
“Your parents? Kenny? The fights?”
“Do you mean memories or ghosts?”
She turned the burgers over and put a lid on the pan to let them simmer in the grease for a minute. She picked up the bottle of Mountain Dew from the counter and brought it to the table to refill my glass. “Aren’t they one and the same?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I guess so, maybe. But I don’t believe in ghosts, and I don’t think memories can hurt you, unless you let them.”
“That’s good,” she said, brushing her fingertips down my cheek. She leaned down and kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m glad you’re home, Captain Mavic.”
“Me, too, Dr. Lee,” I said. I was glad she went back to her maiden name. I hated Bradley Bates with a passion in high school. It irked me to no end that he had married and abused Annabel like he did. If I ever ran into him in town maybe I’d bring up that fact and see what he had to say for himself.
“You know, maybe we can make a few memories of our own here,” I said with a casual shrug.
“What do you mean?”
“Like you said, it’s not much, but it’s better than living in an apartment above a veterinarian’s office.”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” she asked, her eyebrows arched.
“I reckon I am,” I said. I set the knife on the table and wiped my hands on my shirt, then reached for her. I pulled her into my lap and nuzzled her neck as the burgers started smoking on the stove.
“The burgers are burning,” she said with a sigh.
“So am I,” I said as my hand went under her t-shirt to find her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch and she moaned in my ear. “Why don’t you turn them off and we’ll eat after.”
“After?”
“Yes,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. “After.”
EXTENDED EPILOGUE: Annabel
Shane and I got married six months after he left the SEALS. His Uncle Seth was the best man and Wendy was my maid of honor. We got married in the same little church my parents did, which thrilled them to death. Shane even asked my dad if it was all right with him if he married his daughter. My big, overprotective father cried like a baby and welcomed Shane with open arms.
We lived in the little house on Dilbeck Street and were as happy as newlyweds could be. Shane got a job working on an oil rig in the Gulf and my practice thrived. We were making a good living together and socking back money with the hopes of one day buying a ranch of our own outside of town. Shane was a cowboy at heart and loved to ride horses and tend cattle with his Uncle Seth. It was his dream to have his own spread, but land was expensive in south Texas, especially on the Gulf coast side.
The only downside was that we were so busy sometimes that we barely got to see each other. We’d pass each other coming and going and that was it. Shane was working double shifts and as the only vet in town, I was at the office twelve hours a day six days a week. Our marriage had its ups and downs, like most marriages I guess, but we were so head over heels we didn’t care. We were together and that was all that mattered.
* * *
“Rough day?” I asked as I came out onto the back porch and sat down next to Shane on the steps. He had showered and scrubbed after getting home from work, but I could still smell the oil on his skin and in his hair. It saturated the body and was impossible to wash away. My daddy said only time and distance got the smell of crude out of man’s skin.
“No rougher than most,” Shane said as I looped my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. “How about yours?”
“Same old same old,” I said with a sigh. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just sitting and thinking,” he said. It was nearing dusk and fall was in the air. I shivered a little and Shane put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Well, I was talking to Uncle Seth today.”
I glanced up at him. “And?”
“And he is thinking about retiring.”
“Really? To do what?”
“He says him and Aunt Wilma have been talking about moving to the mountains. Colorado or Montana maybe.”
“Wow. Why?”
Shane shrugged with his eyes. “He says he’s had his fill of Texas dust and the stink of cow shit on his boots. He thinks he’d like a change of pace.”
“How about that. What about their place?” I turned to gaze into his eyes. He was smiling. I knew at that moment something was up.
“Well, he would like for us to take it over.”
My mouth fell open. Seth had always bragged that the only way he’d leave Texas was in a pine box. “You mean take over his ranch? His cattle? Just buy him out lock, stock, and barrel?”
“Everything,” Seth said with a nod. “He’s showed me the books. It’s a working ranch, makes a nice profit every year. He’s willing to give us a good price if we want to buy it.”
“Wow,” I said again. “Can we afford it.”
“I’ve crunched the numbers and with what we’ve saved and my GI bill, yes, I think we can.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Will you be happy being a small-time cattle rancher for the rest of your days?”
“If you’re with me,” Shane said. “I think that sounds…”
“Amazing?”
“Yeah. Amazing.”
I put my arms around his waist and leaned into him. “Can I ask you one question?”
He rested his cheek on the top of my head. “Just one?”
“Yes, just one.”
“Shoot.”
“How would you feel about having a little cowhand to help out on the ranch in about eight months?” I gazed up into his eyes. There were tears in his eyes. He gave a little chuckle and smiled.
“I think t
hat would be…”
“Amazing,” I said.
“Yes. Simply amazing.”
THE END
BONUS SEX SCENE
Shane wanted to take a shower. It wasn’t because either of us necessarily needed a shower. It was because he loved to fuck me in the shower. And do other things. There was something about the suds and the steam and the hot water that really turned him on. Or maybe it was just having me all slick and naked in there with him, his big hands soaping my melon tits and tweaking my nipples and playing with my shaved pussy. My hand sliding up and down his long cock, my soapy finger teasing his asshole.
I won’t lie. Showering with Shane was one of my favorite things to do, too. His cock would get as hard and thick as a lead pipe and my pussy seemed to get extra hot and wet when we were fucking in the shower. I would get so wet that he could slide his big cock into my pussy with ease, then shift his cock to my ass without missing a beat or causing me any pain.
I had never been fucked in the ass before Shane talked me into trying it after a long night of doing everything else. Now, oh my, it was a major turn on. Just thinking about it got my panties wet, so when he asked if I wanted to join him I immediately said yes.
