Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Taylor Berke

  Lizzie began to pant and moan in her ecstasy as he plunged over and over into her tight forbidden channel.

  “Mine, baby, you are so fucking mine now. Let go, Lizzie, I have got you.” Ben harshly breathed against her ear.

  With a strong tug, he wrapped both his hands around her waist and again pulled them both back up to a sitting position. In the mirror over her dresser they had an unobstructed view of her sitting erotically on his knees with him buried completely to the hilt within her pliant body.

  “Fucking hell,” Ben said what they both felt as they looked upon the image. He licked his tongue up her neck to bite softly just below her ear. One hand slid down to pleasure her clit again in sure strokes as he now began to pummel her ass with determined strokes of his cock.

  “Ben! Oh please!” Lizzie screamed as her body went into spasms at the pleasure that must be coursing through her. Her ecstasy triggered his own violent release as he crushed her body to him while his cock felt like it exploded with electrically raw pleasure. Jettisons of cum pulsed out endlessly into her as he, too, roared out as the most consuming bliss enveloped his body, forcing him to shudder.

  He held her against his sweaty chest, trying to gentle the ragged pull of his breathing.

  Feeling a primal level of pure male satisfaction, the kind that he had never experienced, he leaned down to kiss her beautiful face.

  “Lizzie, baby, are you okay?” he asked her gently.

  Lizzie lay there spent within the shelter of his comforting embrace, trying to process the pleasure that this man had just bestowed upon her. She felt light-headed and weak from the orgasms that he had forced on her body that melted not only her mind but her heart as well. He loved her. He had just demonstrated it in the last day with every action and word that her hunky cowboy could conjure up. He paid and fixed her roof, he confessed his love, and just demonstrated it in manner that Lizzie could only have dreamt existed. She didn’t want to play stupid games with her heart or his. The decision was hers. He left himself vulnerable and she wasn’t going to waste another second of their lives being insecure or foolish.

  “Oh, Ben, I have never felt this right in my whole life. That was the most incredible experience I have ever had. Thank you for loving me. I feel like I have loved you forever,” she whispered back to his smiling face.

  She felt so secure in his arms as he gently laid them both down on their sides with him still curled behind her back lovingly. Sleep was drawing them both down into its depths from the sheer level of satisfaction they had both received but just as she was drifting off, she heard him.

  “I love you, too, baby. I promise to love you forever.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lizzie was practically glowing as she skipped around the crowded dining room of the café on Monday during the lunch rush. Rush? Well, she thought sheepishly, it is only Stony Creek. Being the focus of several sets of very amused eyes, Lizzie was completely unaware of everyone else’s interest in her happiness. In addition to her friends and neighbors, there were three sets of male eyes inspecting her with curiosity. They sat at a table by the back wall with two of them just looking in her direction, whispering things to the third man who was writing something down. There was something about them and the manner in which they observed her that caused a sense of unease. Deciding to ignore them, Lizzie hummed to herself as she assisted Mimi in serving.

  “You are certainly in all a flutter this afternoon, Ms. Carmichael,” Maddy drawled out in good humor to her friend. Billie’s appetite had returned today, with enthusiasm, if the sheer number or plates in front of her were any indication. Lizzie and Mimi had set out plates of sausages, pancakes, fresh fruit, and oatmeal for the ravenous new mommy.

  “Careful, Maddy, or Billie might bite off your fingers if they get any syrup on them!” Mimi laughed out in warning.

  “Hey!” Billie mumbled with her mouth full.

  “Let her eat whatever she wants. She is going to bring us a beautiful, sweet little baby soon!” Lizzie cooed at Billie’s completely flat stomach.

  “Oh yeah. Um, Vera! You win the bet,” Mimi called to the kitchen.

  Vera strolled out into the dining room and looked Lizzie up and down with a knowing smirk on her face.

  “What bet? What is so funny, you two?” Lizzie asked now wary of her two dear friends.

  “Well, you were late this morning and now you are practically giving a stellar performance of the Swan Lake ballet, so I bet Mimi that you got more than a roof raising last night. In fact, I would go out on a limb and say that hitch in your walk has nothing to do with the twisted-ankle story you made up at all. Whatcha ladies think? Am I right?” Vera crowed out to the ladies eating.”

  Lizzie was turning something like fifty shades of red now at Vera’s declaration that had those new men smiling indulgently. She was going to secretly plot out how to shove a cork in her mouth and up her butt.

  “Amen, sister,” Beth called from the doorway as she came in with all three of her brothers, Gabe, Preston, and Joe.

  Lizzie swung around to the traitor. “Beth!”

  “What? When she is right, she is right. I’ll have a cheese omelet please.” Beth laughed out, trying to ignore Lizzie’s indignation.

  Gabe and Preston sauntered over to Lizzie, each draping a meaty arm over her shoulders in comfort. Gabe leaned down and whispered in her ear, “We believe you, Lizzie, baby. Let us comfort you from that big, bad old Vera.” Preston just looked at her with a very naughty grin, reinforcing his brother’s opinion.

  Now that Ben had her, the Prestons were expressing interest? What was it with Ben anyway? Was he an aphrodisiac to both the male and female populace? Sheesh! Even though these two men and their brother Joe were delicious specimens of male flesh, there was only one man who made her melt. Unfortunately, he chose that very moment to come through her doors.

  Ben was scaring the customers who knew him with the huge smile on his face as he saw Lizzie. The air in the room became heavy as everyone was afraid that he had lost his mind because he was never known to smile. The world began to make sense again when he suddenly looked deadly calm and mad. Really mad.

  “She is not your baby and both of you orangutans had better get your hands off my woman in two seconds or they will be sent to the organ donation program,” Ben said in a loud and menacing manner.

  Both the Saunders brothers started to laugh heartedly as they removed their arms from Lizzie but not before Joe snuck in and planted a sweet kiss on Lizzie’s unsuspecting cheek.

  “That was because you are beautiful today, Lizzie, and I love to rile up the other wild animals,” Joe proudly stated for all to hear.

  “Save us a dance on Friday at The Gas Pump, Lizzie!” Preston yelled out before he sat down with his siblings.

  Lizzie just stood there with Mimi and Vera, both looking very proud of themselves with their arms crossed and huge smiles over their faces. Lizzie just raised an eyebrow at them and walked away to calm her poor, now-peeved, big man.

  “Hello, honey. Would you like some lunch?” she said with a salacious gleam in her eyes as she pulled him down to give him kiss on the lips.

  The look he gave her made her shiver with its promise that it wasn’t her food that he wanted. Well, at least she knew for sure how to calm her savage beast.

  “So what is our restaurant serving as specials in here today? I am feeling the beef personally!” Ben clapped his hands together as though planning out his favorites.

  Lizzie rolled her eyes in an obvious display of annoyance.

  “The whole premise of the expression ‘silent partner,’ Ben, is to actually be silent, you know,” Lizzie tried to explain patiently.

  Giving her a wicked grin, he allowed his gaze to run over her curves, pausing on the hardening peaks poking through the soft material of her blouse.

  “That’s fine with me, baby. You are the face of this operation. I can think of better things to do with my mouth anyway,” Ben whispered huskily in her ear, a
llowing his lips to touch.

  Lizzie felt shivers and returned his smile. For once, she had to agree with him completely.

  * * * *

  Ben watched Lizzie from his comfortable seat in her living room as she came out to model her new outfit for the date night with everyone at The Gas Pump. His eyes almost fell out of his head, causing him to jump up while she did a little twirl to show off her new clothes. She looked like sin on a stick with her long, slim legs perched on the sexiest wrap black heels that wound around her ankles. No problem there, he thought with a wry grin as they would be wrapped around his waist later. The sexy skirt, too, was okay as he loved how both the slits in the silky midnight-blue material showed her upper thighs just enough so that he could rub them with any encumbrance. He would be close enough to her all night to ensure that none of the other morons in the town would be able to look much or touch without getting their faces smash in. Nope, it was her top that had him needing Billie’s defibrillator.

  “Whatever gave you the idea that top was going to be appropriate to wear in anyone else’s presence but my own?” He couldn’t help but yell at her as he took in the display of mouthwatering breasts that were being revealed by the plunging neckline of the satin blue material.

  “Not what but who, Ben, and it was your mother and Billie, thank you very much!” Lizzie said back, uncaring of his lack of enthusiasm.

  “My mother?” Ben choked. “She either needs her glasses adjusted or is getting senile. I will make sure I talk to my father, but Billie, baby, not possible. Jackson would freak if he saw her in this.”

  “Well, then prepare to get your freak on, sir, as she got a matching shirt in dark-gray silk!” Lizzie said rather confidently.

  Ben just looked at her a moment while he did some thinking. He figured he would try to unnerve her as he did a circle around her slowly, making humming sounds. He allowed his hands to skim lightly over her hip and ass appreciatively as he circumvented her gorgeous body. Get his freak on, she said. There was no way in hell that his brother was going to let Billie out of the bedroom much less the house in a shirt like that, he thought with a laugh. Okay, he thought with evil intent, he would give her what she wanted.

  “You want me to respect you, baby, like Jackson is going to respect Billie in her top, right?” he asked her, his evil grin making her uneasy.

  “Um, yes, Ben,” Lizzie said hesitantly.

  “Okay, baby, just remember that you asked me for this,” Ben returned softly.

  He leaned over to place a light kiss on her partially open mouth when the sound of ripping suddenly filled the quiet of the room. He had placed both hands on the deep V of her shirt and allowed the backs of his fingers to suggestively rub against the mounds of perfection that he considered to be his and his alone. With that, the shirt had been no match for his strength as it tore right down the center, leaving it hanging open to her waist. The special bra that she had to wear with it, a black satin plunging type, lay visible to his appreciative gaze. He bent down, ignoring her shocked gasp and laid a tender kiss on each of his succulent breasts that were now displayed for his viewing pleasure.

  “There! Now that is much better!” he exclaimed proudly.

  “Ben! How could you do that?” Lizzie could barely get out. “It is ruined!”

  With a smug look he calmly returned, “Why yes, yes it is.”

  “I spent a lot of money on it, honey! Billie and I were going to match our outfits tonight. I cannot believe you did that!” she wailed.

  “I will buy you another, ten if you like, when Jackson and I chaperone yours and Billie’s shopping next time. I can promise you that there is no way Dr. Rothman will be wearing hers tonight either. I only tore it down the middle, while I am sure that Jackson probably tore the thing to pieces, if I know my brother, darlin’.”

  Lizzie gave him a look that said she thought he was crazy. He gave her another quick peck, slipped his hand under her skirt to pat her barely covered folds as though to show her he was the boss of her, making her squeak in surprise as he pushed her back toward her room.

  “I get to pick out the top for this outfit tonight! Let’s go find something.” Ben sauntered down to her bedroom, apparently very eager to choose her wardrobe.

  Lizzie stood there for a moment, somewhat frustrated and not only from the destruction of her new shirt. Her tiny thong was now soaked in response to the actions and brief tease. She let out a very unladylike sigh and then proceeded to follow him to her room, mumbling sarcastically, “This ought to be good.”

  * * * *

  Everyone who was anyone in Stony Creek was apparently at The Gas Pump that evening because it was seriously crowded. Lizzie held her glass of “green drink,” in honor of Billie. It was some green-colored concoction that Danny made especially for Billie personally but now that she was pregnant, all the girls had at least one in her honor. They were waiting for Jackson and Billie to actually get there. Danny had even made some sort of virgin version for Billie as well. Mayor Carson, his wife, and the other elders of the town always got here earlier than the younger groups and had a bite of dinner before socializing. Lillian, Bill, and Florence were here of course, keeping sharp eyes over their brood even though Jackson was pushing forty. Maybe she should think about what that meant. Lizzie laughed to herself. Lillian and Florence had already had a drink or two, made obvious by their conversation. They were discussing and trying to confirm that Ben’s behind, the best of all their boys’, was just like Bill’s. They were laughing themselves silly that it was their homemade DNA test. Lizzie thought they had better slow themselves down or they would be dancing on the bar by the end of the evening. She could only imagine that one. The men would need therapy for a year.

  The most shocking surprise of the night wasn’t only her shirt. The girls gave her big thumbs up in reference to her outfit but questioned her as to why her shirt was rather conservative by comparison. Ben beamed with pride as he unapologetically explained to the ladies that her first choice was unacceptable in every which way and the poor shirt was put out of its misery.

  “Put out of its misery?” Lillian asked. “What exactly does put down mean, Benjamin?”

  Not a good sign when your mother uses your formal name. Lizzie let out a snort.

  Florence found her grin and waited patiently as well to hear what her dear nephew had done now.

  “Well, it means that it went to an early death. We mourned it, some cried, but now we are over it, aren’t we, baby?” Ben said almost with a glee-like enthusiasm quite out of character for him.

  Lizzie raised her eyebrow at his reoccurring sarcasm tonight. “No, baby, we are not over it. As much as I love this mock turtleneck you have got me in, I cannot wait for the ladies to see how much nicer my shirt was when Billie arrives in the same one.”

  “It was a very attractive shirt, Benjamin. I hope you replace it and not with a horse blanket,” Lillian said.

  Bill chose that moment, unfortunately, to offer his opinion. “I think you look just lovely tonight, Lizzie. If Ben didn’t like the shirt, I am sure he acted appropriately and with just cause.”

  That didn’t go over well. Lillian, Florence, Beth, and Julia all gave him the death stare as he took a deep breath and hastened his retreat. “Perhaps, maybe not. I think I will just go see what Gus and Sly are up to. I am sure there is lots to talk about with the sheriff. Excuse me, ladies. Sorry, Ben. A man knows when to run.”

  With that, Lizzie watched as Bill raised a trail of dust as he practically tore across the room. She heard Ben mumble something along the lines of “coward” but he was drinking his beer so she couldn’t be sure.

  Apparently Lillian had heard. “No, dear, not cowardly, just smart. Oh look, here comes Jackson and Billie. Oh dear!”

  Everyone swung in the direction of the door but with the huge crush, Lizzie couldn’t see a thing. The smug expression on Ben’s face, however, gave her a sinking feeling.

  “Good evening all!” Jackson called out jovially. H
e, too, had a huge obnoxious smile that matched his brother’s when he saw what sort of top Lizzie was wearing, obviously also having been informed that the girls had both purchased the same.

  “Nice shirt, Lizzie,” Jackson drawled out. This garnered a slap on each arm from his mother and aunt while the rest of the ladies had frowns drawn on their faces. Ben gave his brother a high five.

  “Nice shirt, Billie,” Ben countered. Billie was in a silky, sleeveless button-up top with only the top button open.

  “Ben ripped my shirt, Billie!” Lizzie cried out in dismay to her friend.

  “Don’t worry, we will just have to go buy more. Jackson actually tried to put mine through our paper shredder. Stop laughing, I am not kidding here!” Billie tried not to laugh as well.

  “See, baby, I told you!” Ben let out with too much enthusiasm. “Hey!” Poor man, he was on the receiving end of slaps from every woman in their little circle and just when he thought that they were finished, Julia finished up with a loud one on his butt. The Powell men were forever getting punished. Some of Ben’s kinks were starting to make some sense.

  “Sorry, Ben, I just wanted an excuse to hit you rear for ages. Now you gave me one. Thank you!” Julia said with a smile and took a sip of her green drink.

  “Darned men. See, this is why I am never going to get serious with anyone. They are all too arrogant and controlling out here,” Beth declared to the group. However, her eyes betrayed her words as they immediately drifted across the tonk to meet a huge hulk of a man, Hunter. Beth’s face was blushing as she lowered her eyes. Humm, Lizzie thought. I am so going to have to check that situation out later. She leaned into Ben for a quick snuggle and was shocked to find herself hauled up against his side. He then shocked the female populace by leaning down and kissing the top of Lizzie’s gorgeous head.