Vanessa didn’t think she could get any hotter, but she found herself surprisingly more so as Brice then moved his mouth from her knee down to her thigh, and then up the inner thigh. Her body shivered again as he stopped at the cleft of her inner thigh and her outer lips. He kissed everything, except what she longed for him to touch most. She felt him teasing her a little, and it only made her want to give in to him more.
Finally, Vanessa reached down, put her hands on his head, and ran her fingers through his hair, gently urging him toward what she wanted. Unable to deny her any longer, he ran his tongue slowly down her opening as a guttural breath escaped from her lips as her hips rose to meet his mouth. The sound that came from her encouraged him, along with the fact that her hips rose for him. Her fingers seemed unable to do much but flex and contract as they attempted to keep him near her opening.
Vanessa was oddly aware of the feel of the soft sheets beneath her as she writhed a little under Brice’s attention. Finally, her hands moved into her own hair, and her eyes slid shut. Her hips continued to lift as her gasps and groans became more frequent and more urgent.
His mouth moved slowly against her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. He was gentle and caring, taking his time, kissing every inch of her womanhood. He was enticing her, teasing her, loving her, and she was in rapture with him. Then as soon as it all started, it stopped. She was aflame with desire and wondering why all the pleasure had stopped, and realized that her body only ached for more.
However, when she finally did catch Brice’s gaze, she knew exactly what he meant to do. He was going to have her, and she found herself more excited than she was before. Her body ached to feel him inside of her. Slowly and determinedly, he moved up between her legs and positioned the head of his thick cock at her hot outer lips. He smiled as she opened herself to him, her legs apart. Slowly he rubbed the head of his cock around her pussy lips, working her slick pussy juices onto his cock, for a little natural lubrication. She grinned when he looked into her eyes for some sort of verification. She thought it was the sweetest gesture for him to ask for her approval. Vanessa lightly bit her lower lip and nodded as Brice slid the head of his thick cock past her opening.
Her body slowly but ever so willingly began to take him in. He paused every so often and simply sat, waiting for her body to adjust to him. It seemed to go on forever for her, and then suddenly, she realized he had somehow managed to slip all himself all the way in. Every beat of his heart, every breath, every sigh and moan…she could feel it acutely. She had never been so full, ever. Though he stayed still, as if he wanted to imprint this moment in his mind forever, Vanessa relished the feel of him, his weight, his cock, as everything that was him surrounded her. She would remember this day, this moment to the day she died. Of that she was certain.
Sliding her hands up his arms, she drew his upper body to lie against hers. Ever so subtly, her hips had begun moving. His thick muscle pulsed deep within her as he slid his mouth over hers and began to move his hips. Slowly he began to draw himself out of her almost all the way, but he stopped just at the top and then with a little more force, drove himself all the way in her again. Vanessa bit his lower lip a little as her breath broke. Her body was suddenly aware of every inch of his hot, throbbing cock that was inside of her.
Brice looked deep into her eyes again as he pulled away from their kiss. She, too, looked deep into his as he slowly drew himself out and pushed himself back in again. Each time he did so, he built up a little bit more momentum. Stroke by stroke, her pussy swallowed all of him. She found his gaze to be enrapturing as she felt her hips starting to move to meet his down thrusts. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “So this is what heaven feels like,” as he let out a small moan as their hips clapped together with the force of his next push.
Vanessa could form no response to his words. Her body was experiencing more pleasure than it had seen in a long time. It was almost sensory overload every time they thrust together. Her arms clung to him, her leg wrapped around his, her head fell back, and her eyes closed again. She could only concentrate on one thing. Pushing against him and then pulling away.
She tried to concentrate but her mind was in too much of a flurry to even make a complete attempt at it. She found herself looking down, watching his cock disappear inside of her pussy. His every move set her more in motion, as she now worked up a steady rhythm.
Vanessa let out a steady moan every time they came together. Her muscles contracted around him, and Brice couldn’t help but close his eyes and groan as he entered her hot pussy. He was taking it nice and slow but letting her dictate the pace, and she appreciated that. She knew he wanted to go faster, or harder. She was on the verge of another orgasm, something more profound than the one in the bathroom, as her muscles began to contract more often.
Vanessa’s mind screamed furiously for her to hold back, but her carnal instincts took over. One hand drew Brice down into a fierce kiss in which she bit his lip and at the same time lifted her hips. She had enough strength in her to manage to lift them completely off the bed, but only for a brief moment. When she let herself back down, she could tell Brice was letting go. His thrusts were becoming more urgent, as were hers. She could feel her own muscles pulse as the impending orgasm crept closer.
Her free hand found its way down to his ass. At first, she merely caressed it, and then she caught hold of it, pulling him into her every time he thrust deep. They were fucking now, plain and simple. Suddenly, she began to breathe much more quickly. His head rolled back, and the look on his face spoke volumes. He was close, too.
Vanessa knew that he was on the verge of coming, and so was she. Her mind reeled as she wondered what to do as the moment approached. Her hand on his butt pulled his cock deep into her pulsing pussy. She was forcing him as deep as he could go.
He supported himself with his arms and began moaning loudly every time he pushed himself into her. Now, with all thoughts of holding back lost in the moment, she watched as Brice, supported by his hands and his knees, used his advantage to drive his cock into her as deeply and deliberately as he could. Each thrust was pushing them both so very close. When Brice’s eyes began to roll back a little, she found herself being ruled by the animal instincts in her, giving into him as fast as she could. She held onto him tightly, her attention focused on their coupling. The urgent cries she heard were her own, but they barely registered. All she knew was she was being filled, emptied, and refilled as quickly as he could go. It was intoxicating, and it was driving her faster to the edge of pleasure.
Her orgasm quickly approached as she barely had time to force out his name through gritted teeth. “Brice.”
However, her name spoken with such lust and passion sent her right up to the edge, sent her body over the edge, as it convulsed with spasms. Wrapping herself tightly around him, he pulled out almost all the way and thrust it in her deep and fast. Their naked skin slapped together, his body shook with convulsions as she felt himself losing it inside of her. He roared out his release, reverently calling her name, over and over.
Her head was in a flurry as her body began shaking, and she could no longer control it. Her orgasm was coming in heavy waves as she found herself even more aroused by the fact that Brice was coming buried deep inside of her. She found this thought only intensified the pleasure she was feeling. When Brice pushed one last time, they collapsed together, both breathing so hard. Vanessa looked over at Brice as he stared at her. Their stare was so concentrated, and he kissed her. When he pulled back, their eyes met once more, and before she could stop herself, she began to laugh, at first a little. When her laughter grew increasingly more, he soon followed.
* * * *
Peter sat on the steps to the garage, drinking his third beer, trying not to hear her moans from within the house. It was killing him, sitting there, unable to do nothing. He wanted so much to run in that back bedroom and devour the woman who, for the last couple of years, infiltrated his heart.
He had hea
rd Carter and Brice talk over and over about the amazing Latin beauty who ran Treasures-A-Plenty in town. After listening to them go on and on, he decided to check for himself what the whole buzz was about, and that was all it took. Just that one look and he was a goner. The only thing that stopped him from introducing himself was the fact that she was hugging and then kissing three other men, and then welcomed them into her home. He would have introduced himself the next day, but those three hulking men were all over her, kissing, tickling, and hovering around her like bees on honey. He couldn’t blame them. She was a beauty. Thinking she was already taken, he soon forgot about her and concentrated on his son. It wasn’t easy raising a small child and owning and operating a business. The hours were long, and his time was precious. Every spare moment he had was for Colby.
His job was to locate, acquire, and purchase classic cars so he and his friends could fix them up, restore them to their former glory days, and sell them on the open market. It was a lucrative and demanding job, but with most of his time on the computer or flying from one town to the next, he hardly ever got into town. He had to be in Helena in two weeks to broker the biggest car yet, and he wondered if leaving now was the best idea.
With several cars sitting the maintenance bay, he technically had plenty to do. However, he could think of better things to be doing right now, and on the top of that list was the feisty Latin vixen in the master bedroom being serviced by his lucky bastard best friend.
God damn, his mind still boggled at the thought of quiet and reserved Brice making love to her. He knew that Brice liked her. Shit he always talked about her. Yet when he and Carter started talking about Vanessa, Brice clammed up. Typically straight and to the point, Peter watched Brice blush fifty shades of red as he and Carter discussed how they wanted to proceed with Vanessa. When Carter suggested Brice be the first one to plow the field, well, Mr. Scaredy-pants stammered, turned beat fucking red, and then suggested they all go in as a united team. What the hell? They weren’t trying out for the fucking Olympics!
Then came dinner. When they heard her moans, cries and whimpers, dinner became a thing of the past as their cocks grew and strained, begging to be free. Then finally, she started shouting names. Yep, if he didn’t want her for her body before, he sure as hell wanted her now. He wanted so much to have her bound and gagged over his spanking bench. Just the thought of seeing that cute heart-shaped ass, her hair dark hair flowing around her, made his dick cry in agony.
Shifting it once again, Peter took another swig as the garage doors opened. Watching as Carter pulled his truck in and turned off the engine, he didn’t say a single word, just drinking down the rest of his beer in one gulp.
“What’s wrong?” Carter asked, walking over to him.
“Vanessa, she’s…shit, man, she is special. I don’t know if I can control myself around her. She…Fuck, we had to sit there and listen as she pleasured herself, and now, he’s in there.”
Leaning against the tool bench along the far wall of the garage, Carter sighed, knowing what Peter meant. After spending more time in town that he wanted, he learned a lot about the pretty shop owner. She wasn’t what she seemed, and though she put on a brave front, almost everyone knew that she was hiding something. Though no one dared to ask, thinking she would tell them when she felt the time was right. Well, after they learned about what happened to her in the service, Carter knew why she kept quiet. What bothered him was that everyone loved her, thought she was one of the sweetest, most caring women in town. Why she didn’t confide in anyone nagged at him. She had to have told someone, her mom maybe, but from what he could tell, the only people who knew what happened were them.
“Did you ask Macie who those men were that I saw her with a couple of years ago?”
“Yeah, she remembers seeing them, but they don’t stay long. She’s only seen them one other time, when they were in town a little over a year ago. According to Macie, they appear at least once a year and stay with Vanessa at her place. They don’t go out in town, but she has seen them pack up a bunch of camping gear. They stay gone for a week, come back, then they are gone again.”
“She could be seeing them, romantically,” Peter said, taking another swig.
“What, a long distance relationship? I don’t think so, Peter. If she was seeing someone, I doubt she would be in the bedroom with Brice,” Carter replied.
“She wouldn’t be the first woman who played around.”
“Vanessa isn’t Diana, Peter. Not every woman sleeps around.”
“Whatever. I’ll admit that I like her, Carter, but I refuse to be entangled with a woman who can’t be faithful. I won’t do it.”
“Look, man, we barely know her. Let’s just take this slow and see where it goes.”
“Fine,” Peter said, getting to his feet. “I have to take Colby to the airport in the morning anyway. When I get back, I’ll swing by town and see if I can find Tristan.”
“Sure, and let that fucker know he’s on my shit list. He can’t just come into town and not stop by for a drink, and tell him to bring the good stuff.”
Laughing, Peter threw his empty beer bottle in the trash before he headed into the house.
Chapter Eleven
The next day, Peter sat in the sheriff’s office listening to Zac Phelps talk on the phone. After meeting Colby’s grandparents at the airport, he’d hugged his son good-bye and wished him a good time. With his son out of the way and safe, he’d headed into town to find out what was happening with Tristan purchasing quite a bit of property, and to talk to local sheriff about Vanessa’s shop. He didn’t like the idea of Tristan running around thinking he could buy up everything he saw, and he sure as hell didn’t like him staking claim to something that might not be his. When his search for his friend had come up empty handed, he’d sought out the only person who just might now what was going on. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
“Yeah, sure, Pisces. Just let Mary Jane know, and we’ll be there. Sounds like fun. Later, naked dude.” Zac laughed as he hung up the phone. “I swear, Peter, I love that man. He is so cool. Did you know that last week, he strutted around Celestial naked, shouting, ‘free your meat’? That man is a trip. So, what can I do you for?”
Peter didn’t know what to say. He had heard of the naked sheriff over in Celestial, but never had the pleasure of meeting the man, and from what Zac just said, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It was one thing to walk naked freely in one’s own home, but something altogether different to parade about town shouting about one’s personal appendages.
Clearing his head of that mental image, Peter asked, “Do you know what’s going on around town?”
“Well, come to think of it, Clarence over at the Buy-n-Go, he’s doin’ just fine. Doc was able to get that fish hook out of his face real easy, barely left a scar in all. Oh, Neil informed me this morning that the poison ivy Hazel and Steven rolled around in last week is clearing up, and Steven is able to wear underwear again. Let me see. Well, Ms. Charlotte has made it past her first trimester and is in good spirits, Macie and Doc are plannin’ a trip to Seattle, and the preacher, Bram is…”
“Not the gossip, you idiot!” Peter yelled, and then quickly took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Zac. That was rude of me. I was asking if you heard anything in particular as to who is buying up a bunch of property around here. That’s what I am interested in.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so! Geez, Peter, you could have started with asking that.” Zac smiled, and then leaned back in his chair, as if he had all the time in the world. Peter liked the new sheriff, he really did, but at that moment, he wished that Garret were sitting behind the desk and not Zac. When Garret Riley and Zac Phelps took over after Braxton Connelly retired to spend more time with his family, everyone in town was happy and eager to welcome the new men. However, the town learned very quickly that if they wanted anything done, and done fast, then they better pray that Garret was on duty and not Zac. Zac Phelps was well known for taking his time and cha
tting everyone up. Oh, the man was handy in a pinch, but if you needed anything from Zac, you would have better luck watching the daisies bloom in a field.
“He’s a real nice feller. Fancy with a lot of doodads. He has this little fancy car he’s been drivin’ around town. Real pretty an’ all and super fast. Poor Rafe couldn’t catch him the other day when he sped by going over a hundred ten miles an hour down by the McDaniels’s place. Man, Orin was hot to trot when he called, screaming that a car riled up his cattle and such.”
“Do you know where he’s staying?”
“Well, you see, it’s funny that you mentioned that, because no one rightly knows. Everyone’s seen him flittering about town, takin’ with folks, but no one knows where he’s sleepin’ at night. I thought about having Rafe tail him to find out, you know, in case he needed help with anything, but we can’t find him.”
“What do you mean? I thought you said everyone’s seen him in town?” Peter asked.
“Oh, we did, but that was like two days ago. No one’s seen him since,” Zac informed him.
“Damn,” Peter muttered to himself, then said, “Would you call and let me know if he shows back up?”
“Sure thing, Peter. What you wantin’ with this fancy feller?”
“Oh, nothing big. He just has something that I want,” Peter said before shaking Zac’s hand and leaving the sheriff’s station. Stepping out into the warm sunshine, Peter stopped and looked around town. He loved Treasure Cove, and everyone who lived here. It was a quiet town, and everyone helped everyone. It was big by anyone’s standards, but the town did have its qualities. Treasure Cove was a quiet place to raise a family and enjoy a peaceful life. Treasure Cove was the kind of place that he wanted to raise his son in, free of big-city crime and drama. However, it worried him that Tristan was in town, buying up property. He knew his friend, and with Tristan in town, Peter feared that his quiet, tranquil home was about to get a rude awakening. Needing more information, Peter headed to the only place he knew that might have any answers. He headed over to Macie’s Diner.
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