by C. Lymari
Dex smirked at me, making his brown eyes shine with mischief. His mouth came to my ear.
“If I could, I’d lay you on the table, spread your legs, and eat you,” he whispered.
Just then, the waitress brought my Caesar salad. I made a face when Dex slid it in front of me. I was not a salad kind of girl. Sure, I ate it as a side with pasta or some meat, but never as a main course. Dex just looked at me and shook his head.
“You want me to get you something else? Some meat?”
“If meat’s code word for your penis, I’m fine.”
He started to choke on air, and I began to giggle because I had never been the one to catch him off guard.
“Fuck me sideways,” he mumbled.
“Um, I know I said I was sober, but, Dex…I think I’m too sober.” I really needed a drink if I was going to go and get down and dirty with him.
“God, you’re cute,” he said, ignoring me.
He called Stacy, who didn’t look all that happy to see me, over to bring me a mojito because, according to him, I couldn’t handle anything stronger. He was right, but I was in need in something strong that would make me knock out, something like absinthe. That would put me to sleep like a baby and Dex would have no choice but to just let me sleep.
I was digging into my salad when he said, “Love your dimples, sunshine.”
It felt like the croutons I was eating were extra crunchy, or maybe my ears started to ring from the embarrassment I felt under his stare. Since I made an art out of avoiding looking him in the eye, every time I did, it was like I forgot how gorgeous he was.
This gorgeous man wanted me.
Nothing beats that feeling I had in my heart every time I saw him.
Drinking the rest of my mojito, I turned back to him. “I think I’m ready to leave.”
14
Dex
“I think I’m ready to leave,” Emma said.
I had to blink a couple of times to make sure it was real. She looked at me expectantly with those doe eyes of hers. I knew I was fucked, and I literally couldn’t wait.
“Thank God.”
I dropped a fifty—more than enough to cover her food and our drinks. Did I mention how much I loved small towns? I could just grab Ems hand and leave, and Moe wouldn’t give a shit if I waited as long as he got paid.
“Dex,” Emma hissed, trying to keep up with my pace. “People are staring at us.”
“Ems, I’ve been trying to get you to notice me for the last few years. You think nobody in town knew?”
I turned back to look at her, and she was gaping. I led her to my car and opened the door for her so she could climb in.
"Come on, sunshine. I'm sure if I don't get inside you soon, my dick's going to fall off," I said as I closed the door on her and ran back to the driver's side.
“I need to pick up my car,” Ems screeched as soon as I took off driving like I was a NASCAR driver. Being a cop had its perks.
"Ems, is this really necessary…right now?"
“I need to be at my shop really early, and I don’t want to inconvenience you. I swear I won’t ditch you. I just need my car… I’m not leading you on, I swear.”
Fuck.
She sounded like she was close to tears, and if getting her car meant it gave her a breather and she still ended up in my bed, I could do that. It didn't mean we couldn't be fast about it. Turning my lights on, I made it to her shop in record time.
Technically we were only supposed to use them in emergencies, but I’d had blue balls since my water tower date with Emma. If this didn’t count as an emergency, I didn’t know what did.
“My keys are inside. I’ll go get them,” she mumbled without looking at me.
I watched her as she opened the door to her shop. Looking at the clock in my dash, I realized it was much later than I thought it was. Mostly everything was already closed.
Getting out of my car, I made my way inside once I noticed that Emma had taken a bit. She was behind the register area leaning back against the counter. She kept talking to herself; that was how I knew she didn’t hear me walk in.
“It’s just sex. I can do this. Just sex. Just sex between a man and a wom—”
“It’s not just sex, sunshine.” I cut her off.
Emma screamed, her hands coming to her chest as her eyes closed. “You scared me.”
Moving closer until I was right in front of her and her back was pressed against the counter, I cupped her cheeks.
“Emma, look at me.” I waited as she did as I told her. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.” My dick was whining like a head cheerleader being told they couldn’t go to homecoming. “I’ve waited years. What’s a few more days?”
Man, my father raised me too right.
“My college boyfriend cheated on me,” she started to say.
I gave her my undivided attention all while I made a mental note to get Clark to figure out who the chump was who broke my sunshine’s heart. That was a good thing for me, but that didn’t mean I had to like what he did to her.
“I thought I was in love…I trusted him, and he was sleeping with the girl in the dorm room next door,” she mumbled.
“Sunshine,” I started to say, but she interrupted me with a sad smile.
“I had to listen to them after he dumped me—but that didn’t hurt as bad as the day you ditched me.”
Fuck. My. Life.
Maybe I should tell Freya that I’d give her a free pass to key my cousin’s car. It would make both of us feel better.
“You have no idea how sorry I am for that, Emma. I told Abbi to give you a message, and my mistake was trusting her in the first place. She might be family, but she—”
"You told Abigail to tell me you couldn't come?" Emma questioned, those doe eyes full of hope.
“I didn’t have your number, Ems.” I still didn’t, and it was something that needed to get rectified ASAP.
“Kiss me.”
Did I just hear her correctly? When Emma just stared expectantly at me, I spurred into action. I pulled her to me, and I knew I should take it slow, but I devoured her mouth. How was it possible she tasted sweet like sugar? The kiss I gave her last time wasn’t enough to sustain me for today. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lifted her up and sat her on the counter. Her fingers massaged through my scalp, and it felt so fucking good. My sweet Ems opened her legs so that I could fit perfectly between them. I cursed the height of the counter because it didn't let me feel her pussy through my denim-clad jeans.
Bringing my hands down from her waist, I traced them down, sliding them until I hit the top of her knees. She squirmed underneath my touch. We had too many clothes on, but I didn't want to pull away to let her know this. Pushing the boundaries, I brought one of my hands under the hem of her skirt, feeling the heat she was emitting.
Emma stopped kissing me and whispered, “Dex.”
I was ready to remove my hands, but she just looked at me as she spread her legs wider. Sweet baby Jesus. I probably shouldn’t have been thinking about the big man right now, but man, did I feel blessed. Emma’s hand came to my cheek, then one to the back of my head as she brought my mouth to hers again.
My hand started to move higher up her smooth skin. Pretty soon, I’d follow the same path with my tongue. So fucking hot. Last time I touched her, it was almost physically impossible not to go further than the barrier of her panties. Bringing my pointer finger, I rubbed her slit, feeling the wet lace. Emma bucked, her hips rolling, trying to get more from me.
“Hold on tight, sunshine,” I said as I brought her closer to the edge of the counter.
Pushing her underwear aside, I slid one finger in, bringing it between her folds, stroking that little nub before slipping it into her wet heat. Emma made the sweetest little noise that had my cock begging me to release him to come out and play. She was ready for me; her wetness coated my knuckle. I brought my finger out so I could slide two in.
"Mmmh," she moaned, removing her lip
s from my mouth, allowing me to look at her profile.
Her hair was straight, her lips puffy and swollen from my kisses, and her legs spread as I moved a third finger in her pussy. It was like this wasn't the same girl I’d chased years ago. She was mine now. The only thing that would make this more perfect would have been her curls all over her face. As I kissed her neck, I sped the pace I was finger-fucking her. Until she started to meet my fingers thrust for thrust.
“Shit, sunshine, you’re fucking greedy. I gave you three fingers, and you want more.”
She was in too much of a lustful haze to be bothered to reply. When her pussy started to contract around my fingers, I pulled them out.
“I need inside you, Ems,” I breathed.
I didn’t want to feel her come apart by my hand anymore. I needed us connected. I needed to know she was all in with me.
Emma opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling. “The table in the back is lower.”
That was all I needed. Picking her up and loving the way she wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist, I took her to the back. A small light by the oven was the only thing illuminating us.
I sat her on the table that was perfect fuck-me-on-it height. Looking at her, I almost backed out. A woman like Emma deserved a bed filled with roses. A woman like Emma deserved— I stopped thinking when she started to remove her underwear. I was positive that I was gaping.
Emma’s black lace panties were at her knees when she looked up at me and said, “Oh, did you want to do that?”
Yeah, a woman like Emma deserved to be fucked good and proper on this table.
“Fuck me, sunshine. you’re full of surprises.”
“I’m not a virg—”
I kissed her before she could finish that sentence.
“Only cock you’ll remember is mine,” I breathed into her mouth between kisses.
“I don’t feel anything,” she grinned, kissing me back. Damn, those dimples were my undoing.
Removing my hands from her waist, I undid my belt, reached back for my wallet, and grabbed the condom that had been stashed there since I came back to town. Dad always said a man had to be prepared for anything. With me and Emma in the same town, I always knew this would happen. It was just a matter of when.
“Emma,” I tipped her chin so she could look me in the eyes.
Her breathing was coming rapidly. Slowly I removed her jacket, then brought my hands down her back and cupped her ass under her dress. Thrusting hard, I entered her. She moaned loudly, and I cursed. This, right here, was where I belonged. Not in a city trying to chase a glorified dream.
“Deeex,” Emma clutched to my shoulders.
“You’re. So. Fucking. Tight.” My thrusts were fast, and then I felt it her pussy constricting around me, milking my release.
We were both breathing heavily, the smell of coffee, pastries, and sex surrounding us.
“Are you okay, Emma?” I asked, cupping her cheek.
“I’m great,” she replied with a shy smile.
“You look good like this.”
Her brows furrowed. “Like what?”
“Liked you loved my—”
Emma’s hand came to my mouth, stopping me from finishing the sentence. We both just stood there looking at each other until I pulled out and discarded the condom while Emma went to the bathroom. When she came back, she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Do you regret it?” I got straight to the point, though it would have killed me if she said yes.
She shook her head. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
I knew she wasn't a virgin, but I also wasn’t surprised to hear this. My sunshine was unique, shy, beautiful, and finally, all mine.
“It’s because it’s me.”
Her hand came to punch me in the arm. “You’re cocky.”
“I think I have a right to be when my cock made you come so hard.”
“Dexter,” she hissed.
Grinning, I brought my head down to rest on her forehead. “Sunshine, it’s felt like you’ve been mine way before tonight. When I said that I came back for you, that wasn’t a lie. You were the last thing I saw before everything went black.”
She didn't know I’d been shot. No one in town really did, and those who did knew how to keep their mouths shots. Being with her tonight, here in her shop, her sanctuary, allowed me to be with her without the ghosts of my past haunting her.
Before either of us could say more, my phone started ringing. If Clark had called a few minutes earlier, I swear I would have made his life hell.
“You better be dying,” I told him, and Emma glared at me.
“Did you forget you are on call?” he snapped.
Seriously, out of all the nights for us to get called to go check a crash a few miles away it had to be tonight? This was probably my karma for taking the Lord's name in vain.
“Come on, sunshine. I’ve got to go,” I sighed.
“Is everything okay?” She grabbed her jacket and followed me outside.
“Yeah. Some dipshit left Heavenly drunk as shit and crashed into one of the highways signs.”
“Oh, no. I hope they’re okay.”
I stopped her before she could put the key and lock her store. Damn, she was fucking sunlight in everything that was dark.
“Sunshine, you’re amazing.” I gave her a peck on the lips.
“Is that for the sex?” she teased as she locked the store.
“God, I love that,” I said as I put a hand behind her back and lead her to her car.
She raised and eyebrows, urging me to explain.
I opened the door of her car for her. “I love your sense of humor, your sharp responses. I love that all of that is just for me.”
She blushed, and her eyes went soft. “Drive safe, okay?”
“Okay,” she said before I closed the door for her.
I didn’t kiss her, because if I did, I wouldn’t want to let her go.
Just as her car started to pull away, I tapped the hood. Her window came down, and I gave her a wicked grin.
“FYI, I’m keeping them,” I said as I pulled her panties from my pocket.
“Dexter!” she shouted loud enough that it echoed through Main Street.
15
Emma
Dex was inside my vagina.
My vagina had let Dex in.
Dex and I had sex.
Yeah, no matter what way I spun it, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I did the nasty with Dex, in the last place the nasty should be done. I blew several health code violations. If the FDA got wind of it, my shop would be closed down. I had to wake up extra early to disinfect the table before baking. A table I couldn’t even look at now. Too bad the stupid thing was right there in the center of the kitchen, like a beacon of shame.
I shuddered, then got back to erasing the blackboard, waiting for Freya to come in so I could give her a piece of my mind. This was her fault. I was unprepared. Had I been warned, I would not have given it up last night. What happened to making him work for it? Then he said the magic word: Abigail. Not that she was magical or anything, but when he told me he had entrusted her with letting me know he would be gone, I believed him, because Abbi would have never wanted me with her cousin.
"Here, let me get that," Blake said.
Blake, or Cubbie, as almost everyone called him, was Jake's and Clark's brother. Like Jess and Quincy, he was also a senior. Blake took the rag I was using to clean the top part of the board where the quote went.
"Fucking awesome. I never make it early enough to put on a quote. Can I?" he turned to ask me, but didn't wait for my response. He was already writing.
Treat your girl right, he wrote, and I thought it was charming until he struck out the T and the R.
“Umm...Blake…”
He looked at me. He looked a lot like Jake, except with more of a baby face and leaner.
“Maybe...put something more appropriate,” I told him.
“You kno
w how many guys don’t—"
“Dude!” I exclaimed.
“Man, bitches be tripped,” he mumbled under his breath. He reminded me a lot of Quincy. Maybe all teenage boys were that way nowadays? “I won’t settle for anything less than what I deserve, so I guess someone else can write the quote.”
I agreed with him. I gave him cookies and coffee for his parents, who were getting ready for tonight’s game. Cynthia loved football more than Blake did. She was Jake’s number one fan when he played. Now she was always cheering Quincy on, just like the rest of the town.
Once Blake left, I saw Max and Prescott pull up together. Before making their regulars, I stayed rooted on the counter while I admired both men get out of Max’s groovy car. Just because I wasn’t vocal about hot men like Freya didn’t mean I was against some eye candy here and there. The Dunnetts were some type of eye candy, that was for sure. Prescott with his darker looks with Wayfarer shades and Max with Aviators.
It was like my own personal GQ trailer to watch them walk in and take off their glasses once they hit the counter. I repeat—hot.
"One Americano for you," I slid the cup to Prescott. "One espresso for you," I pushed the other to Max.
Max extended his hand to Prescott and made a “give me” motion as Prescott grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled a tiny bottle of Jack Daniels.
“I’m going Irish today,” he said.
Oookay.
Max grabbed some chalk and an eraser. He then went and erased my quote and started furiously writing. Prescott smiled at me while I gaped. Oh boy.
“What?” I snapped.
He took a sip of his Americano sans whiskey. “You were in pretty late last night.”
“I have a business to run; I have a lot of recipes that have been in my family for generations. I’m the only one allowed to see them.” This was a lie; my grandma Vera would have been thrilled if everyone had her recipes.
“Come on, let’s go. I have a lot to do before we make an appearance at the game,” Max said after he put the chalk in the chalk container.
