Spare Hearts

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  Candy moaned. “Anything particular you feel like watchin’?”

  “Nothin’ specific. You pick.”

  “Sterling Dey, can you get any more perfect? I mean really, you’d think you were tryin’ to get inside my pants or somethin’.” She tidied some mail on the counter.

  “Make no mistake, Miss Candy, I quite enjoy being inside your pants. But that ain’t got nothin’ to do with wantin’ to watch a movie with you.”

  Candy gaped at him a moment before shaking her head and laughing. “Well, all right then.”

  She sat down on the couch and started searching the cable channels for a movie to watch. “Ooh, Sucker Punch is comin’ on in ten minutes.”

  Sterling stepped into the room, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “That’s definitely a romantic comedy.” He laughed.

  “You said pick what I want. You got a problem with my choice, cowboy?” She got up and walked to him.

  “Candy Jameson, can you get any more perfect? I mean really, you’d think you were tryin’ to get me outta my pants or somethin’.” He pulled her against him.

  Candy wrapped her arms around his neck. “Make no mistake, Mr. Dey, I quite enjoy what you got inside your pants.” She kissed him.

  He groaned and pulled her tighter against him as his tongue delved into her mouth.

  Sweet Lord, her clit pulsed with each stroke of his tongue over hers, and she could feel her juices begin to wet her panties. She was horny, plain and simple, and only this man would do.

  He ran one hand down her back to her ass, cupped the whole cheek in his palm, and hiked her up against him. With the other, he collared her neck gently then ran it down her chest to one breast and massaged it.

  Candy tugged at his shirt and rubbed against him, moaning as she made contact with his erection behind his jeans and felt no shame about it.

  Sterling grabbed her other ass cheek and lifted her, pulling her legs around his hips. She dragged her mouth away from his to kiss and suck at his neck. He tasted like sunshine, and she wanted to lick every inch of him.

  He walked them to the couch and sat with her straddling his lap. “You’re killing me.”

  Candy rocked against him. “Back atcha.” She ran her hands down his chest and then under his shirt. Velvet. He felt like velvet.

  “You don’t stop and we won’t be watchin’ any movie, darlin’.” He rolled his hips beneath her.

  “Can’t I have both?” Candy nipped at his ear.

  “Baby, you can have anythin’ you want.”

  “I like the sound of that.” She pulled off her tank top and cupped her breasts in her hands.

  Sterling grabbed her sides, pulled her closer, and licked over the mounds of flesh above her bra cups. She moaned and held his head to her chest then tugged at his T-shirt. She needed to feel his skin pressed against hers.

  He reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

  “Damn, you’re smooth.” She helped him out of his shirt. They were both topless and she smoothed her hands down his firm chest to his belt buckle.

  Sterling chuckled and tugged open the top button of her jeans. “You’re gonna have to get up so you can take these off.”

  Candy stood and stripped off her jeans then watched as he did the same. His cock was hard and stood out from his body, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Have mercy, I need you in my mouth.”

  “Oh, God damn, girl.” He gripped the back of her head by her hair as she took him into her mouth.

  Candy swirled her tongue around the head of his prick then gripped the shaft in her palm. Sterling muttered an oath as she swallowed the length of him into her mouth and sucked, flattening her tongue against his shaft as she stroked him with her lips.

  Her pussy clenched down on itself and her clit throbbed. She needed him everywhere. Her mouth, her cunt… anywhere he wanted. The thought was so dirty her cheeks went up in flames, but she shoved her embarrassment aside. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her so why bother being shy about it?

  “Fuck, baby.” He thrust his hips and kept a tight hold on her hair, controlling her movements.

  It was so good and her body responded to every movement by coating the lips of her cunt with her juices. She moaned around his dick and looked up at him through her lashes.

  “No. Fuck.” He drew in a breath. “Enough, oh fuck. Enough.” He jerked from her mouth and sat on the couch then pulled her on top of him.

  “Wait!” She pushed off his lap. “We need a condom.”

  “Hell. My wallet, back pocket of my jeans.”

  Candy retrieved the small foil package and tore it open. She knelt in front of him and rolled the condom down his shaft, then straddled his lap again. She kissed him hard. “I want you so bad I can barely stand it.” She rose up onto her knees.

  “Then have me, sugar.” He cupped one breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

  Candy shivered as lightning blazed a path from the hard point in his hot mouth to her cunt. She gripped his cock and positioned him at her opening and slid down inch by inch, seating him deep inside her channel.

  “You feel like heaven, Candy.” He thrust, stroking nerves deep inside her.

  A fire lit inside Candy’s womb as she rolled her hips, dragging her clit against his groin. “I love your cock.” She bit his shoulder.

  Sterling growled, gripped her ass in his hands, and bounced her up and down on his prick.

  The sound of her hips slapping against his and the tight grip he had on her ass were almost enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm was building quickly, and she panted and moaned against his neck, unable to stop the intense pleasure from spilling from her lips.

  Sterling slammed her down one last time then gripped her hips and rocked her back and forth against him.

  Her clit pulsed as it dragged against his groin. “Sweet Jesus, I’m gonna come.”

  He slapped her ass and she screamed then moved faster. Sterling scooted farther down on the cushion, changing the angle of his shaft inside her core. “Come for me, baby.”

  Lights exploded behind Candy’s eyes, and she bit down on his neck as her body seized in orgasm. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock and he growled again.

  Sterling lifted her off him, withdrawing from her still rippling cunt, and flipped her onto her knees.

  She grabbed the back of the couch and raised her ass in the air for him. “Please. Oh God, Sterling. More. I need you. Now.”

  He drove into her in one motion and she cried out in pleasure. He felt so fucking good, she could barely stand it. Sweat trickled down her back as he began shuttling his thick cock in and out of her.

  “My God, your ass is so fine. So fucking fine.” He spread her ass cheeks with each thrust and pressed his thumb against her small puckered opening.

  Candy jolted at the unfamiliar sensation. No one had ever touched her there.

  “Easy, baby, it’s okay. Just feel it.”

  “Sterling,” she mewled.

  “Yes, baby?” He dragged some of her juices from her pussy to her ass then pressed his thumb there again, sliding it inside.

  “Oh my God. Yes.” She pressed back against him. The sensation of his thumb in her ass and the thickness of his prick made her cunt clench down on him again.

  “Fuck, you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last, baby.”

  “I can’t… oh God… I can’t help it.” She gripped the back of the couch as her body shook from the inside out.

  Sterling fucked her harder. One hand on her hip in a death grip, the other on her bottom, his thumb stroking inside her ass. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yes.”

  She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “Now, oh God. Now!”

  Sterling pumped faster, his hips slapping against her ass, then he groaned loud and deep as his cock jerked inside her.

  His climax set off another for her. The orgasm barreled through her, causing her body to go rigid as she cried out.

  Sterling released his
hold on her hip and collapsed against her back, panting for breath.

  She couldn’t see straight, let alone catch her breath. She’d never orgasmed so hard in her life. “So…” She dragged in a breath. “About that movie?”

  Sterling exhaled and tickled her side. “You’re serious?”

  She yelped and wiggled beneath him. “Damn straight. Besides, you said I could have anythin’ I want.”

  Chapter 19

  Sterling hurried to shower and get dressed. His intention was to catch Candy before her shift started at the bowling alley. The past week had been nothing short of perfect. His bowling scores were consistently better every day, and he and Candy had been getting along as beautiful as a Southwestern sunset.

  The Fort Worth tournament was just around the corner, but Sterling was itching to spend more time with Candy. Lately it’d become a toss-up between his desire to go pro again and his love of being around her. When it came down to it, he made a promise to himself to give it his best at that tournament. Come hell or high water, he was going to make his name known again.

  “Candy here yet?” he asked Mason as he approached the main counter at the bowling alley.

  “Nope, her shift hasn’t started yet.” Mason scribbled on his clipboard. “How’s your game shapin’ up?”

  “Damn good, actually. Thanks.” Sterling leaned against the counter. “You seen my scores?”

  “Hadn’t had a chance yet, but I’m hearin’ good things. Lookin’ forward to you makin’ us proud.”

  “I plan on makin’ my mark.” He cleared his throat, waiting.

  “Oh yeah… Candy. I think I saw her saunter in to see Trudie.” Mason set his clipboard down and hit a few keys on the computer. “She usually does before her shift. Gotta catch up on the gossip and all.”

  “Of course.” Sterling chuckled. “All right, thanks.”

  Sterling walked into the bar area and was greeted with the sight he never seemed to tire of—Candy smiling. She sat on one of the stools at the bar, talking with Trudie, who consistently amazed him with her color choices in her hair and clothing. Candy, however, was stunning as always. Of course, she could make a potato sack look good.

  “Hello, ladies.” Sterling tipped his hat.

  “Well, hellooo, handsome.” Trudie fanned herself. “What can I get ya, honey? Regular Coke?”

  “Yes, please, ma’am.” Sterling turned to Candy. “How you doin’, beautiful? Lookin’ as amazing as ever, I see.”

  “Why do your one-liners never get old?” Candy swiveled in her stool to face Sterling. “I’m doin’ great, cowboy. Gonna start my shift soon. How’d I get so lucky to see you already?”

  “I have ulterior motives.” Sterling flashed a sly grin.

  “Do I need to move farther down the bar? ’Cause I can find something to do, I’m sure.” Trudy set a tall glass of soda down in front of Sterling.

  “That’s up to Candy. I don’t much mind either way.”

  Candy raised an eyebrow and looked at Sterling for a moment then turned to Trudie. “Give us a second, will ya, hon?”

  “Sure thang, sweetness. Holler if ya need me.” Trudie went and busied herself at the other end of the bar.

  “So what’s up, cowboy? My shift starts in a few minutes.”

  “Well, it ain’t so serious that you had to send Trudie away.” Sterling chuckled. “But I was thinkin’ about Fort Worth comin’ up.”

  “Right around the corner, ain’t it?”

  “Exactly. I need to go check out the lanes, maybe throw a few balls to get the feel of the place.”

  “Well, sure. That sounds like a smart idea. What’s that gotta do with me?”

  “Come with me?”

  “What?” Candy’s eyes widened. “You know I have to work, and why would you want me around? I’d probably just distract you.”

  “That’s foolish talk and you know it. We’ll go up Sunday, check the place out, and come back Monday. It’ll be perfect.”

  “You do make a hard offer to refuse.” Candy hopped off her bar stool and smoothed out her top, considering. “Okay, let’s do it.”

  “A weekend out of this little town’ll do you good.” Sterling placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Now go get to work before Mason has a coronary.”

  “You ain’t kiddin’.” Candy laughed. “Let me know when you want to head out.”

  “I’ll pop back in later.”

  Sterling sipped on his soda while he watched Candy walk out of the lounge. Trudie wiped the bar top down, conveniently working her way back toward him. Can she be any more obvious?

  “Hey, sugar. Need a refill yet?”

  “Nah. Thank you, though. I think I’m gonna go forage for some food and relax a bit tonight.”

  “Not gonna let me in on what ya asked Candy, are ya?” Trudie snapped her chewing gum.

  “No, ma’am, not my place. Points for tryin’, though.” Sterling tipped his hat. “Have a good night, Miss Trudie.”

  Chapter 20

  Early as it was, Sterling knocked on Candy’s door and stood surprised when she opened it dressed and ready to go. “Well, damn, honey. I figured I’d be waking you up.”

  “You did say to try and be ready around ten, didn’t ya? I didn’t say I was awake.” She opened the door wider. “You want a quick cup of coffee first, or you ready to head out now?”

  “If you’re ready to go, let’s just hit the road. We can always stop for coffee along the way.”

  “Sure thing. Let me grab my bag.”

  “Grab your ball, too. Might as well play one or two while we’re there.”

  “No strip bowling this time. Sorry to disappoint.”

  “Damn. Forget it then, I don’t wanna go.” Sterling looked down and kicked a rock with the toe of his boot.

  Candy laughed as she turned to grab her overnight bag and her bowling ball before she came out and locked her door.

  After getting to Fort Worth, they stopped for lunch. The freedom of spending the day together kept them glued to each other. Candy mentioned how she’d only been there a couple of times and how she enjoyed the feel of the bustling city in comparison to Strawn. Sterling loved hearing her comment on tall buildings and watching her point out sculptures and statues that grabbed her attention. Whether it was conversation, holding hands, a glance, or a smile, they remained consumed with each other. He took his time getting them to the bowling alley where the tournament was scheduled. Hell, if he actually had to throw a ball down the lane, it’d mean he wouldn’t be able to have his hands all over Candy in some way.

  He finally relented and found his way to the alley at her suggestion. They played a few games and got a good feel for the place. Seemed she was looking out for him, knowing what he needed to do before he could admit it to himself. That didn’t stop her from returning all the affection, though. A herd of bulls couldn’t have pulled them apart.

  A lot of the tournament decorations and booths were in various states of being set up. Some done already, some well on their way. Sterling realized it’d been some time since he’d been around something of this level of importance within the bowling community. Butterflies wrestled around in his stomach, and he tried his best to push them aside.

  Candy came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, silently reassuring him that he was right where he needed to be.

  “Let’s get checked in at the hotel I reserved. Maybe go grab some dinner.” Sterling rubbed his hands over hers.

  “You sure? You don’t want to throw a few more?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. I got a good feel for the lanes.” Sterling turned and put his arm around her shoulders. “What’re you hungry for tonight?”

  “You.” Biting her bottom lip, she gazed up to meet his eyes.

  “Really now?” His mind immediately flashed to a vision of her hair spread across his stomach. “You sure that’s gonna be enough for you?”

  “Okay. You and room service. That’s what I’m in the mood for.” She squeezed
his side a little tighter.

  “Sure you don’t wanna hit a restaurant or somethin’? Then back to the hotel?”

  “Not for what I’m hungry for. You heard me, cowboy. You, me, food, hotel room.” She pushed up to her tiptoes and nibbled on his earlobe.

  “Oh, holy hell, baby. You have the best ideas.” Sterling sat and unlaced his shoes, suddenly unable to remove them fast enough. “Let’s get outta here.”

  “I have a problem, though.” Candy did the same as he gathered up their gear to leave. “I can’t decide if you’re gonna be dessert… or the main course.”

  * * *

  Candy wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin and pushed her empty plate to the side. “What’s on your mind?”

  “A few things. Am I really ready for this? What’s it gonna feel like to have all those people surrounding me again?” Sterling wheeled their food service cart out the door and left it in the hallway.

  Candy sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. “Spill it, cowboy. Talk.”

  “Truth is, I’m more nervous than a new cow feeling the heat off the branding iron. Like he knows what’s coming, yet he understands it’s just his time.”

  “Sweetie, you have worked real hard for this comeback. I don’t know another man who deserves it more than you do.” She kissed his cheek.

  “I don’t know about the deservin’ part, but I have worked hard. Done the best I can, ya know?” Sterling pinched her chin between his fingertips and kissed her.

  His tenderness toward Candy warmed her to her toes. Here he was spilling his guts out, fears and all, and still managed to make her melt. This was his time to shine. He was going to make his comeback, and his dream would be complete. It made her sad, though, because she knew it meant she’d probably never see him again.

  “It’s gonna work out. You’ll see.” She forced a smile. “Let’s see if I can help take your mind off the stress.” Candy rose from the bed and tugged off his boots then unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it to the floor, and stepped between his legs.

  “Tournament? What tournament?” He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts. “I think I need some of my Candy.”