by Zoe Dawson
“Verity…” I trailed off as she licked along the edge of the muscle and bit me. My hips jerked, and I was torn between hope and terror about what she was going to do next. I mean, usually when a girl kneels down it’s pretty clear that she’s going to… I lost my train of thought as she pulled my shorts down and then looked at my jock like it was a puzzle she needed to figure out.
“What is this?”
“It’s a jock. You’ve never seen one before?”
“No, I would remember that. Oh, my God, Boone. That is one sexy, indecent rig.”
I looked down. It was black, and the elastic stretched across my hips and thighs with a crisscross pattern, the black mesh cupping my dick and balls. “It’s supposed go on the inside of my shorts. I don’t parade around town in it.”
She rose, slipped her hand under the elastic and I almost swallowed my tongue as she trailed her finger under it all the way to the curve of my ass, then snapped it against my butt. “Wow, it’s even better from the back.”
Then Holy Mary Verity cupped my ass in her hands and pressed herself against my back, kissing along my shoulder. My hands tightened on the bar, the feel of her mouth jacking me up. Her hands traveled over my waist and I flexed all my muscles for her as she trailed her hands over my chest, making a soft sound of appreciation in her throat. Doing that whole reveling in me thing that I couldn’t get enough of. Her flat palms glided over my nipples and I groaned softly as the tingle shot right to my groin. Holy shit!
In a few seconds my dick wasn’t going to stay sitting quietly inside the pouch. But Verity was back in front of me and noticed how I thickened. She was fascinated, and I had to close my eyes and breathe before I totally lost it over the way she watched my erection grow.
She placed her hand on my chest, her eyes direct and really warm and cinnamony. She looked down the length of my body and dragged her fingers all the way to the top of my groin. My breathing increased as she said, “I want to know everything about you, Boone.” Then she slid her hand over me, handling me hot and heavy, and I gripped the bar tighter, letting her explore me like she wanted to. “Even this.”
My hips flexed in an uncontrollable thrust and she took a hard breath, watching me. “This is me getting a fucking hard-on for you, Verity.”
She closed her eyes and stepped closer, pressing her face against my jaw, squeezing me gently and making my balls hurt so damn good.
I was panting now and groaned as she fondled me through the jock. Pressing kisses along my jaw all the way to my ear, she whispered, “Would having my mouth on you give you as much pleasure as I feel having your mouth on me?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I rasped.
She knelt down in front of me again and slipped her hand under the elastic. I sucked in a breath as she gently pulled the pouch away from my ready-to-go dick. I didn’t have anything against oral sex. I fucking loved it, but…Verity?…Sucking me off?
I started to back away.
She stiffened and her head jerked up to mine, her eyes stormy. “Boone, why are you nervous about this? Please stop seeing me as a preacher’s daughter. I’m really just a woman interested in learning about the guy I really enjoy being with. I want to do this. Sexual exploration. Most couples do it. Right?”
It was a knee-jerk reaction to old baggage. “You’re right. I am thinking about you as the preacher’s daughter and getting that mixed up in my head.”
“Can you overcome it? I want to experience everything with you. And I am dyin’ to find out how this makes you feel.”
I groaned softly. “Fantastic. It feel’s great.”
In response, she cupped my ass again and slipped her mouth over me.
Sweet geezus. I looked down, riveted by the sight of her wrapped around me. She ran her tongue over the top, then closed her mouth and sucked, and my hips surged forward as I hung on to the bar for all I was worth.
Okay, maybe I had underestimated how fantastic this would feel. My heart pumping, my dick throbbing with each movement of her mouth, this was going to end pretty fast.
Letting go of the bar, I threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her, and I moved with her—just gave myself up to the soft, wet heat of her mouth and the tight, knee-buckling stroking of her hand. Oh geezus, she might be new at this, but she was sweet. “Good. So fucking good,” I said, spreading my legs a little wider for her, and she slid her hand farther back to rub my balls—and, oh fuck, pleasure squeezed as vise-like as her mouth gloved me.
I was just barely a week into Verity Fairchild and I could say without a doubt I wasn’t letting her go after this, not for a long while, not until we’d had a chance to do this a whole lot more times…or at least until I had a chance to sort it all out.
And I sure as hell wasn’t giving her up when she did that—a soft groan escaped me, and I surged into her mouth, pushing deeper.
“Verity,” I panted, not sure she wanted me to come. She met my eyes, hers full of a stunning pleasure that only made me groan again. Her dreamy eyes, her damp, curling hair, her wet mouth made my heart stutter and beat hard in my chest. The urge to take her rushed over me and I wanted to get her just as hot, just as turned on as she was making me. Take her and have her take me.
But I wasn’t the one calling the shots here. I tried to pull her up so I could kiss her, so I could get between her legs. She let out a soft laugh, slid her mouth down the length of me and I was beyond fighting her.
She toyed with me until my thoughts fragmented from the intense pleasure. My focus narrowed down to nothing but the next touch of her tongue, the next sweep of her hand, the next pull of her mouth, and the next and next and next, until she had her way with me as fully as she wanted to, drawing me to the edge and pushing me over, till I was falling without a net.
My body was taut, my dick rock hard—and my release one long torrent of heat and mind-bending pleasure slamming into me.
At the end, I pulled free from her mouth and sank down to my knees, dragging her against me. Geezus.
Holding her close, I slid my hand around the back of her neck and buried my face in her hair.
“Was that good, Boone?” she whispered.
I wasn’t sure I could speak. I pressed her back on the mat. “Verity, you’re killing me.”
“In a good way?”
I laughed. “Ah, darlin’. In the best way possible.”
She smiled. I reached out and ran the back of my fingers over the bruise on her cheekbone and her jaw. Fucking Marcy.
I kissed the bruise gently. “She really hit you hard. I guess she liked me more than I thought.”
Verity shrugged. “Too bad for her. I can only guess you told her you were seeing me.”
I wanted to be exclusive with Verity. I hadn’t even begun to explore her. “I was dead honest with her, Verity. I owed her the truth.”
She captured my face between her hands, her thumb moving over my lips. “I don’t care who you tell. I want everyone to know I’m with you, Boone.”
I met her look dead on. “Are you with me?”
Her eyes fluttered and she closed them for a moment. “I told you this would happen. If I got involved with you.”
My heart jolted. “What would happen?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, breathing into my ear. “That I wouldn’t want to leave.”
Excellent. We were on the same page.
#
Boone
By the time Verity headed home to deal with her parents and their fight, I was late for the meeting with my brothers to settle on what we we’d sing for this coming Sunday’s service. I walked into Booker’s house to find him making out with Aubree on the couch.
“Geez. You two! Get a room,” I said, setting my guitar case next to them and heading for the kitchen.
“Fuck! Boone, don’t you ever knock?”
Aubree laughed and I gave her a cheeky grin. “No, and I ain’t going to fucking start now. Tu casa es mi casa,” Sweet. There was still coffee.
“Why
is it always my damn casa?”
“Hey, if I remember correctly, you and Brax just recently found me very dishabille with Verity. So, the casas are interchangeable.”
“You realize you’re mixing Spanish and French, there, huckleberry.”
“Hey, I’m a bilingual kinda guy.”
“Or is that trilingual?” Aubree said with a giggle.
“Yeah, right, I’m a fucking linguistic phenomenon.”
“You’re a phenomenon, all right,” Brax said, breaking into our conversation and also just walking into Booker’s house without knocking. He set his fiddle case next to mine, glanced at Booker and Aubree on the couch and said, “Why don’t you two get a room?”
“Sweet geezus,” Booker said, grabbing Aubree and kissing her passionately. She was laughing too hard to keep up with Booker, who just went to her neck.
Brax sidled up to me, eyeing the coffee pot.
“I saw it first,” I said.
Brax shoved me and grabbed the pot.
“You bastard.”
“Make another pot, phenomenon. You can sing in either French or Spanish while you do it.”
After he poured out the coffee, I grabbed the pot from him and went to the sink to fill it with water while singing Frère Jacques at the top of my lungs.
I heard snorts and laughter, then Brax joined in, then Booker. After that all I heard was our three part harmony and Aubree muttering, “God save me from brothers.”
Once I had the pot brewing, Aubree walked into the kitchen with her Einstein bag like she was leaving.
“Where you headed?”
“To meet Verity and River Pearl for some girl time,’ she stopped near me “I am going to get the particulars from Verity about that bar fight last night, but how are you doing, Boone?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, Breebree. Marcy didn’t punch my lights out. Although Verity got in a good jab. I didn’t like being on her bad side, and now I’m doubly going to toe the line. She’s got a mean right hook. But seems like we’re always in the middle of something.”
“Yes,” she turned to look at Booker and Brax arguing over what character they were going to play in Kirby’s Epic Yarn, a video game that we all loved. “You’re Outlaws and that’s the way it is.” She kissed me on the cheek “And, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She dropped her eyes for a minute, then looked at me pensively. “Just be careful with that heart of yours, Boonie. Booker isn’t the only Outlaw I’ve quite completely fallen in love with.”
Acting like a little boy and making my voice juvenile, I said, “Stop with the mushy stuff,” I nudged her.
She nudged me back. “I’m serious. Verity is one of my best friends, but if she hurts you, I might have to kick her ass.”
I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her hard and whispered. “Word of advice. Watch out for her mean right hook.”
“Hey, hands off my gorgeous girlfriend, you poacher.”
I just bent her over my arm and gave her a kiss full on the mouth, then I looked at Booker with a grin. "Tu amiga es mi amiga, ¿verdad?"
“Are you feeling that?” Booker said.
Brax took a sip of his coffee and laughed. “Oh, I feel it.”
Playing dumb, I said, “Feel what?” I let Aubree go.
“I think you better check your tripdar, huckleberry, because it should be vibrating.” Booker said, as Aubree walked over and tousled his hair and kissed him goodbye.
“What? Those kick-your-brother’s-ass tremors? Is that it?” I flexed my arms in a He-Man impression and said, “Bring it on. I’ll fight for Breebree.”
Aubree just shook her head and gave me a smile as she left. Booker wasn’t smiling at all. His narrowed gaze pinned me, and he pointed at his eyes, then at me, with his first two fingers with I-have-my-eyes-on-you pantomime.
My message back to him only took one finger.
An hour later, I was exhausted. Booker and Brax were still playing Kirby and we weren’t any closer to getting this done. I still had things to do at the church.
I walked up to the TV and pulled the plug.
“Hey, you jerk. I was just about to kill the adorable yarn dragon,” Brax groused.
“Could we focus? I’ve got shit to do,” I said, dropping the plug.
“Oh, well, you have shit to do….You’re the one who roped us into this rodeo,” Brax said, setting the controller down on the coffee table.
“Really?” I said, starting to get pissed. “I can’t count on you guys to back me up? Even if it means stepping into church.” My voice got more hushed as I spoke until I whispered the last word.
“Stop your bitching, Brax and let’s act like brothers,” Booker said, nudging him with his shoulder.
“Oh, all right,” he said, giving me a pacifying look. “I thought we’d cook out tonight and have some fun. I’m taking a night off from the bar.”
“Can I invite Verity?”
Brax gave me a look and nodded.
“Why don’t we just make it a threesome and invite River Pearl, too?” I said, expecting him to disagree.
“Why the fuck not?” Brax said, reaching for his fiddle. “Makes no difference to me.”
He might have acted all I-don’t-give-a-shit, but I suspected that Brax had it bad for that girl. He screwed every girl in high school, except for Aubree, Verity, and River Pearl.
“Okay, so what did you guys come up with for hymns?” I said, reaching for my guitar case.
Both of them looked at me blankly. I sighed. It was going to be a long day.
#
Verity
Skyler Bransom, who hailed from somewhere in the Midwest, had totally transformed the local hair salon into something special. At one time the mood was set by a sad, sorry, really tacky sign, clear white plastic chairs and a shabby look. Suttontowne was no glamour mecca. That was for sure.
But Skyler’s Blue Coyote Spa had become the place to get whatever needed to be done, and done with style and flair. Skylar herself was pretty cool. From her long dark hair to the offbeat way she dressed, with those cowgirl touches, she made women in Suttontowne whisper behind their hands, but they couldn’t deny the girl was one of a kind.
From her blue neon coyote howling at a translucent moon, to the tasteful cowboy chic, to the dark mahogany floors, it was no hardship to spend time there. I stood at the counter waiting to pay after we’d just finished with our pedicures. Pedicures and gossip went together here in Suttontowne.
Once we got through the line, which took a while because the Blue Coyote was always busy, we stepped outside. We’d met at River Pearl’s house and she’d driven us over. Now we were going to the country club to hang out at the pool.
“So, deets about your bar fight.” River Pearl said, while I was still trying to get used to her hair.
“It wasn’t a bar fight,” I replied, settling into the front seat of River Pearl’s Mercedes.
“Your face tells a different story,” River Pearl said. “Good use of cover-up, but you can still see the bruises.”
“She attacked me. I defended myself.”
“And this was about Boone?” Aubree asked in that same tone she’d been using since I told her about the baby.
“Apparently.”
“I see that you haven’t told him yet,” Aubree said.
I turned around to meet her green eyes. “I take it you’re not on my side in this?”
Aubree shifted and met my eyes head on. “This isn’t easy for me, Verity. I love Booker more than anything, and his brothers are running a close second. Boone is…well, he’s wonderful, and it kills me to think that he might be hurt in all this.”
“You don’t have to tell me how wonderful Boone is, Aubree. I already know that. And…I’d rather die than hurt him. I didn’t even plan to stay here. I thought I’d be in and out.”
“I’m sorry, Verity. I do love and support you. This is just really hard to keep inside.”
“
You’re telling me. I never planned on telling Boone anything. I didn’t think back then that he would even give a shit. I still don’t know…no, that’s not really true.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Henry Ducet.”
“That little boy at your parish day-care who lost his dad two months ago?” River Pearl said, her voice subdued and sad.
“Yes. He bonded with Boone. I got to see Boone with him, and I saw so many good qualities that you need as a parent. His patience, his willingness to communicate, and his amazing kindness. Now I think he would care, and it scares me.”
“You won’t know until you tell him,” Aubree said.
“Then what? My daddy finds out.”
“You don’t know how Boone will react,” River Pearl said.
“No, but it’s not going to be good. You should have seen his face when I told him we had sex and that I had been virgin, although that last part he already knew. The first question he asked was, did he hurt me?” I dropped my face into my hands. River Pearl patted my back and Aubree squeezed my shoulder from the backseat. “I feel so guilty about this. After last night, he really has a right to know. But sometimes I think he’d be better off if I just left.”
“I think we should head somewhere else. Someplace where we can discuss this,” River Pearl said, driving past the turn off for the country club.
“How about my momma’s? She has a pool,” Aubree offered.
“She won’t mind?” I asked, glad that we could talk freely.
“No.”
“When the time comes and you’ve worked everything out, you’ll know the right answer. I believe that, Verity,” Aubree said.
As I was getting out of the car in front of Aubree’s momma’s, my cell phone rang. When I looked I saw it was Boone’s number. I smiled softly as I answered. “Can’t go without talking to me for a few hours, handsome?”
“Fuck, no, gorgeous.”
“You sweet-talking me, sugar?”
His voice dipped. “You’re the one with the sweet fucking mouth,” he said and the morning came back to me. How amazing it was to do what I did to him.
