Forged by Fire: A Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Cleveland, Eddie

  “Maybe I could help you out.” She slides her dress down off her arms and it falls to a fabric puddle on the floor.

  “Yeah? Or maybe you’re feeling a little dirty, huh? Do you need me to lather you up? Get a nice thick layer of soap suds running down over your beautiful tits?” I graze the top of her breast with the back of my fingers. “All the way down to your perfect ass.” I slide both my hands down her milky skin and cup her cheeks in each hand.

  “Ouch.” She jumps a bit and I remember how I gave her a good, firm spanking before I left.

  “Sorry, I’ll be more gentle,” I murmur.

  “No, don’t.” She surprises me. “I think I might like it rough.” Her voice is almost as smoky as the fire we put out.

  “Oh yeah? So you really are my bad girl, huh?” I stop acting like she’s made of glass and pick her up under each thigh. She wraps her legs around me and I walk her into the bathroom.

  “I think I’m already your good girl,” she purrs and my cock throbs. “But sometimes I’ll be naughty just for you.” She locks her ankles behind me and grinds her pussy against me. Her natural perfume tantalizes my senses, intoxicating me.

  It takes a few tries to get the water running in the shower because I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her big, sweet eyes look up at me. The way her soft, pouty lips tempt me. The way her tight, wet pussy drives me wild. It’s too much.

  “Take those off.” I put her back down and jerk my thumb at her bra and panties. The way the bra presses her tits together is amazing, and I love the high cut on her underwear that gives a sneak peek of her ass cheek from behind, but nothing comes even close to her naked.

  The water begins to heat up as steam rolls out across the ceiling. I don’t move or even pretend to do anything but stare as she strips the lace free from her body. Her blond hair falls over her shoulders, hiding her perky tits from me, and I jealously push it aside.

  “Perfect,” I murmur and her cheeks tinge pink.

  “Your turn.” She looks a little self-conscious just being on display for me.

  I quickly unbutton my pants and drop them and my underwear to the floor. Karen’s eyes grow even wider as they travel my cock from the tip to the base and back again.

  I want to lift her up and fuck her relentlessly against the bathroom wall, but I don’t. I won’t. Tonight has already been a long night, and by the time I’m done with her, it’s gonna be a lot longer.

  “Get that sweet ass in the shower.” I pull back the curtain and watch her climb in. For a moment, I just enjoy the show. The beads lick her body, dripping down from every part, making it impossible to pry my eyes away.

  “Come in here.” She holds out her hands to me and I let her tug me in.

  The warmth feels good. The heat penetrates my skin and eases away the tension I was carrying in my shoulders and back. However, it seems to make one part of me even more stiff.

  Karen opens one of the little hotel soaps and swirls it in her wet hands under the shower until they’re frothy. “Do you need some help cleaning up?” Her eyes twinkle as her hands press above my belly button and slide down.

  “You’re gonna need two hands if you’re cleaning down there.” I lean back a bit and push my hips forward so my thick cock sways out in front of me.

  “Two hands and maybe two lips too.” She quickly cleans me off and hands the soap to me.

  I start to clean up but stop moving when she eases down onto her knees in front of me.

  “Oh, baby, that’s so good.” I close my eyes and get lost in the way her hands circle the bottom of my cock and her lips wrap around my shaft. I shake my head and fling the water out of my eyes so I can watch her. My fingers tangle into her wet hair until they’re curled around the back of her head.

  “Mmm.” Her lips vibrate around my length as she looks up at me. I push her head, burying her face further until my cock is pulsing over her tongue.

  “You like that, don’t you, Karen? You like being a filthy girl just for me, huh, babe?” I thrust my hips and fuck her mouth deep. She can’t answer, of course, but the way she tries to slurp even more of my dick in past her lips tells me my answer.

  I’m lost in pure pleasure. The hot shower water rushes down my body. At my feet I have the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, worshipping my cock. This is fucking bliss.

  I slide back and then give her another deep mouthful of dick. Karen sucks and swirls her tongue over me and I’m about to blow. Every guy wants to last forever, especially when it feels this good, but there’s just no way. She’s practically swallowing me down her throat. The sensation is overwhelming. Hot spurts of cum shoot down her tongue and she eagerly takes every drop. For a second I can’t think or hear or speak. All my senses stop working as a shudder of intense pleasure grabs hold of me.

  Karen fumbles to get back on her feet and I lift her up. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” I murmur.

  “You make me feel like I am.” Her smile is genuine. I can see it in the tiny crinkles around her eyes. In the sparkle reflecting back at me there. In the way she looks at me.

  “Good, because you should feel like that every single day.” I kiss her neck and turn her around so her round ass is pushed back against me. Grabbing the bar of soap, I take my time lathering her up. My hands roam her body, easily sliding over her curves on a slick trail of suds. I cup her pert tits and flicker the sides of my thumbs over her taut nipples.

  Karen tilts her head back and rolls it back against my chest. The shower pours down over us and washes away the bubbles that were clinging to her skin. I ease her back around to face me and lean over her, pulling one of her nipples in over my lip. Sucking it into my mouth, I roll my tongue around it and pull my breath in so a sharp cold contrasts with this steamy heat.

  She wraps her hands up behind my shoulders and arches her back so her head is almost swaying backward. Holding her breast up firmly, I kiss a sloppy trail over to the other one and suck and lick her nipple into a firm nub. Grabbing the soap, I work up more suds and glide my palms down her back until I reach her ass. I use the slickness to ease my hand into her ass cheeks and squeeze them tight from underneath, almost pinching them roughly.

  “Uh, that hurts,” she cries.

  “I thought you liked it rough?”

  “Mmm, I wasn’t complaining,” she purrs.

  Fuck.

  “That’s it. Get rinsed off,” I demand.

  Karen steps under the stream of warm water and I get out of the tub. It takes no time for me to dry off and I soon have my towel snug around my waist.

  “I’ve got one of these for you.” I hold up the white cloth.

  She turns off the tap and steps out toward me. I enjoy watching her tits bounce and her ass jiggle as I rub the towel over her skin to dry her off. She pulls it free from my hands and dries her hair off.

  “I guess we should get to bed, huh?” She can’t hide her disappointment.

  “We’re going to bed all right, but not to sleep.”

  Her downturned lips tug back up in the corners and a fire flickers in her eyes. “What do you have in mind?” She breathes quick and shallow.

  “You’ll find out soon enough.” I grab her and kiss her roughly. “Now drop that towel and get on the bed on all fours and don’t move until I tell you to,” I order her.

  Karen clearly isn’t used to demands. She tilts her head and a pink hue washes over her face. “Do I need to put you over my knee again? Because this time I won’t go easy on you,” I growl. Her eyes flicker open wider and she snaps to attention. I watch the wiggle in her cheeks as she does as she’s told.

  She crawls up onto the bed on all fours and flattens her back like a table as she waits for me to come over. I’m in no hurry to reach the bed. I’m enjoying this view, soaking it in from all angles.

  “Open your legs wider,” I bellow. She spreads them wider. As I walk up behind her, I can see her shaved pussy glistening. “Good girl.” I settle in behind her and wrap my hands around he
r thighs, pulling them open even more. Pushing down on her back, I guide her down so her tits are pressed into the motel blanket and her ass is in the air on display. How am I supposed to resist this?

  I refuse to try. “I’m gonna lick that pussy until I’m drinking your juices, baby. I can’t wait to suck on your hard little clit until you lose control.”

  A little tremble runs over her, but Karen doesn’t move a muscle. She stays put exactly how I told her. I lean into her until my lips slide down over her slick mound. Karen moans, but she doesn’t move. I thrust my tongue in between her lips and run the tip in small circles around her clit. She’s already twisting the bedspread in her hands and I’m only just getting started.

  “You like that, don’t you, kitten?” I look down at her sweet face, stained with what almost looks like agony.

  “Uh-huh.” She presses her lips together tight.

  “Then you’re gonna love this.” I dive back in and rock my tongue flat over her nub from side to side, licking her quickly front to back until she’s squirming. I drag my tongue back to her perfect ass and pull open her cheeks until I can see her puckered asshole. She gasps when I plunge my tongue in there, going round and round until she’s begging for more.

  Slowly, I slide two fingers in her tight box and curl them up until I’m stroking her special spot inside. She twists and writhes as I eat her ass and then go back to her wet clit. Karen shimmies back against my mouth, chasing a high I’m only too willing to give her.

  I fill her with my fingers and frantically flicker my tongue over her clit. I’m desperate to make her cum. I want to hear her cry out because of me. I want to watch her body uncontrollably shake with pleasure. I need to lap up her cum. I twist underneath her and lie back on the bed until my face is under her pussy. She sits up and straddles my mouth and I pull her down on me hard. Holding her thighs tight, I rock her back and forth until she takes over, fully riding my mouth.

  Karen tosses her head back and yowls at the ceiling as I batter her clit relentlessly with my tongue. I push my fingers deep inside her and her walls contract down around me. God, she’s tight. And so fucking sexy. It’s amazing to watch her as red floods to her swollen lips and kisses her cheeks.

  When the little shudders stop, she rolls off my face and collapses on the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.” I move up beside her. She looks shocked when she glances down my frame at my hard cock.

  “Wow,” she breathes.

  “Wow in a good way?”

  “Yeah.” Her voice is hoarse. “In a fuck me hard ’cause I’ve been really bad way.” She leans back on her elbows.

  “Be careful what you wish for.” I slide up between her legs and throw them over my shoulders. Leaning over her, I grab the headboard of the bed and fill her fast and hard with my cock, until I’m balls deep inside her.

  “Uh!” she cries.

  “You want rough? That’s what you’re getting.” I give it to her hard, bottoming out in her as her pussy squeezes me. I use my grip on the headboard to propel me forward and don’t slow down as I give her every inch as fast and fully as I can until she’s grunting and sweaty. Droplets of perspiration form on my brow, but I don’t slow down.

  I let go of the board with one hand and tug her hair back until she’s yelling my name and her eyes are rolling back in her head. Her pussy bears down on me, quivering inside as my second load of the night fills her deep inside. She leans up and bites my shoulder until a stinging burn spreads through it. The pain just intensifies the unbelievable orgasm. I couldn’t care less if she broke my skin or if blood is dripping down my arm, it feels fucking amazing.

  Finally, I let her legs go and fall to the bed beside her. We both pant for breath and stare up at the ceiling as we struggle to get our hearts to stop racing. “Let’s get under the blankets.” I sit up and rip back the covers, diving under. Karen joins me, snuggling against my chest.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that … ever.” She lightly explores my chest with her fingertips.

  “Neither have I,” I admit.

  For a second she searches my face skeptically, but she eases her head back down, apparently satisfied with whatever she was looking for. I lie back and let my eyelids slide closed as the Ed Sheeran song I sang to her earlier plays in my head.

  “Luke?” Her voice sounds distant. Like she might be contacting me from the moon.

  “Hmm?” I want to look at her, but I can’t open my eyes.

  “I’ve got to tell you something.”

  My brain is telling me something is off about her voice. What is it? She sounds … different.

  “M’Kay,” I manage to utter.

  “The thing is …”

  I swear I try my damnedest to hear her, but I’m fading fast. My mind is no match for the exhaustion and endorphins colliding in there right now. I give one last attempt to pry open my eyes, but I just feel like I’m falling backward into a warm, fuzzy cloud. I don’t mean to, but sleep lures me into its cozy hug and holds me tight.

  30

  Luke

  The distant sound of my own snoring pulls me from a deep sleep. Stretching, I throw my hands up over my head wide and rumble as I tense up my muscles tight and then relax them. I roll over and curl my arm up around Karen, but it falls flat against the mattress.

  Where is she?

  I flick open my eyes and search the empty room. I would suspect she’s in the washroom, except the bathroom door is wide-open and undeniably empty.

  What the hell?

  I scan the furniture, but all signs that Karen was ever here are removed without a trace. She obviously left. I just can’t figure out if it was to go get some coffee or food or what. My eyes settle down on a handwritten note taped to the motel door. Yawning, I stumble out of bed and check it out.

  Dear Luke,

  I’m sorry to leave without letting you know. I just can’t sleep and feel like I should go home and figure some stuff out. Don’t worry, Rebecca is driving me home, so I’m safe. :) I’ll get a hold of you soon. I just need a little time to work through a few things first.

  XO,

  Karen

  She called Rebecca to come get her? When did she hightail it out of here? What was so important that she couldn’t wait a few more hours? I read the note over two more times and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. Something is very wrong here.

  I pace the floor, searching my mind for clues. She didn’t seem upset about our night. At the end she was all cuddled up to me, whispering in my ear about … something. I grasp at straws as I try to remember why she wanted to talk.

  My eyes ping-pong over the paper with the Super 8 logo printed on top. Why would she sneak off in the middle of the night and leave me some vague Dear John letter? Also, why did she cross out the xo?

  Well, I’m gonna go find out. Picking up my underwear and pants from the bathroom floor, I jam my legs down into them and crumple up the note, stuffing it in the pocket. I want to give her the benefit of the doubt. My mind is reeling with ridiculous excuses she might have for me.

  Maybe her family had something planned today. But then, why not just say so in the note? It’s got to be something she’s upset about with me, but I can’t think of anything. Frustrated, I button my shirt and find my shoes.

  She told me she wasn’t the one who ran away before, and she was right about that. So, now what? She decides to take off just to see how it feels? I grab my car keys and take a quick peek around the room to make sure I have everything. It’s not like I brought a suitcase for our little excursion. I think I’m good to go. I already paid up for the room last night, so nothing is stopping me.

  I fling the door open and slam it shut behind me like a cranky teen. The truth is, this has got me twisted up pretty good inside. I can’t imagine what could be so pressing or important that Karen had to scribble a stupid note and tape it to the door. Does she regret last night? Does she regret me?

  My heart becomes a block of ice at just the thought.

 
; Please let it be anything but that.

  Getting in my car, I pull out onto the road and go faster than I know I should toward the Baker eyesore. Glinting walls of scrap metal nearly blind me as I pull into their driveway and park. As soon as I’m in front of the door, I pound on it without hesitation. It takes a second, but Todd in all of his surly, pale, freckled glory greets me.

  “What the fuck do you want?”

  “None of your bullshit, I’ll tell ya that.” I grit my teeth. “Let me talk to Karen.”

  “Ahh, you see, I’d love to”—he overflows with sarcasm—“but she don’t want to see you, so, this is awkward. Oh wait, no, it isn’t. Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Todd, I swear to God I will beat the living shit out of you if you don’t let me see her right now!” Rage boils in my veins.

  “Yeah, I’m shivering in my booties. Don’t you have anything better to do than chase Karen around like a little puppy? Last I heard, you stole my position in the department, right? So, why don’t you go help Naomi sort out her paperwork for the fire or something?”

  A tingle slides down my spine. I cock my eyebrow and stare down my nose at him. “How do you know about the fire?” I remember Naomi’s insistence that someone planted that coffee maker in her bakery. Normally I wouldn’t think someone could do something so low, but Todd Baker’s already got his big belly to the ground like the fucking snake he is.

  “It’s a small town, word spreads like, well, like fire.” He looks proud of himself.

  “Fuck you, Todd. Go get Karen right the fuck now or I’ll go through you!”

  “Let’s see you try, Murphy. You got a lucky shot last time, but it ain’t gonna happen again!”

  “Hey, stop.” Rebecca pushes out past her rotund brother. “Both of you, enough!” She glares from my face to his.

  Todd and I are in some kind of schoolyard staring contest and neither of us is ready to back down.

  “Get in the house, will ya? You’re not helping anything with this shit,” she chides her brother. Todd clears his throat loudly and spits a huge gob on the ground beside my feet, purposely just missing me.