Panty Dropper

by Shawn, Melanie

  Finally, I brought the truck to a stop next to a rusty iron gate.

  She turned to me, a small smile playing on her lips as if she thought I was pulling a practical joke. Her voice was warm as she teased, “Did we run out of gas?”

  I just winked at her and hopped out of the truck, then jogged over to the gate. I opened it and then got back in the truck and drove us through, hopping out again to close it behind us after we’d passed it.

  When I climbed back up in the cab for the final time, Reagan demanded, “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  She glanced out the back window, and when she spoke, her voice was high and tight. “That sign said private property.”

  “It is private property,” I assured her. “Mine.”

  She sat up straighter, then looked around at the view out over the front dash. “Really?”

  “I bought this acreage a few years ago. One day, I’ll build my dream house on it.”

  I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for. I kept putting it off. A week passed, then a month, then years. Something had been holding me back. I hadn’t told anyone that I owned it. Not my dad, when he was alive. Not my brothers. The only people aware of the fact that I held the deed to this slice of heaven was the county recorder’s office.

  “It’s gorgeous!” Her voice came out as nearly all air, like the sheer beauty of the land had taken her breath away.

  Pride swelled in my heart, even more insistent than it had been before. This was personal, now, in a much more real way. This wasn’t just Reagan enjoying the scenery of the hills that had raised me. This was her specifically saying that she thought my land was gorgeous.

  It felt like a prize. Like I’d won a million bucks.

  “Just wait,” I told her, pulling the truck forward. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. A river runs smack dab down the middle of the property, and there’s a real pretty bend in it. I packed us a picnic.”

  “A picnic? Really?!” Her face lit up with childlike excitement. She bit her lip and sat back, then brought her hands together in front of her and rubbed them in anticipation.

  My dick sprang to life in my jeans.

  I hadn’t popped this many boners since I’d sat in the front row of my seventh grade math class. My teacher Mrs. Lemon was built like a brick house, 36-24-36, and wore button up shirts that barely restrained her generous mounds. When Mad Men came out, I did a double take when I saw the actress who played Joan because at first glance, I thought it was Mrs. Lemon.

  I was obsessed with the lady and spent the entire year tucking my erection between my legs so I didn’t bruise the tip from it hitting my desk. It didn’t matter how much I’d tried not to stand at attention, when I saw Mrs. Lemon I was at full salute.

  That was how I felt around Reagan. My body had a mind of its own. I had zero control. It didn’t seem to matter what she was wearing, what she was saying, what she was doing. I found one version of her more sexy than the last. She was impossible to resist.

  I pulled the truck to a stop at the picnic spot I’d chosen and turned off the ignition. She reached out to grab the handle and I put a hand on her shoulder. “Wait here.”

  I jumped out and hurried around to her side. I opened the door and put my hand out to help her, grasping her elbow as she navigated the steps down from the tall cab in her high heels and suit pants. She smiled when her feet were finally on the ground, straightening her shoulders and tugging on her blouse. “Thanks. You’re quite a gentleman.”

  I tipped my ball cap and lifted the picnic basket out of the truck bed. She took one step on the uneven ground and her heel got caught in the soft dirt. She laughed. “I’m not exactly dressed for this.”

  “Sorry, city girl.” I apologized as I steadied her arm while she worked to get her shoe unstuck. When the heel was freed I moved in front of her and lowered myself down. “Hop on.”

  “Hop on?”

  I glanced over my shoulder and bent my knees farther. “Yep. Your chariot awaits.”

  Her face filled with a wide smile and she threw her arms around my neck, jumped up and wrapped her legs around me. She held on tight as I made my way down to a small, flat expanse a few feet from the water’s edge. When we arrived at our destination, I stopped and Reagan slid down off of me.

  I spread a blanket out on the ground, and Reagan settled herself down on it, taking off her shoes and pulling her hair up in a bun atop her head. She turned her face up to the sun and closed her eyes, and damn, did I wish I had a camera at that moment. She made such a pretty picture.

  I looked around. This land. This woman. It felt like a significant and critical moment in my life. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was standing on the site of my future home with the woman who would one day share it with me.

  CHAPTER 36

  Reagan

  As I looked out over the flowing water and gorgeous landscape, a sense of total contentment descended over me. It was such a welcome feeling, and not one I was very familiar with. But since moving to Firefly, I had started to acquaint myself with it. I could barely believe that this was my life.

  If someone would’ve told me that I’d get into the pickup truck of a man I barely knew but had slept with twice without knowing where I was going, I would’ve said that they were mistaken. If someone would’ve told me that I’d get a piggyback ride in a Michael Kors suit to a picnic in the middle of nowhere when I had a brief due in the morning that I’d yet to finish, I would’ve told them they were bat-shit crazy. If someone would’ve told me that I would inhale three pieces of cold fried chicken and a half pint of potato salad without stopping to breathe, I would’ve said they were delusional.

  But, here I was. Not only had I left work, I hadn’t asked Billy where he was taking me or when I would be going back. He’d told me to jump on his back, and I’d hopped up without giving it a second thought. When he opened the picnic basket, I’d greedily grabbed the drumsticks, because I’d always preferred them to thighs or wings.

  Who was I? And why did I feel more myself sitting here with Billy, on land that he owned and was going to build his dream house on, than I could ever remember feeling?

  Wondering what Billy might be thinking, I stole a glance over at him and saw that rather than taking in the view and enjoying the scenery as I’d been doing, he was looking at me. The expression on his face and in his eyes stole my breath. There was such longing there. To be the object of that kind of emotion knocked me off balance. I craved it, but at the same time I didn’t know how to handle it.

  I smiled wide, needing to break the intensity of the energy between us. I couldn’t quite think of what to say, so I went with a joke. “So, is this your go-to move? Bring a girl out to your beautiful piece of land and dazzle her with a picnic lunch you packed yourself? I mean, it’s a good move, don’t get me wrong. You must have a pretty decent success rate with it.”

  I popped a grape in my mouth to punctuate my teasing deflection.

  Instead of playing along, though, Billy reached out and ran his fingertips down the side of my face. I was really starting to love when he did that. He cupped my chin in his hands. His touch was so gentle.

  “You’re the first woman, hell, the first person I’ve ever brought here. I’d never use this piece of land as a cheap seduction ploy. It’s personal. This land is my heart. It’s me. It’s special, just like you’re special.”

  My stomach flipped over and my throat constricted with emotion. I wanted to respond to him with the same kind of beauty his words had held. I wanted to match his level of raw honesty, to find the perfect words to show him my heart, the way he had just shown me his.

  What I managed was a breathy, “Oh.”

  “Plus, come on. Do you really think I would need to do that? It’s not like I’m Hank.”

  “Your humility is staggering.” I teased, happy that he’d managed to do what I’d failed at and break the tension.

  He grinned.

  I was just settling back to enjo
y the lazy afternoon when I looked down. Slithering beside me was a large snake.

  The next few minutes passed in a blur.

  There were screams.

  I launched myself onto Billy.

  My arms and legs wrapped around his body like a spider monkey on a tree.

  I clung to him like my life depended on it, because it did.

  “It’s okay.” His soothing voice did little to calm my nerves. “He’s gone.”

  “Are you sure?” My eyes were shut tightly and I was wondering how fast he’d be able to carry me back to the truck.

  “Yes.” He continued to move his hand up and down my back in comforting strokes.

  As the adrenaline coursing through my veins began to fade I realized how ridiculous my behavior was. I was still hugging him and my body was practically adhered to his. “Sorry, I just hate snakes. Spiders, I can handle. Heights are a breeze. But snakes? Nope. No sir, I hate snakes.”

  “Really? I never would’ve guessed by the death grip you have me in.”

  “Oops, sorry.” I smiled sheepishly as I loosened my grip and leaned away from him. I was straddling Billy’s lap as I stared into his eyes and I had zero desire to move.

  He continued running his hand up and down my back and the sensation served to channel my anxiety into arousal. A second ago, I was ready to ask Billy for another piggyback ride back to the truck, but now a different sort of desperation filled me.

  “Do you think it’ll come back?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “He was more scared of you, than you were of him.”

  “I doubt that.”

  “Trust me.”

  The words he spoke held an earnest quality that had me thinking they were meant for more than just this situation. He was asking me to trust him. And the strangest thing was, I did.

  “God, you are so beautiful.” His voice was deep and raspy and the sound vibrated through me.

  “So are you,” I replied as my hips instinctively rocked against Billy and I gasped at what I felt pressing against my sex. A deep pulse began to throb in my core. It wasn’t just my naughty bits that were palpating. My heart was also pounding heavily.

  If it was true that he’d never brought anyone else out here, what did that mean?

  Things between us were not supposed to feel heavy, or real. This was a fun, no strings friendship. In an attempt to keep things light, I asked, “Is that a snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

  “My snake would be very happy to see you.” The bad boy grin that lifted the corners of his mouth had me rethinking my fear of snakes.

  “Can anyone see us?” I ground my hips against the proof that he was just as turned on as I was.

  I knew that he knew what I was asking. In a far corner of the back of my mind, I recognized how out of character this behavior was for me. After all, even though we were on Billy’s land, this was high noon, in the brightest of daylight. We were smack dab in the middle of a grassy expanse with no cover to speak of.

  “No,” he answered as he leaned in and kissed me.

  The moment his lips touched mine it was like a flower opening inside, the bloom spreading out and growing lush and lovely. Everything within me relaxed into the kiss, my body surrendering to his touch. But more than that, my soul was, too.

  The kiss started out gentle, just like the one in the truck had been, his lips probing mine tenderly. Tingles moved from my fingertips up my arms, urging them to touch Billy and make him mine. I itched to explore the peaks and valleys of his body.

  I was seized by a hunger that took my breath away. It left me no choice but to act on it. I had to get him naked ASAP. A fire burned in me that would not be quenched until all of our clothes were lying in a little pile at the side of the blanket and we were rolling around under the noonday sun, wearing nothing but the skin we were born in.

  I had to feel him against me. I had to press my flesh down the entire length of his body—legs against legs, belly against belly, my breasts against his bulging pecs.

  Without ever breaking the kiss, I started grasping urgently at his T-shirt. I managed to get up to his chest when he took over, tugging it off before lowering me down on my back. Unlike my frantic movements, his were slow and languorous. He took his time, unbuttoning my shirt and kissing each inch of exposed flesh. The stubble on his chin scratched against my sensitized skin, adding to the erotic sensations flowing through me.

  He methodically and sensually removed my shirt and my bra, then my slacks and panties. Each task was done with measured control, taking his time on torturous foreplay. When he’d shown me his house, things had been hot and dirty against the wall. But this was different. He was different with me.

  With each piece of fabric he removed, he whispered against my skin telling me how beautiful I was, how badly he wanted me, and how good he was going to make me feel. I luxuriated in the feeling of his calloused palms and roughened fingertips caressing my naked body as the sun beat down on my skin. He teased me with his mouth, his touch, and his words until I was mindless with lust.

  I didn’t care about the brief that I needed to finish, or that my mom had called three times since I sat down for the picnic, or the fact that I was in my birthday suit for all to see. The only thing I could think about was how Billy was making me feel and how badly I wanted him to be inside of me.

  His body hovered above me as he trailed kisses up and down my body, each time his path would circle my most needy areas. He kissed my fleshy mounds but only traced around the pink flesh of my areolas. He licked up my inner thigh and over my hipbone but never dipped to my sex. His fingers danced along my ribs and he cupped my breasts but never allowed them to brush or squeeze my nipples.

  By the third pass, I was unable to lie back in a passive role. When his lips peppered kisses along my torso, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him up to me as hard as I could, holding on tight so that I could enjoy that sensation I had thirsted for so desperately: us, our chests skin to skin, nothing in between to get in the way.

  Billy didn’t skip a beat as he planted gentle kisses along the delicate skin of my exposed neck. Heaven.

  “That feels so good.” I sighed dreamily. “I want you so bad, I’m so wet.”

  He nipped at my earlobe, his teeth sending jolts all the way through my body and making my pussy tighten and feel achy and heavy.

  Finally, he slid his strong hands down my back and cupped my ass. He whispered in my ear, so close that my neck was covered with his hot breath, and said, “How wet are you?”

  “I’m more of a show not tell girl,” I whispered as I wrapped my finger around his wrist and moved his hand to the apex between my legs as I spread them apart.

  When his fingers dipped between my dampened folds he let out a moan and his forehead rested against mine. In that moment, I felt sexier and more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. He’d said that I was special, but the truth was this was special. The chemistry, the connection we shared was special. And as long as I was feeling this way, I planned on surrendering to it completely. I’d deal with the aftermath later. For now, in this moment, I was his and he was mine.

  CHAPTER 37

  Billy

  Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. I’d been trying to take things slow with Reagan, but this woman tested me at every turn. The second I felt the juices of her arousal slide along my palm, something in me snapped. My straining cock and aching balls tightened with need. No more gentle seduction. It was time to get down to business.

  I ran my finger along the wet seam of her sex and lifted up onto my forearm and gazed down at her, taking in the sight below me.

  It wasn’t the first time I had seen Reagan in all her naked glory, but it was certainly the brightest light I’d seen her in. The sun’s rays highlighted every delicious curve on her gorgeous body, and I scanned down, taking them all in and burning them into memory.

  As I caressed her with both my eyes and fin
ger she writhed beneath me. When I couldn’t take any more, I positioned myself between her legs, one hand still stroking her feminine lips while the other pressed her thighs farther apart.

  Her pussy glistened and I ran my palm up her thigh while I continued teasing her sex. Her skin was soft and silky. My cock went from being simply rock hard to so damn hard that it was throbbing and painful. I didn’t care. It just made me look forward that much more to the moment when I would thrust it into her sweet, warm body and fuck her. It was going to be amazing.

  Moving up her body, I bent down and took her hard nipples in my mouth one by one. I licked and suckled them, drawing back as I switched between them to admire the way that they shone in the sunlight after they’d been in my mouth, slick with my spit. It was sexy as hell, sure. But it also felt like a type of branding, marking her as my own.

  And, yeah, as unlike me as it was, I wanted this woman to be mine. My usual MO of wondering how fast I could get rid of a fling had been flipped right on its head. All of my thoughts when it came to Reagan were the exact opposite: I wanted to know how I could coax her to stay, how I could keep her in my life for as long as possible. Forever.

  Far from scaring me shitless, as I would’ve thought that kind of impulse would do, my feelings for Reagan gave me a security that I didn’t remember ever experiencing before. Not security that I knew what the future held. Hell, who did? But the solid assuredness that came with knowing exactly where I stood, what I believed, and how far I would go to fight for it. And the answer to that was—as far as fucking necessary.

  She arched her back as I let my tongue play with her nipples, pressing her soft, round tits into my mouth. I pulled her nipples between my teeth and nipped, making them protrude even more. As I held her nub in my teeth, I flicked my tongue over the roughened surface. I smiled as she let out a guttural moan, letting me know that my technique had hit the mark.