Panty Dropper

by Shawn, Melanie

  I moved languidly down her body, planting kisses down the taut expanse of her belly as I went. I let my tongue do its work as I kissed my way down her torso as well, marking her as mine there the same way that I had her nipples.

  Her skin tasted fresh against my tongue, like the embodiment of the warm spring sunshine that surrounded us. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to run the tip of my tongue over every inch of her silky flesh.

  When I reached the dripping V between her legs, I took a moment and inhaled the delicious, musky scent of her. Her aroma was sweet and, seeing how ready she was made me even more eager to cover her with my mouth and suck in every single drop of her delicious juices.

  I replaced my finger with my tongue and licked up one side of her outer lips and down the other, teasing her shamelessly. After just a few moments, my scalp stung as she dug her fingers into my hair and twisted them into fists. And not gently, either. “Please,” she pleaded.

  I loved hearing her beg.

  I drew back and looked into her eyes. With our gazes locked, I covered the top of her sex with my lips and started flicking her clit hard with the tip of my tongue at the same time that I thrust two fingers into her dripping, tight tunnel.

  In seconds, she cried out in pleasure and arched her back again, giving me a real nice view of her gorgeous breasts as I sucked and fingered her to orgasm.

  Her whole body shook as she came with a ferocity that I hadn’t quite expected but appreciated the hell out of. Her whimpers and cries filled the afternoon air, turning me on just about as much as her naked body did.

  As her climax wound down, I sat up and stroked her gently with my thumb to draw it out as long as possible. With my other hand, I fished out the condom I had tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Then with ninja-like skill, I kicked off my shoes and pushed out of my denim and drawers, ripped the package open with my teeth, and slid the latex tube onto my steel erection.

  The moment I had been looking forward to was about to arrive. I was going to drive into her with full force, pound her again and again as I held her trembling body to me. My own body was shaking with anticipation.

  Before her orgasm had even entirely died away, I positioned myself at her entrance and thrust into her. Her eyes flew open and locked with mine and her hands snapped to my shoulders, fingernails digging into my flesh. I didn’t mind the pain they caused. The contrast just enhanced the pleasure that I was experiencing.

  Her inner walls squeezed me tight and my balls tingled with my own release. I froze for a moment, trying to get my body back under control. I didn’t want this to be a one and done pump situation.

  “Please,” she moaned as her hips lifted off the ground.

  She was bossy, but I liked it. With determination I wasn’t sure I could back up, I gritted my teeth as I began to move in and out of her. Each time I entered her I pushed farther, harder. I fixed my eyes on her bouncing breasts as I drove into her body again and again, the sound of our flesh slapping together was the sweetest music I could imagine.

  Her eyes rolled back and sweat dripped from her forehead. Her voice was dreamy as she begged, “Oh, Billy, I’m gonna come again. Please, I want to come again. With you.”

  Fuck. The sound of her plaintive voice making such an erotic demand was all it took to put me over the edge. I started pounding as hard and fast as I could, and it was all I could do to hold out until her inner walls clamped around my hard shaft and she cried out in release.

  At the sound, I pumped into her once more as my orgasm overtook me with a deep sense of satisfaction and connection. It was more, even, than just connection to the two of us. It was connection to this land, to the past, to the future. For the first time I could remember, I felt like I was in the perfect place at exactly the right time. I was where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, with the person I was supposed to be with.

  I collapsed down on the blanket next to her and pulled her to me. Her head rested on my chest and I idly stroked her hair as we watched the sun move across the sky. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and the soft sound of the river flowing was the soundtrack to a perfect afternoon. I felt like we were floating in a perfect bubble, and I didn’t want to pop it by speaking.

  Finally, she raised herself up on one elbow and looked me full in the face. I could tell by her expression she was gearing up to tell me something she thought I wouldn’t like, but I just smiled. I didn’t care. Whatever she said, I’d fight for her. I knew that now.

  Whatever I had to do, however far I had to go. Didn’t matter.

  “Billy, this was amazing bu—”

  “What are your plans this afternoon?” I interjected when I heard the but coming.

  “Um…” She brushed her hair behind her ear and I could see that her plans depended on what I was going to suggest.

  Part of me knew that if I’d asked her to come back to my place and spend the day in bed, she’d pass. As much of a blow to my ego as that was, it wasn’t what I had in mind. “I was wondering if you’d help me with something.”

  She perked up, tilted her head to the side. “I’m listening.”

  “I don’t remember a whole lot about when my mama was alive, but I remember her writing journals. I can see her, plain as day, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she sat at the kitchen table, the look of concentration on her face as she wrote. The sound of the pen scratching at the pages. I thought if I found them, I might be able to learn more about her. Also, Hank mentioned that Pop said something about a trust, and I figured if there was any documentation it might be up with them.”

  Reagan sat up. She was all business now, in lawyer mode. There was a case to solve and she was on it. “Do you know where those journals are now?”

  “If they’re still around, they have to be up in the attic at the old homestead. Pop never could bring himself to go through Mama’s things. He just packed them up and moved them up to the attic. I don’t think anyone’s touched them for years.”

  She nodded, the wheels in her head visibly spinning. “Okay. Are you going to go look for them?”

  I grinned and took her chin in my hand, planting a kiss on her plump and luscious lips. “Darlin’ I think the real question is, are we?”

  CHAPTER 38

  Reagan

  As we walked up the steps of a large farmhouse style home, I did my best to push down the guilt I felt about not telling Billy that Cheyenne had asked me to investigate the possibility of a trust. I reminded myself again and again that it wasn’t my place to say anything. Besides attorney client privilege, this was a family matter. And considering the circumstances, I didn’t want to do anything to upset the delicate nature of Cheyenne reconnecting with her brothers.

  I was so distracted that I hadn’t noticed that Billy had kneeled down in front of the door.

  “What are you doing?” I asked from behind him.

  “Hank’s out of town this weekend,” Billy answered casually, as if that explained why he was picking the lock.

  “William S. Comfort, that did not answer my question.”

  He glanced over his shoulder wearing a smile that almost made me forget he was breaking the law. “You’re sexy when you use my full name.”

  It wasn’t his full name, but only his middle initial had been on any of the documentation that had come across my desk. He grinned at me and the dimple on his left cheek had me flushing. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t let Billy and his Panty Dropper charms talk me into committing a felony. “If we don’t have Hank’s permission to enter the premises, then this is breaking and entering.”

  He turned the knob and the door opened. “No breaking involved, darlin’.”

  “Well, unlawful entry, then. Which is still illegal. And in case you forgot, I’m a lawyer, so you can imagine how well committing a crime sits with me.” I’d never broken the law in my life.

  “Really? I thought that’s what lawyers did. Bend the law to suit ’em. Lawyers are some of the biggest crooks I
know.”

  I opened my mouth to argue, but shut it when I realized he had a point. My chosen profession was filled with law-benders. I didn’t take offense, though, because I was sure that his comment had more to do with Abernathy than it did with me.

  He moved behind me and slid an arm around my waist. The second he did, I could feel my resolve melting. I was in trouble. It wasn’t even his charm that was doing the trick. Just his touch. He whispered against my neck, “Reagan, do you know what the one thing you don’t have to ever do with me is?”

  I leaned back into the hard rod pressing against my backside. “Wonder if the snake in your pocket is happy to see me?”

  He chuckled and I felt it rumble in his chest against my back. “I was gonna say worry. But yeah, that too.”

  I sighed and opened my eyes, shifting so that I could look at him. “Let me just ask you one final question, then. And please be honest.”

  “Always.” The sincerity in his deep brown stare took my breath away. I could usually tell when people were just saying what I wanted to hear, or what they thought I wanted to hear, and that wasn’t what Billy was doing.

  “Are you sure Hank is out of town this weekend?” The last thing I needed was the cops being called and me being involved in a domestic. Not that I thought Hank would press charges, but technically, he could.

  “Yes, honey. I am one hundred percent sure of that. He always goes out of town the first weekend of spring break. He’s not real social, in case ya hadn’t noticed.”

  I chewed on my bottom lip. Those journals might hold the answers to the trust that Cheyenne had asked me to look into. “Fine. Let’s go.”

  We stepped through the front door and I looked around the place, taking it all in. I studied every photo, every book, every piece of furniture. This was where Billy had spent his childhood. This was where all the most important moments of his childhood had occurred. All of the triumphs and defeats. All of the joy. And all of the heartache, too.

  I ran my fingertips lightly along a shelf. “Does the place look pretty much like when you were living here as a kid, or has Hank made a lot of changes?”

  He barked out a short laugh. “Hank? Decor changes? Those two concepts don’t exactly go together. Nah. This ol’ place looks exactly like it always has.”

  “Interesting. Even the bedrooms?”

  He lifted an eyebrow. His voice was immediately low and sultry. “What did you have in mind?”

  I blushed and gave him a playful smack on his upper arm. “Get your mind out of the gutter! I just wanted to see if I could look at your old bedroom.”

  “Darlin’, that’s what I was talking about, too! Except replace ‘look at’ with ‘get a blowjob in.’ But we were basically on the same page.”

  I laughed, hoping to cover up the true reason a blush rose on my cheeks as a very vivid picture of me on my knees in front of him popped up in my head. “Yeah. It’s almost like we share a brain.”

  He started up the stairs. “Anyway. Bring your dirty mind on up here. We don’t have time for your naughty antics. Maybe another time. We’ve got work to do. Let’s keep it focused.”

  My cheeks burned and my jaw dropped. I wanted so badly to come back at him, defend myself and explain to him that I was the epitome of focus and work and he was the one always goofing off…but I could see by the amused glint in his eye as he watched me during his little teasing tirade that that was exactly what he wanted. It was obvious he thought it was cute when I was fired up, and I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

  I snapped my mouth shut and relaxed my face into a sensual gaze. I slinked over to the stairs and climbed them slowly, making sure that my ass more than brushed him as I stepped onto the stair where he stood stock still, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

  I took one more step, stopped briefly, turned and ran a fingernail down his jaw. I leaned in close and whispered, “Your loss,” before nipping his earlobe with my teeth and continuing on up the stairs.

  The groan of ultimate frustration I heard emanating from behind me on the stairs made me giggle as I took them two at a time.

  He caught up to me and gave my backside a little swat. “That was just mean.”

  I laughed and continued up to the top, Billy right behind me. When we reached the landing, I saw an old, worn door in the middle of the second floor hallway. Billy moved around me and turned the knob. Or tried to, anyway. It only shifted a little before stopping, and wouldn’t give no matter how much Billy tried to twist it.

  He turned to look at me, brows drawn together. “What the hell?”

  “It wasn’t usually locked?”

  He shook his head. “I didn’t even know it could lock. Hold on.”

  He pulled the same small leather folder from his back pocket that he had on the porch. He opened it and pulled two silver tools out and bent to pick the lock.

  I sighed. “How many locks have you picked?”

  “Today?” He flashed me a smile and wink. “Just two.”

  He stood back in triumph and turned the knob again, which this time moved easily, and pushed the door open. He held out his arm in a sweeping gesture. “Ladies first.”

  I stared at the set of rickety wooden steps. “Oh no, after you.”

  “I see, so you want to stare at my ass.” His brows lifted with a crooked grin.

  I pushed him and he chuckled as he stepped on the first step. There was a loud creak. I felt like we were walking into the opening scene of a horror movie. I followed behind and I realized that I would never have done anything I had done today if I’d been with Blaine.

  I wouldn’t have left work to go to an undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere. I wouldn’t have gotten naked in a field and done things that would make the trees blush. And I sure as heck wouldn’t have participated in anything resembling illegal.

  Billy brought out another side of me, I just wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

  As soon as my eyes cleared the landing, I knew we were in for quite an afternoon of work. The attic was massive, spanning the entire length and width of the house. It was an entire floor on its own.

  And it wasn’t one of those movie attics you’d see, either, with just a few pieces of furniture spread around, artfully draped with cream-colored drop cloths, framed in bars of sunlight that cozy little dust motes floated through—and most likely, smack in the middle of an expanse of empty floorboards would be a vintage leather trunk with brass buckles that would all but scream, “Look inside me! I clearly hold the secrets you’re searching for!”

  Nope. No such luck. What we were dealing with here was rows upon rows of cardboard boxes in varying states of decay, precariously stacked nearly to the ceiling in some cases. It was going to be a long day.

  CHAPTER 39

  Billy

  “Damn,” I looked around the attic and ran my hands through my hair. “This is worse than I thought. If you want to bail, I can take you back to the office.”

  “No.” Reagan clapped her hands together. “We got this. We’ll divide and conquer. Just take one at a time.”

  I looked over at her and could see the fire of determination coming from her baby blues. I didn’t know anyone that would be excited to spend a beautiful afternoon holed up in a dusty attic looking for journals that were written decades earlier. “You seem damn near chipper about this.”

  “I love a good challenge.” She beamed.

  “Damn, so you’re saying I should’ve been playing hard to get this whole time?”

  She shrugged sassily and moved to the far corner of the space. “You start at that end and I’ll start here.”

  I did love a woman that took charge. It was something I’d always found extremely attractive. As much as I would’ve loved to whisk her downstairs and show her just how attractive I found it, I knew that this was more important. So I got down to business.

  An hour in, I was starting to wonder if this was a fool’s errand. Maybe I’d only imagined my mother writing in
her journals. Or maybe Pop had thrown them out.

  “Um…Billy?” There was a strange quality to Reagan’s voice and I looked over and saw that she was holding a paper in her hand.

  “What? What is that?”

  “It’s your birth certificate.” She looked up and her eyes were wide.

  Shit. I stood and rushed to her, but before I’d made it halfway a wide smile spread across her face. “Is your middle name really Sunshine?”

  “No.” I lied. I’m not sure why I did, it was just a knee jerk reaction.

  “Are you sure? Because this looks legit.”

  “It’s not.” I tried to grab it out of her hand, but she was faster than me and held it just out of reach.

  “You promised you’d always be honest with me,” she teased with mischief glimmering in her stare.

  Fuck. She had me there. “Fine. Yes. My mom was a hippie and since she let my dad name me and Hank after his brothers, she got to pick our middle names.”

  “Oh.” Understanding dawned on her beautiful face. “That’s right. You and Hank only had initials when I went through the file. William S. Comfort and Henry M. Comfort.”

  “Moonlight.” I offered throwing my brother under the bus. “Hank’s middle name is Moonlight. I remember my mama used to say that our names fit us perfectly because I was cheerful and Hank was moody.”

  “William Sunshine Comfort. Did you get teased in school?” Empathy radiated from Reagan.

  “No. Because no one knew. We only ever used our middle initials. Hell, even Jimmy doesn’t know what our middle names are.”

  “You were lucky, then.”

  “Lucky? My legal name is William Sunshine Comfort.”

  “Yes, lucky.” She shot back, challenge burning in her stare. “Do you want to know what my mom named me?”

  I tried to rack my brain to come up with a humiliating middle name for a girl, but came up blank.

  “Fancy,” she said definitively.

  “Your middle name is Fancy?” Reagan Fancy York. It was unique but I didn’t think it was that bad.