Boomtown

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Boomtown

  Lani Lynn Vale

  (2013)

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  Rating: ***

  Her

  I wanted to have a pity party of one when I went for that beer. I never imagined I would meet a dark and dangerous man. That man took me on the wildest ride of my life. Literally and Figuratively. He quickly became my entire world.

  Him

  I didn't know I was looking for her. I saw her warming that bar stool and knew she would be mine. A man like me doesn't deserve the likes of her. But damned if I didn't take it.

  Her

  When we met for the first time we didn't know that we already had a connection. A cruel game was being played, and we didn't know the rules. Sam would save us, but at what cost? Sam was one of my main reasons for living. If he wasn't in this world anymore, would I still want to be a part of it?

  Boom Town

  Lani Lynn Vale

  Text copyright ©2013 Lani Lynn Vale

  All Rights Reserved

  To my babies. I love y’all!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  EPILOGUE

  Chapter 1

  God. Could my week get any worse? I just turned twenty fucking five and still a virgin. No outing just for my birthday. No one here to celebrate with. No freaking career. Just a shit job for shit pay. I was really getting into my pity party; I even almost turned on the water works. I turned 25 today, and everyone I loved was away. My brother was in Iraq, my mom was in Kentucky doing the last day of her three month long travel nursing contract, and my best friend in the whole wide world was visiting her family in Colorado and I missed her flight. Deciding enough was enough; I made a split second decision and decided to celebrate by myself.

  Time to go to Deacon's.

  I put my best jeans on that make my ass look a lot smaller than it really is.

  I put on a push up bra that make me look I have a solid B cup when in reality I’m barely an A. Throwing on a black ribbed tank with a skull and cross bones I dug into the closet for my better pair of cowboy boots and put them on. I gooed up my hair and dried it with the diffuser, adding a few stray bobby pins to keep it out of my face, I started on the minimal make up. I swiped on some mascara, a layer of lip gloss and headed out.

  I jumped in my 1987 single cab long bed Chevy Silverado and drove to Deacon's.

  Deacon's is not my usual hangout. Really I don't go out at all, so anything is actually not my usual hangout.

  I parked my truck and headed into the building. I walked straight to the bar and ordered a Corona. Taking a seat, I contemplated my life. I ignored everyone and everything and just sat on my stool nursing my beer.

  SAM

  I needed a break from reality today. I needed to get away from the shop. I needed away from the reminder that I was a failure. We lost one today. She was on her way to Free, possibly only minutes away, but her father caught her and killed her before she could get to us. The team was as disappointed as I was, and we all dealt with it in a different way. Tonight was a whiskey kind of night.

  I was on my second glass when she walked in. She had on jeans that hugged her ass, thighs and legs perfectly. They were the kind that looked like they had been worn a million times before. She wore a tank top that had skulls and crossbones across her breasts that just drew eyes to them. They were on the smaller side for my usual tastes, but they would fit into my hands perfectly. She had long curly blonde hair that just brushed the top of her ass. It would be perfect to sink my hands into and hold on while I pounded her from behind. I had only seen her for all of thirty seconds, but I knew she would be mine. She walked into the bar like she owned the place, sat down on one of the stools toward the end, and nursed the beer without acknowledging anyone.

  I didn’t pick women up in bars, but she seemed different. Possibly because she didn’t seem like the type of woman to even be in a bar, or it also could be that she ignored every man in the whole place except for the bartender. She seemed to put off a vibe that said “Hands off” and it kept all the men at a distance.

  The bartender placed her beer in front of her, and she chugged it better than any man could. She placed the bottle down on the bar top and stared at the label, picking at it with blunt fingernails.

  The women I’m normally attracted to have perfect nails, perfect hair, and dresses. Their bodies are tight, with little fat to be seen on them. This woman had on nice clothes, but it didn’t look like she dressed to impress. It looked like she dressed for comfort, and I liked that. She also didn’t look like she got expensive manicures every day. Her body looked soft, like she ate what she wanted and didn’t give a shit what other people thought.

  I got up and walked across the bar and took a seat next to her. She never even looked up. It made my lips twitch as I glanced at the bartender and gave him a nod in her direction and raised my finger for one more. He gave me a nod and placed the beer in front of her.

  CHEYENNE

  I saw someone take a seat next to me in my peripheral vision, but made no move to acknowledge whoever it was.

  Another beer was slid to me from the bartender, and I looked up questioningly.

  I hadn't ordered a second beer. He tilted his head to the side, and I looked in the direction he motioned. I looked to my left and saw a massive shoulder. It was covered in a skin tight black cotton t-shirt that looked like it had been washed quite a bit, but still held its black color without being faded. I followed the shoulder down to his forearms which were very tanned and studied a Rangers tattoo that dominated most of the inside of his forearm. It was very good work, and looked a lot like one that my brother had. I glanced at his hands and wondered if the saying was true, big hands big feet. Eyes trailing to his thigh that his hand rested on, I had a stray thought that his thigh could probably be described as tree trunk like. They were massive. I wondered how much he could squat, by the looks of it, probably a small car.

  Looking up I spied a very well defined tummy and chest, which probably sported a six pack, if not an eight. He had a massive chest, and his shoulders were very broad. His neck was corded and thick, which made me want to lick from his collar bone to his jaw. Finally allowing my eyes to connect to his face, I noticed he could be described as beautiful, except for a jagged scar that ran under his right eye, right about where the football players wear that black stripe of paint under their eyes. That had to hurt like a mother. His nose was straight; lips were full, and his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, the color of a new shiny penny. Those copper colored eyes were pinning mine to his, refusing to release them.

  My breath hitched and I quietly said, "Thank you."

  He nodded and smiled, then turned back towards the bar and didn't say a thing.

  Deciding not to be a total boob, I turned also and started sipping on my second beer. Thank You, Mr. Humongo.

  A while later, I heard an empty hit the counter in his direction, I looked up at him in time to see him say with a rough voice, "Let's go."

  Damned if my ass didn't slip off the barstool and follow him out of the bar. What the hell was I doing? I couldn't do this. I didn't do this. I was not a whore.

  Okay, I'm not lying to myself. I’d be a whore for him. He was talle
r than I imagined, probably six foot three or four.

  He led me to a Harley, pure midnight black. And it was massive. I couldn’t really tell you anymore about it. My expertise was limited to Harley and black. This was because Harley was written on the side, and black because I’ve known my colors since I was two. Now, if he had taken me out to a truck, I could tell you the year, make, model and tire size. If you started it up I could tell you what kind of motor was in it, as well as if there were any adjustments that were made to it. I could be sitting outside, and a car would pass by and I could tell you exactly what type of engine that was in it without even seeing the type of car it was. It drove Ember crazy listening to me talk about cars. James taught me everything he knew from working at Bob’s Auto. He worked there for four years before he went to basic training, and each day he would come home and he would show me everything he learned, or had done that day. We worked on his Charger, then later when I turned sixteen we started on my Chevy.

  The guy straddled the bike and held his hand out for me. I held my breath and grabbed his hand. His grip was strong and steady as I lifted my leg and slid into place behind him. My breath whooshed out of me as our bodies came into contact.

  Oh my god.

  He handed me a helmet and I put it on. He started the bike with a quick flick of his leg and revved it up. The noise startled me at first; I wasn’t ready for the deafening noise. It was so loud that my body seemed to vibrate. I felt the vibrations deep in my lower abdomen, all the way up to my hair. He reached around my back and grabbed my ass and scooted me closer, so that I was plastered to his body. My groin was smack up against his ass. The vibration unintentionally rubbing my lady bits against the rough denim covering his lickable behind. My chest and belly were as close as I could get to his back.

  He grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his lower stomach so that I had my left hand grabbing on to my right wrist right above his belt, and if I thought about it, all I had to do was move my hand slightly and I would be palming him through his jeans.

  He throttled up and we were off, out of the parking lot shortly after. I happened to look to my left and noticed a man smoking, leaning against his car tracking us with his head. I locked eyes with him when we passed and a shiver ran through me when I saw the coldness in his eyes. I didn’t worry about this for long though, because the bike took a corner and my mind reminded me at that moment that I had to hang on and pay attention or my body would be visiting the pavement, and it wouldn’t feel too nice.

  The ride itself was pure torture. All I could think about was him pulling over and whipping me around to straddle his thighs, ripping a hole in my jeans and thrusting into me until we both came. After I had this thought I let my hands unlock and lay flat on his rock hard stomach. His abs tensed underneath my hands and relaxed just as suddenly.

  As he drove downtown and pulled onto Second St., he turned into a driveway that led me up to something that looked almost like a compound, with a fence surrounding it. This looked somewhat familiar but my brain was stuck in overdrive, I had been paying more attention to how his body felt against mine rather than where we had driven. He punched in a code on the gate, and the gate slid open. He accelerated around the garage, and parked outside another part of the building you couldn't see from the road.

  Grabbing my hand to help me off, he led me inside of what looked like a small duplex. He dropped the keys in a glass on the entry way table, and had me pinned against the door before I could take another breath.

  His mouth was on mine the next instant. It was like sticking my tongue to a live wire. He dominated my mouth, devoured it like I was like the last piece of cake left in a room full of starving hormonal pregnant women.

  I’ve kissed a few guys, but nothing I have ever experienced could even compare to this. Pushing on his chest a little, he separated from me for long enough for me to grab a hold of the bottom of my tank and yank it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor at our feet, resuming what we were doing as soon as it cleared my head. He also separated from my mouth long enough to take his own shirt off, whipping it over his head and throwing it in the direction of the couch. I heard a clink clink, and noticed that he had dog tags that were under his shirt. Was he in the Ranger’s still? I didn’t have this thought long though because he picked me up by my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist. His left arm went around my lower back as his right slid down the back of my jeans to brush against my core. His indrawn breath stole the oxygen from my lungs when his fingers found my wetness.

  It was then I started to get nervous, because from what I could feel he was massive. Even thinking this, my body couldn't stop itself from rocking against his erection. He pulled his hand out of my pants and slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. Oh my GOD. His arm returned around my back, while the other wound around my butt and he headed into the direction of what I was assuming was the bedroom. While doing this he multitasked and rid me of my bra. I rubbed my distended nipples against his lightly haired chest. The abrasion of his chest hair on my nipples sent another shock through my core and made me gasp into his mouth.

  He laid me down on the bed and followed me down. His head descended and latched onto my nipple and devoured it like he was licking every last drop off brownie batter off of the spatula. He then switched to the other side and repeated the process.

  He had me squirming and begging for him with unintelligible sounds by the time he was through. He sat up and I found myself without pants or panties in .5 seconds. Damn he was fast. Before I could blink again, he divested himself of pants, and there were no underwear there, which meant he had gone commando. His penis. There are no words. Before I could get my mind under control he was on me. He settled himself between my thighs which I opened for him without thought.

  He slowly rocked his hips and covered himself in the wetness that leaked from my core. He ran his hands lightly up my sides up my arms to grab my hands and pin them above my head, transferring them to only one of his. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes when he lined his shaft up with my slick heat using his other hand.

  Holding eye contact he slowly pushed in. My eyes widened when he started filling me up, and I realized he really was massive, and my eyes started to water when the stretch became a burn. He suddenly stopped and his eyes bored into mine. Questions loomed there that I did not want to answer right now. I knew he was going to stop, so I took matters into my own hands (or legs if you wanted to be technical) by wrapping them around him and yanking him forward so he pushed past my hymen.

  I didn’t experience the knife slice of pain like they always describe in my romance novels. Yes it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing that I couldn’t handle.

  Eyes widening slightly I saw his lips part, but he didn't stop me. Once I became accustomed to his size, he slowly started to forge the rest of the way in.

  His eyes never left mine and he slowly rocked back and forth until he was bottomed out and bumping my cervix. He rocked and grinded his hips into mine, igniting a slow burn inside of me.

  "Harder!" I whispered, and his control seemed to snap. Leaning up, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, my butt teetering on the line of the mattress so that he could enter me while he was standing. He settled each of my legs on the crook of his elbows and started pounding into me.

  My breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, and I craved each rough thrust he gave me. His eyes were pinned to where our bodies connected. His breathing seemed to start coming in hard pants, but I lost sight of him when a sensation started building in my core, and it slowly started building higher and higher until it finally burst.

  Each of his strokes prolonged my orgasm until I could no longer draw breath, and my whole body locked, back bowed. Distantly I was aware of Mr. Humongo thrusting forward and holding himself as deep as he could get inside of me while he growled out his release. I felt hot spurts of his come hit the entrance to my womb and it seemed to gulp it up with greedy pulls. Collapsing on t
op of me, both of us lay panting, exhausted.

  Finally coming back to myself I let all my limbs fall to the bed and took a deep contented breath. Mr. Humongo pulled out slowly and I felt a wetness trickle out of me and onto the bed. He grabbed me under the arms and positioned my back to his front, and did a little hop to get the comforter out from under us and threw it over the top of us.

  "Cheyenne." I whispered to him and closed my eyes.

  I felt him smile against my hair and he said in a gruff voice,” Sam."

  That was the last thing we said to each other before we both drifted off to sleep.

  SAM

  My eyes popped open with a snap. The sleep instantly cleared from my system, and I took in my surroundings. A warm body was plastered to my front. My hand rested on a perfect handful of breast. Cheyenne. Her sweet chocolate scent filled my nose and made my cock half hard.

  She was a virgin. She didn’t act like one. If I would have known she was a virgin, I wouldn’t have made the first move.

  Now, however, I would kick any man’s ass that came near her. She was mine, and whether she knew it yet or not, would be forever. No woman that has waited as long as she did would give it up for just anybody. That person would have to be special, and apparently she felt the connection, just like I did.

  I still couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep. Normally I could go all night, but after I had come, there was just nothing left in me to stay awake. She drained every last drop out of me with her tight little pussy and her soft sweet kisses.

  Just thinking about her made me start getting hard. I knew she was probably sore, but with her butt nestled into my groin and moving occasionally against my cock, I had to have her again. I let my hand drift down her body, cupping her breast, then lower to her mound. I repeated the process until she stirred.