by Frankie Love
“Let me get this straight.” Kourtney passes the driveway. “You are going out with Lucia, the twenty-two-year-old girl who works part time at a farm? She doesn’t even have health insurance, Dad. She’s like, a child.”
“How do you know so much about her?”
“Because she’s my friend Mirabella’s sister-in-law. And yes, she’s very pretty, and very sweet, but Dad… you’re like twice her age.”
“So it’s an age issue?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows at my daughter, who is grown up in a lot of ways, but in others, she has a lot to learn. “Not an issue about her career choice?”
She moans. “It’s about all of it. She is all wrong for you, Dad.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Because you wear a suit and tie and go into the office on Christmas Eve. She’s the sort of girl who didn’t even remember to pick her bridesmaid’s dress up from the shop for her brother’s wedding. She’s got her head in the clouds. And you… you’re so down-to-earth.”
What my daughter doesn’t realize is that is exactly what I want — a partner who can help shake me out of my comfort zone and remember there is a big wide world out there.
Maybe Lucia is that partner.
“Look, I love you. And I really appreciate your concern. But I’ve gotta get home. I have a date tonight.”
Kourtney groans as I take off running. “I’m so calling Billy about this,” she shouts.
I laugh as I run back to my six-thousand-square-foot house for one. She can call Billy all she wants. But I’m a grown ass man, and I know what I want.
Chapter Six
Lucia
He brings me flowers. Pink Gerbera daisies. He has on a pink shirt that matches. Dark denim jeans, brown leather shoes. Polished, but comfortable. It makes me happy that I decided to iron a sundress to wear for the date. I open the door to my apartment that is over the barn.
“I’ll just put these in a vase before we head out,” I say. “Do you need anything? Water?”
“No, I’m good,” he says, taking in the modest space. It’s small, but I love it. Every morning I open the window and can hear the birds singing and the rooster calling. “This place looks like you,” he says.
I laugh. “What does that mean?” The flowers are beautiful, and I take my time arranging them in the black enamel vase.
“Lace curtains. A quilt on the bed. Jars of pickles lining the counter.”
“Oh, those?” I pick up a jar and hand it to him. “Bread and butter pickles. My favorite. My mom taught me to can. Her mother — my grandmother — taught her.”
“Sounds like you have a pretty great family,” he says, taking the vase of flowers and setting it in the center of the small table for two.
“Absolutely. It’s just my brother, mom and me, but we’re close. My mom was sick a lot when I was growing u —, she had cancer. My brother practically raised me. And it brought us all together.”
“I understand,” he tells me. “My wife, well, she passed away two years ago from cancer. So I know what you mean. My kids, they are my whole world now.”
“You’ve been through hell, then,” I say, reaching for his hand. “I’m so sorry, Logan.”
He holds tight to my hand. “Me too. Eve was a good woman, and losing her nearly killed the kids. But she was sick for many years like you mom, it sounds. And I’m glad she is no longer suffering.”
I blink back tears as he speaks. “Thank you for the flowers,” I tell him. “They are beautiful.”
His bright blue eyes meet mine. “Just like you.”
I smile, stepping closer to him, and he cups my cheek as if it is the most normal thing in the world. When it isn’t. This is so far from normal it’s crazy. What I’m feeling right now, I’ve never felt before. The charge of emotions swirling in this kitchen have my heart pounding and my mind racing. Is it possible to feel so much for another person after a single conversation?
Yes. Yes it is.
Because when Logan leans down, and his lips brush against mine, I want to sink into him, into this moment, and never let go.
Chapter Seven
Logan
The kiss goddamn brings me to my knees. This woman before me makes my heart fucking melt. She’s pure sunshine and I feel like I’ve been living in a rainy day. She makes anything feel possible. Makes us feel possible.
Her lips part and her tongue finds mine. I wrap her up in my arms, not ever wanting to let go. She whimpers against my mouth, and the kiss deepens, turns from something sweet to something so much more.
“God, I want you,” she moans, her words surprising me. I mean, hers are the words I want to hear, but the fact she is on the same page as me is a goddamn relief.
I run my hands over her back, the curve of her waist under my palms as she presses against me. All of me.
“Lucia,” I growl. “I want you too. But girl, that isn’t why I invited you out to dinner. Why I brought you flowers.”
“I know,” she says simply, looking up into my eyes. I want to pick her up and take her to bed, push up her sweet little sundress and smell her fucking roses. “But we’re both obviously ready to turn this up a notch.”
I swallow, my cock twitches. “I haven’t since…”
She nods, understanding. “If it’s too much, too soon… Look, I never do this either.”
“But you want to?”
She licks her lips. Nods. “We can go get dinner and then come back here or…”
I grin. “We can have dessert first, that what you’re saying?”
“Is that terrible of me?” she laughs, shaking her head. “I’ve never once taken the lead with a man. Which is maybe why I am currently single. But with you — it feels different. Like if I don’t say what I want, I might regret it for the rest of my life.”
“I don’t want you to have any regrets, Lucia,” I say, taking hold of her wrists, walking her backwards, toward her bed.
“And you, would you have any regrets if we didn’t see this through? Right now?”
I run my hand up her thigh, under her dress, and fuck, I want so much more. “Yes, I would have regrets.” I kiss her neck and she whimpers. “So what is it you want, exactly?”
My fingers graze her round ass, and I long to push her panties to the side, take care of her in the way only I can.
“I want you to make me yours.”
“Damn,” I groan. “That’s all I want.”
She exhales, a happy smile on her face as she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. Unhooking my belt. “You’re so hard,” she says as I lift her dress up, over her head.
“And you’re so fucking perfect,” I say, taking in her gorgeous full tits, her curvy waist, her big luscious hips. And her ass, fuck. I squeeze her cheeks, unable to resist.
She lifts her eyebrows. “You think?”
I reach behind her and unclasp her bra — her breasts are so round, globes that are nice and perky. “I know.” I massage her tits, stepping closer. “You sure this isn’t too fast for you, baby?”
She shakes her head, the evening light filtering through the lace curtains, casting a delicate glow. The heat in this studio apartment is close to scorching, but there is something hotter growing between us. A knowledge that once we fall into bed together, we will never be the same.
“I think everything happens for a reason,” she says. “Which may be naive, but it also gives me hope.”
“And what do you hope for right now?” I ask as I shimmy her panties past her hips. My cock groans at the sight of her pretty little pussy, nice and trim.
She pulls my cock from my boxers, eyes widening. She swallows hard. “Well this is much more than I hoped for,” she says with a laugh.
“Yeah?” I ask, taking her hand and showing my baby how to stroke me nice and good.
She nods, breathless as she pumps my thick cock up and down. “You’re so big,” she whispers.
“That’s right. And your biscuit needs to get nice and buttery if I’m gonna fit.�
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Chapter Eight
Lucia
I laugh at his words. “Well, I’m pretty damn close to melting,” I tease. “You should take a lick and find out.”
He grins hungrily, and I love his confident desire. There is no embarrassment here, no insecurity. No. Logan is a real man and he knows what he wants. And the way he massaged my breasts gives me a little insight into how well he understands the female body. How well he understands me.
He leads me to the bed, laying me down on my back. “I need to see what I’m working with,” he says with a smile. I cover my face in pleasure as he pushes my knees apart and growls. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.”
“I know. This butter is melted.”
He pushes my hands from my face. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” he tells me. “Do you understand? I want to hear my girl moan as I make her pussy drip.”
I nod, my hand running over his chest, but he slides down to the floor, on his knees. He pulls my ass to the edge of the bed and his tongue runs over my slit. Teasing me perfectly, my clit on fire and my body sinking into the mattress.
“Oh. Ohhh.” I clench my teeth together. “That feels so good.”
“Then why are you looking like you’re in pain?” Logan asks, stopping and leaning over me.
“Do you ever feel like… like something is too good to be true?”
He lies beside me in the bed, his hand on my hip, rolling me to face him. “Like me finding the girl of my goddamn dreams delivering milk and butter and then a few hours later winding up in her bed?”
I nod. “Yeah. Like that.”
Logan doesn’t belittle my worries or even ask why they are coming like this, right as his mouth is pressed against my pussy.
“Lucia, I’m real. You’re real. This isn’t too good to be true.”
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “You’re so attractive. It’s literally making me nervous.”
He chuckles, his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “And you’re so wet, you’re literally making my cock ache.”
I smile, amazed at this man, the way he puts me at ease, makes me feel safe and good. Like he would do anything to take care of me. “It would be wrong to make your cock suffer.”
He rolls on top of me. “Come on baby, open those legs. It’s time to spread the love.”
“This is the best date of my life,” I say.
“I like hearing that. But we’ve just started, Lucia. Wait to tell me what you think at the end.”
I nod, dropping my legs open as he runs his fingers over me, teasing me open nice and slow. I love how he takes his time. He dips his mouth back to my heat and I moan loudly, pushing aside fears of what comes next and just enjoying this moment for what it is. Ours. It’s not too good to be true. This is real.
Chapter Nine
Logan
I draw Lucia closer, running my tongue up and down her sweet wet pussy, loving the way she tastes, like sunshine, like promise, like a goddamn buttery biscuit.
There, I said it. Cheesy as fuck, but I don't care.
This girl makes me feel like anything is possible, like we are possible.
She moans beneath me, her thighs shaking as I add a finger then another to her sweet, tight cunt. God, this girl is tight, but her body is needy — I can feel that as I move my fingers inside of her, the way her back arches and her eyes melt into mine.
"That feels so good, Logan," she tells me. She needs this, this release, this let go and let down. I know she's scared of giving her heart to someone she just met. And hell, I understand that all too well.
This morning I didn't have any idea I'd feel this way, but I do. One day can change everything. She's changing me. I want to open that jar of bread and butter pickles and eat them in her bed. I want to laugh all night. I want to fuck all day. I want her.
And she wants me too. She's nice and juicy. Her sweet pussy mine, and I love the way she tells me exactly how it feels. "I feel so full, but I want to touch you. I want your cock. I want you in me," she tells me. "Do you think I'm ready?"
I know how big my cock is and I know how tight she is. "I'm getting you ready," I tell her, "I'm getting you nice and ready. Just relax."
I dip my mouth back to her cunt, sucking her off nice and good. Her clit’s on fire, I can feel that as she wraps her legs around me, her knees pressing against my head. I smile as I devour her, licking her until she's writhing beneath me in a frenzy.
“Oh God," she moans, her pleas getting louder as she begs me to make her come. I get her off. She's so damn close. I add a third finger and then she fucking lets go, the way I knew she needed. She needed this, someone to take control and show her pussy what it was made to do.
She's goddamn gushing for me and she loves it. She's grinning, her smile so broad, her pearly white teeth making me laugh. "God, girl. You're a horny little thing, aren't you?"
She moans as she nods, her hands reaching out for me. "I need you," she says, "please.”
But I don't want to waste all this sweet come. I dip my mouth to her precious pussy and I lick her up nice and good. God, she tastes so sweet and I breathe her in, inhaling everything I can, not wanting this moment to end.
Her hips are so nice and curvy, her belly so flat, tits so fucking big. "What?" she asks. "Why are you smiling?"
"I was just thinking about how nice and juicy your tits are," I tell her. "They're so fucking cute.”
"You like them?" she asks. "I always wondered if they were too—”
"No," I say, cutting her off. "They're perfect. You're perfect. God, your body does something to me."
"Yeah?" she says, her eyebrows raising. "Show me."
She sits up on the bed, taking hold of my cock, stroking me up and down.
"That's what you do to me," I tell her. "That's what you make me feel."
"I need you in me," she tells me. "I need to feel you inside of me."
I nod. I don't want to make her wait.
Chapter Ten
Lucia
Whatever Logan has done to me has ruined me for all other men, for all other sex. There's no way it can get better than what he just did. But then his big cock begins to fill me up.
"Oh God," I moan as he inches inside of me.
"Do you think you can handle that," he asks, "handle me?"
I nod. "Yeah," I say, "I can handle you."
"Good," he says, "because I'm not going anywhere, Lucia." His words are so direct, so firm, so absolute my heart pounds in my chest.
God, this is what I want. Him, us. He said this is real. He begins to fill me up, my whole body on fire, and I close my eyes, gasping as his cock enters me fully. His tip so deep inside of me I feel like I'm being split in two, but in the most glorious way. I wrap my legs around him, my arms squeeze tight around his neck.
"Don't let go of me," I say. "Don't you ever let go of me."
We just met, but somehow as he rocks against me, holding onto me, I believe he won't. I believe he plans to hold me tight. Not just now, not just tonight, but forever.
I don't know what's come over me, these ideas of falling in love with a man I just met. But that's what's happening. That's what this is. I know he feels it too.
"Fuck, I love this," he says, "holding you, being here."
My heart melts because he's not talking about fucking me or filling me up. He's talking about being with me. The way I feel, the way we feel together, like we fit. I moan as he takes me, taking my breath away too. I kiss him. And he kisses me back. And he holds me tight.
"Oh God," I whimper, knowing I'm close.
And I know he is too because his thick cock pulses inside me so damn tight, so damn hard, so damn good. I don't want this to end and neither does he.
He rolls me over and I straddle him. He looks up at me, massaging my breasts, and I lean down, kissing him again. His arms wrap around me and, God, this feels good. The sunlight shining on us, the sheets a rumpled mess, he and I rolling around my bed lik
e horny teenagers. Except we're not. We're grown ass adults and we know what we want, and what we want is this.
"I love you," he says. "Is that crazy? Is this crazy?"
I nod. "It's a little crazy." I kiss him again.
The words ring in my ears. I love you. Is that really possible? I don't need an answer. I know. Of course, it is, because that's all I can think.
"I'm going to come, baby," he tells me, cupping my face with both his hands. I feel so delicate, so beautiful, as he thrusts deeper inside of me, his come filling me up, and I moan, holding tight, pressing my palms to his chest.
"Oh, God, Logan," I whimper, knowing I'll never be the same and knowing that's probably a good thing because why would I want to go back to before once I've had this?
Chapter Eleven
Logan
“Oh God,” I say as we pull apart, my hands on the small of her back, her hands against my chest. She fits there perfectly, against me, and I know she sees that. Feels that. She is right where she belongs.
“Logan,” she whispers, searching my eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”
“You feel that too?”
She nods. “It’s like… your heart hears my heart… Is that crazy? You said the L word.”
“Does that scare you?”
She licks her lips. She’s not scared, but she won’t admit it, not yet. “I don’t even know you.”
“I’m your open book, Lucia.” I lace my fingers with hers. “Want to quiz one another over dinner?”
Her mouth widens into a beautiful smile — she has the most adorable gap between her two front teeth and I kiss her again. I can’t help it. I want to kiss her all damn night.
