by Rye Hart
One night he says he’s got a big surprise for me. “Dress up, kiddo,” he says. “I’ve got something that’s going to blow your mind.”
I put on my nicest dress—one of the perks of having Hugh around is that I have someone to model for, and now. I don’t even have a guess as to what the big surprise might be.
The reality turns out to be far more surprising than anything I could have imagined, however. We take a cab to an address that sounds like nothing to me. When we get out, Hugh gestures at an ugly warehouse and says, “Voilà!”
There’s a sign out front that says “Coin Convention. Numismatists only.”
I start laughing so hard I almost fall out of my high heels. “Stay upright,” he says. “If you mess up that dress you’re going to miss the chance to blow these guys’ minds.”
I don’t know what he’s up to. I don’t even care. Every moment with him is surprising, and I know how rare that is.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: HUGH MADDOX
Earlier that morning, I couldn’t believe it when I saw an advert for the coin convention outside the gym. It was on one of those terrible circular pamphlets, tacked to a telephone pole next to ads for missing cats and vegan meetups.
My only plan tonight is to make her laugh, and that’s already going swimmingly. But I don’t want to make anyone feel stupid, so when we step onto the coin expo floor, I do my best to look respectful. We all need our obsessions. We all need something to keep us off the streets. These guys … need coins.
Then Sam grabs my arm and hisses. “Oh my God! That’s Owen!”
It’s too perfect.
“Where?” I say.
“He’s over in the corner at the table with the blue awning. Look! Not so fast! Be subtle!”
Being subtle isn’t working. Even in this crowd, it’s obvious that everyone knows who I am. My face is plastered all over building-sized billboards all over the city. The upcoming fight is getting even more press that my agent had predicted. It’s going to be huge.
Sam takes my arm and starts walking towards Owen’s table. He looks like a smart guy. A little rumpled. A little…little. Definitely smooth-handed, callus free, and probably decent, but I can’t forget that this guy made Sam question her worth and run all the way out to Washington to get away from her thoughts. Still, that led her to meeting me, so I owed him in that respect, I guess.
Sam surprises me when she strides right up to him. “Owen!” she says, putting a little snarl in her voice.
He looks up quickly.
“Sam, what are you doing here?”
I stop walking and observe. I don’t like the tone this dweeb is taking.
“I just, um,” Sam stammers.
“We’re not getting back together. You need to give me my space. That was always your problem.” Owen continues, “Well, one of your problems. Honestly, I don’t know where to begin…”
“That’s enough,” I say, stepping in between him and Sam.
His eyes dart to me and his mouth drops open. It’s like something you only see in comic strips. His jaw practically hits the floor.
“Hugh,” he mutters. He looks at Sam. “Did you bring him here to hurt me?”
Sam doesn’t know what to say. She’s baffled by the entire exchange.
“No, Owen. Of course not. I’m not mad at you,” she says.
“Owen,” I begin, “I don’t want to kick your ass. I want to thank you. I would never have met the most amazing woman in the world without you,” I say with a big grin plastered on my face. “I honestly didn’t think a woman like Sam could exist,” I add, pulling her to me.
Owen’s mouth is still hanging open as he looks from me to Sam and back to me.
“Uh, sure,” he stammers.
And with that, Sam and I make our exit.
“I love you. That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ll show you something sweeter when I get you home,” I say.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: SAM WASHINGTON
When we get home I drag Hugh into the bedroom.
“Do you want to see the greatest thing?” I say.
“Sure, show me what you’ve got there little lady,” he says with a mischievous grin.
“Mhmmm...there will be plenty of time for that after- first I want to show you something I’ve got locked away.” I get out of bed and go to the hallway closet. I take out the box with Owen 2.0. I tiptoe back to the doorway. “Close your eyes,” I say.
“They’re already closed.”
“Keep them closed, then.” I silently stalk across the floor until I’m at his side. When he opens his eyes I wave Owen 2.0 wildly in his face.
“What the hell?” He sits up and puts a pillow over his face. “Keep that thing away from me!”
I feel like if I start laughing I’ll never be able to stop, so instead I swat him across the thighs with Lacey’s gift.
He doesn’t even try not to laugh. He throws the pillow away, grabs the vibrator out of my hands, goes to the window, and dangles it outside. He’s laughing so hard that I’m worried he’s going to fall out. “Get away from the window!” I scream. “You’re going to die!”
He looks at the vibrator. “You really want it that bad?”
“No! I just don’t want you to die, you oaf!”
“Then come clean, quick. Why did I open my eyes to find you wielding this thing at me?”
“Come back to bed. I’ll tell you. You can leave him there.”
“Him?” Hugh smiles, drops the vibrator on the bedroom floor, and comes back to bed. He pulls the covers up to his chin. “I’m just protecting myself, in case you have any more surprises in store for me.”
“No, but I’ll give you the story. Right after I dumped Owen, I had drinks with Lacey.”
“You don’t say.”
“I do. And Lacey, to help me get over my problems, caring soul that she is, gave me a little present.”
“And that’s it, I presume?”
“Oh yeah. Want to hear its name?”
“I assumed it was named Hugh.”
“Close. That was the gadget formerly known as Owen 2.0.”
Hugh snorts. “I bet Owen would love to hear that. We should have taken it tonight. You could have waved it in his face like you did in mine.”
“But that’s not the real story,” I say. I love it that Hugh can joke this easily. There is nothing like a man who is so secure that he doesn’t need to flaunt or exaggerate his own masculinity.
“Do tell.”
“I’m getting there.” I lean over and give him a kiss. He sighs and burrows deeper into his pillow. “So, you know that night at the cabin when you were out hitting the bag? The first time when I was there?”
“I remember it well. I was out there because there was a woman in my bed upstairs. I wanted to sneak in and do something savage to her.”
“Oh, I could tell. What you might not know is that I was feeling the same way. I watched you from that window for a long time while you were out there.”
“Okay. And what was it that you saw, fair maiden?”
“I saw a lot. I saw everything you did to that bag, and then I saw you touching yourself.”
“Ha! You little pervert. You enjoyed the show, then?”
“Oh, very much. And not only that, I masturbated the whole time I watched you. I couldn’t believe it was happening. That was the hardest orgasm I had ever had, until…you know...”
He raises himself up on one elbow and opens his eyes. “No, I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“Well,” I say, mimicking his posture and lowering my voice. “It just so happens that shortly after that, I ran into a big dicked freak in the basement who cured me of all my innocent ways.”
“He sounds amazing.”
“Oh, he is. And he was. That was a good lesson for me to learn that night.”
“And now you know it all?” he says, putting his hand on my thigh and sliding it upwards. I’m getting wet instantly.
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nbsp; “No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m more confident and uninhibited than I’ve ever been, but…”
“But what?” he says, spreading my legs with his fingers and starting to stroke me.
I arch my back, wanting to purr.
“But I think I have a lot more to learn. He’s a patient teacher, though. I look forward to our next lesson.”
“Maybe we can go through that next lesson now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY : HUGH MADDOX
Feeling Sam’s wetness on my fingertips made me harden against my jeans so much that I felt like they were going to burst at the seam. I rolled onto my back and pulled her down to lie on top of me. She put her hands on my cheeks and swirled the tip of her tongue around mine. I wrapped my arms around her and moved my hands down to clutch her ass. She bolted up, straddling me as I pulled her closer. She had a look on her face that suggested she felt playful, but I knew she was far too eager to tease.
She sat up and pulled her dress overhead. She undid her bra and let it slide down her arms. Her breasts, large and milky white, were begging for my touch. I cupped them in the palms of my hands and squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moaned at the wonderful pain and pleasure of it.
My cock was rigid beneath her. She started sliding herself along the length of it as I rubbed her breasts. The heat was intense. I felt like I might explode any minute and I wasn’t even undressed yet.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she said, tugging giddily at my shirt.
She got up long enough to shimmy out of her panties while I quickly pulled off my clothes. When I lay back, my cock stood straight up like the mast of ship, ready for her to impale her beauty on it.
She licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it to its full length.
“Do you want me give you another show like that night outside my cabin?”
“Yes. Please.”
I continued stroking, my hand is moving up and down in a rhythmic motion. I get a look of Sam’s face, full of lust, as if the sight of me pleasing myself in front of her has put her in a deep trance. It was enough to push me over the edge, but I needed to be patient.
“Now, I want you on top of me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: SAM WASHINGTON
Hugh took my hips and guided me over his cock. I did just as he instructed. I straddled him, bending my knees and lowering myself until I felt the head of his amazing cock touch my aching center.
I couldn’t help but smile as I held his free hand and lowered myself onto him slowly. I felt myself grow warm and wet, welcoming him deep inside of me.
It felt amazing.
He never disappoints me.
He grabs my hips and starts guiding me in a rocking rhythm.
I let my head hang and slide my hips back and forth. Hugh moves in and out as he brushes my clit with every stroke.
“Yes! Yes! Hugh… I’m going to come…” I heard myself say the words aloud. I loved the way they sounded coming in gusts of breath from my lips.
Suddenly he starts to come with me, pushing me over the edge to my own climax. I see stars from the rush of ecstasy that falls over me.
We stayed in bed all evening, whispering sweet nothings to one another and planning our life together. It was in that moment I realized just how grateful I was for all of my past heartaches and pains. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the gifts Hugh brought into my life.
Passion.
Desire.
Love.
Love in the truest form, unlike anything this history nerd could ever have read about. Not even in one hundred lifetimes.
In most fairytales, all the worst things happen when they enter the woods. But not this one. My lumberjack saved me from all of that and more.
And I intend to spend the rest of my life thanking him for it.
THE END
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CHAPTER ONE –ABIGAIL
“Hold on to your panties! This trip will be one to remember, and if all goes as planned you’re going to come back a whole new woman, Abigail Carter. I can promise you that. Heck you’ll probably have a hard time even walking straight after Madrid is through with you.”
“Stop it, Libby.” A blush stained my cheeks when I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one around us had overheard. Luckily, the lunch crowd was loud enough to drown out most of our conversation. I turned back to look at Libby who shrugged her tanned shoulders. “What is wrong with you? Don’t say things like that out loud. You never know who's listening to us.”
Libby rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Chillax’ girl! I think your Dad has made you a bit too paranoid and sheltered from all those bodyguards with sticks up their you know what. I’m just saying I want you to prepare yourself to let loose for once in your life and what better time than this trip to Madrid with your best friend?” Libby asked. She grinned at me. “Think of it this way. This trip is your first real trip unsupervised. We are going to have a damn good time, Abi. I’m telling you.”
“I have no doubts that we will,” I replied with a grin. Excitement bubbled inside of me just thinking of it. Ever since I was five, I could remember a bodyguard always walking alongside me. Having a Dad who prosecuted terrorists on behalf of the United States government had a tendency to attract threats. Being the protective man my had always been, he took no chances when it came to the safety of my Mom and I. The bodyguards were always there.
It wasn’t until I hit college that I realized, with aggravation, that most of these guards had a tendency to relay information about every small detail of my life back to my Dad. It made dating a bit complicated, since most of the male population at Harvard knew exactly who my Dad was. From day one, guys were terrified to even go anywhere near me. The burly and big muscled bodyguards didn’t exactly make for attractive accessories for a petite gal like myself to flaunt around. All I’ve ever wanted was to be normal for a change.
Don’t get me wrong. I was always grateful for the hard work my Dad put into his career and constant efforts to ensure the safety and security of Mom and me; though, I would have given anything to just breathe a little. Growing up, that never really happened for me.
Not this time though. A jittery feeling filled me thinking of it. This time, I was on my own finally. It was liberating.
“Our postponed spring break,” Libby said, taking a sip of water. “At least we can do this before our jobs start up here in Manhattan.”
“Thankfully,” I said. “I know my Dad too. He’ll give me cases that keep me too occupied to think of anything else.”
“That’s why I’m telling you we
are going to find a sexy Spanish man to please you over the next three months.” Libby sighed dreamily as she twirled a golden curl around her finger. “Three months in Spain is terribly romantic. Maybe I’ll find a Spanish lover too. Oh… what if we found brothers? How cool would that be?”
“You will, but who knows about me. We know I’m not exactly a natural,” I said and gave Libby an envious look. She had killer tanned legs, long blonde curls, and looked fresh and put together no matter what time of the day it was. “You won’t have any problems attracting a Spanish man or any man for that matter. You don’t have problems in that department at all.”
“Neither do you,” Libby said. “You’re gorgeous, Abi. They are going to eat you up over there. Literally!!” Her laugh was contagious, but it was lost on me. My thought threatened to consume me.
I played with the ends of my hair nervously. I was the only one out of my circle of friends who had zero experience when it came to men. The last guy I had kissed was after a study session for my English Lit sophomore final. Naturally, the bodyguard at the time who followed me around reported that back to my parents. It was the awkward lecture afterward that deterred me from ever trying something again, though I thought about it all of the time.
And now, at twenty-two years old, I was still a virgin and fucking terrified of sex. The only things I’d been exposed to came from living vicariously through Libby who gladly filled me in on tricks and such.
I longed for it though— desperately. I was such a romantic nerd when it came to imagining my first time. Maybe on a bed covered in rose petals? I shook my head at the ridiculous thought. That wasn’t real. Most men, according to Libby, would do it anywhere you offered it. A bathroom? A closet? The back of a movie theater? Done.
