But with her it seems my playbook was outdated. Nothing felt like the norm about this shit, which means I’m basically playing it by ear.
I know that if I open this door there are only one of two ways this thing could end. Either I claim her as mine, something that strikes fear in my gut even as I stand here looking at her with want.
Or I use her like I always do and move on when I’ve had my fill. I’m not the man to do some fucked up shit like that to a woman who’s already been fucked over by some asshole with a dick. I guess I have my answer.
Logan
“Excuse us aunt Charlie.” I took Belle’s hand and helped her up from her chair. “We won’t be long.”
“You watch yourself now you hear me Logan Carter Jr.?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Belle’s hand was shaking in mine and there was a faint blush on her cheeks. So fucking sweet. Her voice might be cultured and she has that sophisticated air about her, but she was a southern girl down to her pretty little pink toes.
She had an air of innocence about her that fascinated me even as it mixed and mingled with that sexual allure she had going on. If I had to think about it, she was everything I’d never known that I wanted.
A perfect blend of sweet and sexy with just a hint of sassiness to round that shit out. The kind of woman you stay fucking, but you treasure her as more than just a fuck bunny.
I never had that before. The fuck bunny part yeah, but I never looked beyond that shit to anything more. I never had to because I always chose women who knew the score and who were only out for a good time themselves.
I could see us together, see me coming home to her after a long day and falling into her arms. Could already feel her beneath me, taking my cock as I fuck into her sweet softness every damn day of the week.
Even now I wanted to bypass the niceties and take her out back somewhere and lay her down to take me. But I knew that now wasn’t the time, not with her grandmother just a few feet away in any case.
No, when I get into my beauty, I’m gonna stay inside her for a long fucking time I’m sure. I already know it’s going to take a great many fucks before I slate my thirst for this one.
And not just because of her body, but because of this thing she has growing inside me. She brings out every protective instinct in me, shit that I didn’t even know existed. Not for me anyway.
I wanted to coddle her almost as much as I wanted to fuck her. It was a new feeling for me, and a huge difference from what I am accustomed to. I can honestly say that no other woman have ever made me feel any of what she does.
The need to fuck, protect, own, was strong, none stronger than the other. I was already dreading leaving her again and I just got here. That in itself was very telling, I’m not one for lingering.
But with her I felt something shift in her presence. Almost like now that I’d found her, I needed her to breathe. That’s some corny shit that I never expected to come out of my thoughts, but there you have it. Damn girl was almost tailor made for me.
“Did you ask your grandma about me?”
“Yes.” She still didn’t look at me even though I’d been staring at the side of her head for the past five minutes like a sap.
“Good girl!” I squeezed her hand as we stepped down off the back porch into the yard.
The scents and sounds brought back memories. The sweet honey suckle vine and the magnolia blossoms. Birds twittering away in the branches of the oaks and birch trees that were scattered around. I remembered it all from my childhood.
Her hand in mine felt natural, at least for me, she was still tense though, her steps still unsure. Poor thing, just her luck she met someone like me right after her divorce. I’m hungry as fuck and she’s scared.
“Relax Belle, if you asked her about me then I’m sure you know you have nothing to worry about.”
“Not necessarily. She might know only one side of you.” There was a little bit of a bite to her words so I’m guessing she isn’t as timid as she appears.
“I also asked about you, I hear you’re newly divorced.” Her hand literally shook in mine and I thought I heard her breath hitch. I’m not sure if that was because I’d asked or because I knew about her failed marriage.
“Yes I’m divorced, what about it?” I’ma have to get her to calm her little ass down about this shit. It was obvious that she had a chip on her shoulder when it came to that particular issue, but I’m not the one.
“I’m just letting you know that I know, in case it was something you were fighting with sharing.” I kept my tone even and polite unlike her snippy ass. In the off chance that she’d get the hint.
“Why would I care what you think?” What an angry little girl. She might be saying that shit but I felt the truth in the tremble in her hand.
With that said, it looks like she’s the one starting off on the wrong foot. That subdued anger shit is for the birds. Granted I expect her to feel a way because of what she’d been through, but I’ve never been the type to accept blame for someone else’s bullshit. And now is not the time to start.
“I hear you, and I know what place you’re coming from with all that attitude, but let me tell you something. I’m not your ex, so I have no plans whatsoever of paying the price for whatever the fuck it is that he did.”
She tried tugging her hand out of mine. “Don’t do that. There’re two people on this lane.” I pointed at the dirt track we were walking on that led to the little garden gate at the back of the property.
“I understand that you have a past, and so do I. I’m not gonna make you suffer for some of the fucked up shit that was done to me and you’re not about to do it to me. Are we clear?”
I could see that we were gonna have a problem in the future. The wide eyed little girl lost stare she gave me had me wanting to take back the semi harsh words and lay down at her damn feet.
“Answer me!” She nodded her head but that look did not leave her face. It was obvious that no one had ever spoken to her like that before and I’m sure that look of hers had always gotten her-her way in the past. She’s going to be trouble.
A handful of southern beauty, the real deal. Like my mama and grandma and all the other belles I’d grown up around. Strong women who knew their worth and didn’t give a good damn!
My dick was all but genuflecting and doing handsprings like he’d found his soul mate or some shit. I know what that means. Women are fond of saying men think with their dicks, this is true.
But in my case he sometimes makes more sense than my brain. He’s turned up his nose at some fine shit in the past that turned out to be a disaster for someone else.
You know those situations where you thank your lucky stars that you’d missed that bullet? Like when you see a woman you think is hot but you just can’t get it up for her? Then two weeks later you get a call from your buddy who went there and she’s cray? Yeah, my boy’s very fucking discerning that way.
Now the difference between this time and all the others is, he wasn’t just being greedy for some skin to skin, he was fucking elated. Say what you want, I know my dick. We’ve been out here in these streets together for a long fucking time.
Right now he was giving her the side eye, checking shit out, liking what he saw. But what’s surprising is that he’s willing to wait. Now that’s some respect right there. My boy had found his first keeper.
I didn’t let go of her hand as we walked in silence for the next five minutes, both of us apparently lost in our own thoughts. I’m amazed at how comfortable that shit felt. My boy was prodding me to get my shit moving though. He ain’t that patient.
“So what’re your plans?”
“What do you mean?” That voice, damn.
“I mean what are your plans? Are you here for good, you heading back east at some point, what?”
She gave me one of those quick side looks before looking away again. There was something so vulnerable about her that I can’t help but feel shit that I’m not used to. The women I b
edded in the past were usually as much of a player as I.
It’s too early to say that she’s not as tough or assertive as the women out west, but I hope she never loses that innocent purity that came off of her in waves.
I’m sure some people would say it’s unfair. I’ve fucked everything with a heartbeat. Some of them would’ve done anything to get my ring on their finger, and I’ve chosen to settle down with a ‘good girl’. Whatever!
“I think I’m going to be here for a little while at least.” Okay, so I can breathe a little easier. Though that little while shit is for the birds.
“And what do you have planned while you’re here?”
“I haven’t given it much thought. I just needed to get away from life for a while.” I stopped walking and turned to look at her. She finally turned to look at me and I almost lost my damn train of thought. How is she so fucking beautiful?
It wasn’t just her face. Looking into her eyes I could almost get lost for sure. But it was more the way I felt inside being this close to her and a whole host of other things that I didn’t have a name for just yet.
“You’re too beautiful to let anyone make you step away from your life. It’s too short for that shit. I know you’re recently divorced. I’m gonna ask you about that in a minute, but I will tell you, you don’t give that much of yourself to someone who don’t deserve it.”
She looked a bit taken aback but I’ll give her an A for effort because she regrouped really fast. I’ma call her the comeback queen. Either that or the attitude princess. Girl has it in spades.
“How do you know that it wasn’t my fault?” I took my time and gave her an honest answer.
“I don’t see it.” That seemed to stump her and it was her step that faltered.
“Thank you…I guess.”
“I’m only going to ask you one thing. Please tell me you didn’t marry a man who was dumb enough to let go of someone like you.”
She blushed like her grandma and turned her face away. “You don’t know what kind of person I am. Maybe he was right to walk away.” The sadness in her voice made my gut hurt.
“I don’t believe that, you know why? Because I’ve only been in your presence twice and I can already tell that you’re good to the core.” I saw the surprise that flashed in her eyes before she lowered her lids.
It’s true! I don’t know how or why I know it, but I feel it deep in my gut. I’m not usually one to jump into shit feet first, and I hardly ever take anything at face value.
I just spent the last ten years in the land of make believe, where people can change character at the flip of a coin. But something told me that that sweet outer shell enveloped an even sweeter core beneath.
We walked on and I kept the conversation light. Asking her things like how she liked the area, just to get a feel for her thoughts. It wasn’t easy getting her to open up, but it wasn’t the nightmare I’d imagined either.
She didn’t remain tense for long once she realized that I wasn’t about to jump her and take it. It was tough, but I kept myself in check and didn’t spend the whole walk looking at her ass and tits.
Now I’m one of those rare breeds that can tell within five minutes if I was gonna like someone. In the past that shit was my measuring stick because I knew I wasn’t gonna be with that person for longer than a couple fucks, or four.
With this one, there was way more on the line. I was treading unfamiliar waters, trying to find my footing. And uncharacteristically for me, caring more about her feelings than my own.
Logan
We came to the little stream that ran along the back of her grandma’s property and stopped. I wonder why all my childhood haunts got me to thinking about her and I sharing time together in the places I’d once loved.
I could see us skinny dipping under the moonlight. Her trying to be quiet while I fuck her so her screams and moans don’t travel to her grandma up at the house.
She’d tapped into something inside me, something that had never been exposed before. I ain’t never in my life imagined doing shit with a female other than a good hard fuck. True story.
I moved in the kind of circles where everyone pretty much knew the rules of the game. Everyone was basically looking for a good time before moving on to the next.
The kinda shit my mama and grandma would have a screaming fit over if they only knew the half of it. As we stood there looking out over the water, I thought of how life had come full circle.
Was it fate that had brought me back here at this time? Did she have anything to do with my sudden hungering for home? I know the old folks in these parts believe in that hoodoo shit, but I was never one to accept.
Now I can’t help but feel there’s something more at play here. I mean what are the odds that I’d come back home after years of swearing I never would, and running into the most perfect woman I’d ever laid eyes on? And her turning out to be the granddaughter of my grandma’s best friend.
That shit only happens in the movies. The reason I’ve always been able to keep my heart out of the game is because no one woman of my acquaintance has ever had it all.
Some had the body and not the face, or vice versa. None had the inner workings that’s for sure. Belle has not only the beauty of face and body, but that extra something that pulls at me even though I can’t see it with the naked eye and have no fucking idea what ‘it’ is.
“Are you always this quiet?” I sound like an ass but I had no game. She’d sucked it all out of me. None of my usual lines seemed appropriate and I found myself not wanting to treat her the way I’d done anyone else before.
“What would you like me to say? This is all rather sudden and very new. Since you know about my divorce I guess you know that I met my husband in college. He was the only man I ever dated…” She swallowed hard and I hated that she still felt anything for this unknown man, even if it was hate.
I was all in my feelings and shit, forgetting the fact that I’d had more partners than I could even remember. That shit didn’t matter apparently. Far as I can tell, this falling in love shit dries up all your damn brain cells.
I’m jealous of a man I don’t know, mad at her for having a life before me, all while trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on inside my head. I’m not one to share, but I’ve never been jealous of a damn thing in my life.
“Tell me about him.” I still held her hand in mine so I felt her tension come back.
“I don’t feel like talking about him right now.” She looked down at the ground, kicking at the weeds that grew there near the water’s edge.
“Talk!” I didn’t look at her when she finally lifted her head and I felt her eyes on my face. She didn’t answer me fast enough so I squeezed her hand gently to get her going.
“I said…”
“I heard what you said.” I looked at her now because sometimes my facial expressions can say more than words. This time was no different. Her sassy ass huffed before she turned back to the water but she gave me what I wanted.
“What do you want to know? We met in college, fell in love, at least I thought we did. Then two years after we got married I found out he was sleeping with my best friend.”
Mother-fuck… “Was that the first time?” Her hand went weak in mine before she got herself together. “No!” Her answer was low and heartfelt and if I knew where the bastard was I’d go kick his ass up one side and down the other.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry that the man who got there before me didn’t have the good sense to see you for the treasure that you are; forgive me. But I know that you’re smart enough to know that not all men are alike.”
She stared at me as though trying to see into my head. Past the smooth words to the truth beneath. I could’ve told her that it was all new to me too. That the shit was almost involuntary at this point.
But I’m guessing that after getting burnt, she’s now more into show than tell. “Come on, I’m taking you out for a late lunch or an early dinner wh
ichever one you choose.” I tugged on her hand and headed back to the house.
On the way back, with her hand still held firmly in mine, I asked her questions about herself to get her talking so she could maybe remember that she was a whole person without the asshole.
There’s nothing more frustrating than watching a beautiful woman waste herself on some asshole that doesn’t deserve the time of day. Besides, the more I kept her talking and getting her to open up, the easier it will be for me to gauge the situation.
I needed to know where her head was before I could decide on my next move. If she needed me to listen, to be an ear for her to bend, I have no problem with that. Just as long as she knows where I stand.
If it takes me longer than two days to get inside her pussy that would be a record for me. I’m usually in there within the first twenty-four. And though I got the sense that she might need more time, there’s no guarantee that I was gonna give it to her.
It will seem to me to be the epitome of fuckery that the woman I’d decided to spend the rest of my life with would be the one to give me blue balls. I came to this conclusion due to the fact that my dick stayed hard from the moment I pulled into her grandmother’s driveway ‘til now.
Luckily for her, he was being on his best behavior, but since this shit was new to him too, I have no way of knowing how long that shit would last.
The fact that she lived with her grandmother and I was now staying in the guesthouse at my parents’ place while my own home was being built might call for some maneuvering, but that’s nothing I can’t handle.
But again the question as to just how far I was willing to go reared its head. I know down to my core that she’s not the type I can bed and walk away from. So if I go there with her, especially in this town and with our families being as close as they are, I’d better have the best of intentions.
That’s where this little outing comes in. There’s nothing in the last half an hour that would change my already made up mind, so this was all for her.
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