Wild: A Small Town Romance (Love in Lone Star Book 2)

by Ashley Bostock

  “Touch me, Baby. You’ve seen me before. Been with me before, I’m nothing new.”

  “Thatcher, it’s been almost five years. Look at you. You’re all grown up. All…muscular and the hair on your chest and stomach,” I swallowed, glancing at his erection, “You’re bigger.”

  He laughed and I giggled, feeling shy once again. Ignoring the shyness, I was after all butt naked, I leaned and got to my knees. He stood at the edge of the bed waiting for my move and I circled his nipples with my index finger, enjoying the goosebumps and how they hardened from my “almost touch.”

  “It’s hard not to capture you and fuck you hard and right, the way you need.”

  My breasts became heavy at the idea and I smirked, “Have patience, Thatcher.”

  I silenced his next words with a kiss and I allowed my hands to wander. Wander to the package below. He was warm even through the fabric and his hips shifted into my hand as I massaged the length of him. I dipped my hand into the waistband and pulled the shorts down enough that his cock sprang free and held the briefs in place allowing me to get a good look. My palm ran along his head, hot and smooth, with a dab of moisture coating the width.

  I cupped my palm and fingers around his girth and watched his expression as he relished my touch. His eyes were half-closed and I continued to admire him. As I stroked him, he grunted and it egged me on, knowing full well I had power over him. His eyes closed and I memorized his cock. The solid vein lines, the smooth head and his large balls. I grabbed them with my free hand, squeezing gently, just so I could get the full effect. His entire package.

  He grasped my wrist, “Turn around. Kneel on the bed. I’m going to fuck you from behind. I want to feel your tight lips surrounding my head. I want to feel your juices coating me.”

  I did as I was told and waited, quivering on my knees, for him to enter me. I turned my head and watched him sheath himself with a condom.

  “I want to do that next time,” I said.

  “It’s yours.”

  He braced himself on the edge of the bed and with his hands on my hips, he pulled me toward him. The connection was immediate. He could have fallen into me in one swoop. Instead, he took his lazy time rubbing against my sex with the head of his dick. Teasing me, is what I call it.

  “You ready for me, Abigail?”

  He was positioned for entrance and instead of answering verbally, I pushed against him. Above his grunt, I gasped. He was large, filling me to the brim. I was overconfident pushing against him that way and I realized I’d forgotten what sex was like. Real hot-blooded sex with a hot-blooded man to boot.

  It was like being reborn again. When neither one of us moved, I pointed my chin over my shoulder.

  “This isn’t going to work, woman.”

  Was the not-being-able-to-breathe part bothering him too?

  “Your pussy is too tight. You’re going to have me losing it in two pumps flat.”

  I pouted and pushed against him, wanting it. Wanting him to do me like this. Hard. His fingers bit into my hips in an effort to hold me still.

  “Uh-uh.”

  He pulled halfway out of me, both of us savoring the painfully sweet feel of one another. When he was out, his head bobbing against my lips, he thrust into me once more. Hard. Deep. Not just once. Twice. Three times. He pulled out. Our breaths loud in the quiet of his room.

  “Come here.”

  He fell onto the bed next to me and suddenly I was on top of him, staring down into those wondrous blue eyes of his. I was surprised at the bite marks along my inner thighs as I spread myself across him. He lifted me onto him and I took all of him. Inch by inch. As far as I could go. I found my rhythm and rode him as his hands played with my breasts, pinching and pulling my hard nipples. When he leaned up and captured one of my nipples with his mouth, I exploded. The orgasm was unlike the two he’d given me before. This one was drawn out, his teeth bit into my flesh and I rode him as hard and fast as I could, hoping he would become powerless beneath me.

  “Is this what you imagined it would be like, Thatcher?”

  “Better. Don’t stop. I want one more from you, Baby.”

  “I want one from you. I’ve been waiting so long for you. So long to have you inside me.”

  “Me too. Ride it out. Ride it out again. That clit is the greediest sex button I know. She’s dying to come for me. Once more.”

  He was right. She was. I was. He pushed into my clitoris with his long fingers and I throbbed into them as I bucked back and forth willing him to orgasm. Joke was on me though because a few thrusts and whatever magic he was doing with his fingertips, had me orgasming yet again.

  His thumb brushed my lip, parting my mouth open. He stuck it inside my mouth and I began sucking on it.

  “That’s it. Suck on it. Taste yourself.”

  I rolled my tongue around his thumb tasting myself on him as I moved my hips, simultaneously sucking everything his thumb offered. He leaned forward, capturing my waist with his free hand to stop my torment on him as I finally brought him to ecstasy.

  For a second neither of us moved as we lay gasping for air. Then I rolled off him so he could take care of the condom and the next thing I knew, dawn was streaming through his window curtains and I was trapped against him with both of his arms holding me close. I listened for sounds of Thayer to be awake or walking around above us when I spotted his clock telling me it was only five forty-five in the morning. I relaxed into Thatcher’s arms.

  Dear God, I never wanted to leave him. This position. This home. Last night had been better than amazing and I damn well knew my heart would be anchored here once we’d had sex. Crap. Probably wasn’t the best decision I’d ever made. It’d felt like the best last night though. I wiggled around so I could peek at him while he slept. He looked so peaceful and sexy. Amazing how he could have such long lashes when I tried everything to get mine to look like his. I found myself tracing the stubble along his chin and above his lips. I gently placed my index finger along his bottom lip and slowly ran it across those soft, pink treasures when he began kissing my finger and I smiled.

  “Good morning,” he mumbled in a sleep-induced voice, his eyes still closed.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “I’m glad you did. It’s not every morning I get to see the mother of my child in all her beauty.”

  “Oh stop.”

  “I’m serious Abigail. Last night was-”

  “A dream?” I finished for him.

  He chuckled, “Yeah, it was. Wasn’t it? Did you ever think we would be together again?”

  “I always wanted to. I was married on paper only, so my mind and my heart were always daydreaming about you. Especially whenever I touched myself, it was always you who was there. Always you who was bringing me to orgasm.”

  “Don’t stop. Tell me more about this touching yourself.”

  “What? Don’t act like you never do it! But since my toy- well, you know.” I shrugged.

  He leaned up on his elbow, his eyes curious. “No, I don’t know. Tell me. I’m dying to know. What toy?”

  “I needed something all that time.”

  “I know,” he nodded. “Tell me all about it. What did it look like?”

  “It was blue. It took two double A batteries. That’s it.”

  “No, it’s not. Details, woman, I want details.”

  “No,” I laughed, playfully smacking him on the arm.

  “Yes. How long was it?”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes.”

  “Like this,” I showed him the length using my hands.

  “Circumference?”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary for you to know.”

  “It is. I have to know what I’m up against. If I can fulfill what you’ve been accustomed to for so long. Was it as wide as mine?”

  “Oh yeah. It was. Bigger. Which is why I didn’t want to have this conversation.” The look on his face was priceless and I tried so dang hard not to burst into fits
of laughter.

  “You’re teasing, aren’t you? You squealed like a stuck pig when you were on your knees.”

  “The look on your face was worth it.”

  “So…it took batteries.”

  I shook my head, “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

  “Hell no. So it was blue, about this long and this wide. Did the whole thing vibrate or what?”

  “No. Just the…” my cheeks heated, “just the bunny ears.”

  I quickly looked away.

  “Just the ears,” he repeated in amusement. Not a question. More as if he were discussing this out loud to himself, contemplating the ins and outs of a product.

  “So it was like this?” he pulled the cover back and exposed his massive hard-on. My face couldn’t get any hotter. The fact that I had a toy sort of slipped out and now I was mortified.

  My mortification quickly turned to arousal as he gripped his shaft with one hand and demonstrated, quite accurately, where the bunny ears were positioned on my toy.

  “Yes, Abby?”

  Hmmm? “Oh yeah, yes. Just like that.”

  “And it just tickled your clit into oblivion, huh?” He was stroking his penis now in slow, sure movements. Up and down, up and down.

  “Abby?”

  “Yeah, I said. No. I mean. Not into oblivion, really. Okay, yes it did. Into oblivion.” Up and down, up and down.

  “We’re going to get you another one. I have to see this.”

  He continued to stroke himself, up and down while I watched. The air conditioner kicked on blowing cool air across my bare breasts causing my nipples to harden.

  “Thayer’s probably going to wake up soon, Abby. Why don’t you just get on it?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Thatcher

  “Don’t fucking tell me.”

  We could see the smoke billowing in the sky as we drove along Main Street. The street was lined with cars all pulled over haphazardly.

  “Is it the newspaper?”

  I jerked the truck over into an empty spot I found, not close enough to see which building was on fire. But close enough to know it was near Abby’s work. Before I’d put it into park, she was already out of the truck. I grabbed Thayer and lifted him onto my shoulders in order to keep up with Abby.

  “Wait up,” I yelled after her.

  She turned a second and paused and I quickly caught up to her.

  “It’s the paper. I know it is, Thatcher.”

  Sure enough, the old brick building was going up in flames. The brick was still standing and was containing the fire within much like a bonfire burn barrel. Luckily it sat alone and wasn’t close enough to other buildings as much of the downtown was. Different buildings but built so close to one another they often tricked newcomers.

  “No. Not again. How could this happen? Surely someone saw something this time.”

  Abby wiped tears from her cheeks as she watched the fire burn and I imagined she was watching her house all over again.

  “What’s happening?” Thayer asked from his perch.

  I shifted him over so I could pull him down and set him on the pavement. I got eye to eye with him and my stomach did somersaults at the unshed tears in his eyes.

  “Somehow your mama’s work caught fire. The firefighters are doing their best to put it out. Look at them. See? Heroes, aren’t they?”

  “Yeah, like Spider-Man?”

  Assuming he wasn’t referring to his turtle and the actual Spider-Man, I nodded. “Yes, like Spider-Man. Everything will be okay, you’ll see.”

  “Is it just like the fire at our house?”

  “It is Buddy. It’s going to take some time to put it out.”

  “Thatcher?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think I want to be a fireman when I grow up. Like you.”

  “I’m not a fireman. I own a feed store, remember?”

  “I know. But you’re a hero and I want to be a hero, too.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to ask him why he thought I was a hero. I couldn’t force any words to come out though. I wasn’t a hero. I don’t know why he thought so.

  “Thatcher? I got here as fast as I could. Where’s Abby?”

  Abby’s mom leaned in for a quick hug and bent down to pick up Thayer.

  “She was standing here a second ago.” I scanned the crowd of heads looking for Abigail’s strawberry highlights.

  “She’s over there. Is that Miranda Phillips?”

  “Thatch.” Cap and Ryan stood next to me, both watching the scene before us.

  “Miranda came into work early. Thankfully she wasn’t inside when the fire started. I’d be busting heads if anything happened to her.”

  I shook hands with both of them as Lorna smiled and said hello.

  “Any word on what happened?” I asked.

  “Nothing, man. Hell, it’s early still. When’s he got to be at school?”

  Shit. “Now.”

  “I’ll take him,” Lorna offered. “Doing no good standing ‘round here being in the way. Let Abby know I came by and took him to school. Where’s your backpack Honey?”

  “It’s in my truck. I can go get it.”

  “No. You stay here with Abby. She needs you. She pretends she’s strong but the divorce, her house and now her work? She’s gonna break at some point. She trusts you. She needs you.”

  I swallowed thinking about Thayer and this hero shit. Some hero I was when I had a secret agenda.

  “My truck’s unlocked. See it down there? Thanks, Lorna, for taking him.”

  “My pleasure. Let’s get you to school. Say goodbye.”

  Thayer embraced my leg with his little arms, his hero comment still clogging my throat. “Take care. See you later.”

  Once they walked off I turned to the guys and Cap caught my eye no doubt wondering what’s been going on in my world.

  “This is bad shit, man.”

  “What sick fucker would do this?” Ryan asked.

  “Don’t know. It can’t be an accident, can it?”

  “This is the third fire in just as many weeks. Lone Star has two thousand people. You already know Abby’s was set intentionally. What was the story on the other one?”

  “You should know, you’re married to the reporter.”

  “Not married yet. Besides, last I knew was the fire marshal was still investigating.”

  “Here they come now,” Cap said.

  Abigail flew into my arms. Her body was trembling and I squeezed her tighter in the hopes I could get them to stop.

  “Your mom took Thayer to school,” I said.

  “What am I going to do?” she whispered into my neck.

  “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

  “You didn’t see anything?” Cap asked Miranda.

  I didn’t know Miranda all that well. I’d only met her in passing before Ryan and she hooked up and been around her a few times now. She wasn’t always a good kid and living in a small town, it didn’t take long for everyone to form an opinion about her. I’d been a little skeptical when she and Ryan began dating because I wasn’t convinced she didn’t have an agenda. Pot calling the kettle black I know. However, my reservations about her hadn’t panned out and getting to know her – the real her – she was no different than the rest of us. I hadn’t seen Ryan this happy since before his parents got killed in a car wreck. I could only assume that she was doing good by him.

  “I came in early because I’ve been doing research about those other fires,” she glanced at Abby, “and it was fate, really. I spilled my coffee – you know the kind I like from the gas station – and so I cleaned up the mess, got my purse and ran over to get a refill. That’s when we all saw it going up in flames. Ryan, all of my research was in there. My notebook. All the papers about…”

  Her voice trailed off and Ryan pulled her into his side. Surely the newspaper kept all their records in a different building, right? That would only make sense. I almost asked Miranda when Abby
pulled out of my embrace and turned toward the four of us.

  “She was investigating the fires. Remember the ones I told you about awhile back? Which means, whatever work she was working on, is no more. Luckily everything is online now though as far as past articles and papers, so the biggest detriment’s probably going to be the servers. Until we can get those rebuilt, we’re out of a job. I can’t believe this.”

  I gripped Abby’s hand, trying to give her as much support as I could.

  “You’ll be fine. We’ll make this work I promise.” I don’t know how I’d suddenly promised her and Thayer something in less than twenty minutes, but suddenly my life was all about making sure they were protected. Loved. Taken care of. I was certainly no hero like the men fighting the fire but I wasn’t going to let anyone else try and take my place with these two. Which meant I had something big I had to do. Later. It would have to wait until Abby was stable enough to be on her own.

  “Will you take me home, please? To your home, Thatcher.”

  “It can be your home too, okay?”

  “For now. Okay.”

  How about forever? My conscious questioned.

  “I’m going to take her home once I run by the feed store. I’m not going to be open today.” I told the three of them.

  “Need me to fill in? I ain’t got nothing going on today. I can keep it open for you.”

  “Nah, man. Appreciate it, but I’m good. Depending on how she feels, I’ll swing back into town a little later. I have some business I need to take care of. In fact, Abby, how would you feel about driving up to Deer Creek and spending the day with me there?”

  “Okay,” she wiped away her remaining tears and gave Miranda a hug.

  About an hour later, I helped Abigail out of my truck but not before I placed a kiss on her forehead.

  “I’m sorry about everything you’re going through. Let me know if there is anything I can do to make any of this better.”

  “Thatcher, I haven’t been very gracious about you lately. Thank you for everything you’ve been doing for Thayer and me. We up and invaded your life and you’ve been taking it all in stride. All you’ve been worried about is our well-being and you haven’t once complained. I will pay you back for all of this-”