Written in the Stars (Small Town Bachelor Romance Book 3)

by Abby Knox

  It had driven both of them almost to the point of insanity, but it made tonight that much more erotic.

  She opened for him and she was more than ready. He dropped his pants, barely able to make it in time. Her warmth sheathed his cock and sent heat crackling through every cell in his body.

  “Baby, I missed this.” He thrust deeply into her and she gasped.

  “Me too. I missed your cock something awful. What a stupid idea to swear off sex.”

  He laughed. “Let’s never do that again.”

  “I agree,” she said, clamping down tightly and matching his rhythm as his thumbs pressed her tiny hard button.

  “I have had such a lady boner for you. Every time I see you all I can think about is all the things I want to do to you.”

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  She gasped as his speed grew more urgent. “I want to sit on your face in this dress.”

  “Baby, you can do anything you want to me in that dress.”

  Claire’s arms and legs suddenly gripped Devin as close as she possibly could as her sex clamped down with an aggressive tightness he hadn’t felt from her before. It sent Devin over the edge and he shattered inside her. “Oh god. You’re so tight I never want to leave.”

  He came until he was totally drained.

  Spent, he rolled back to catch his breath. He barely registered her hopping out of bed to freshen up.

  When she came back into bed, he could feel her hair all over him as she spread kisses from his neck down to his navel and all the way down. “I’ve been practicing my Kegels. Was that good?”

  “Fuckin’ amazing.”

  “Good,” she said with a sigh, rolling over to nibble on his shoulder. I’m glad you liked your wedding gift. Can I have mine now?”

  “Do it, girl.”

  She bit her lip. Devin knew he would never stop finding that little lip biting thing hot as hell.

  Claire straddled his chest, her naked sex hovering above him. He went to stroke her between her thighs to keep her warmed up, but she grabbed his wrists. He let her raise his arms up over his head. She took a scarf out of her bustier and tied up his wrists. “We don’t have a bed post in here, so we’ll just pretend you’re tied up, OK, love?”

  Damn if this didn’t make him hot for her all over again. When she finished tying him, she inched upward and teased his face with the soft fabric of her dress. Then she stood up over him and lifted her dress and began removing her garter belt. With that gone, she bent over to roll down her stockings. She bent all the way over until he could see right down her dress. The sight of her tits nearly bursting out of her neckline made his mouth water, but he could do nothing about it. Once her stockings were off, she knelt back down with her knees on either side of Devin’s head, her legs squeezed against his shoulders.

  The next moment, Devin could see nothing but ivory chiffon sliding over his face and her beautiful pussy nestling down toward him. His Claire moved over him slowly at first, her sex slicking his face with her delicious cream.

  Devin never knew he could be with a woman this good. Every inch of her body was sweeter than honey and more responsive to his touch than he could have ever wished for.

  When they first met, she seemed shy. But underneath, his Claire was a fierce protector and a fiercer lover. She threw herself into everything with passion. She was brave and full of surprises.

  His mouth chased her loveliness as she rocked up and down with a gradually increasing tempo. He drank her in like an addict and was completely intoxicated. She belonged to him. He knew it from the moment he set eyes on her.

  Her movements grew quicker and needier. She leaned over with her elbows on the mattress and laced their fingers together. She rocked quickly against his mouth until the wave of ecstasy washed over her and swept her away on a current of mind-blowing spasms. Devin felt her tender core flex as she cried out. He kissed her there and stroked her with his mouth, joining her in her climax. The heightened sensations as a result of being bound up and controlled by this fierce woman had made him come all over again, his only regret being it was not inside her welcoming body. But this moment was about her only fantasy, and he was overjoyed to be a part of it.

  After making love two more times that night, they slept like two pieces of old driftwood, both of them naked, utterly spent.

  In the morning, he woke her with the sunrise and made love to her again, this time slowly, their eyes locked together, whispering their desires for their future together. When finished, he warmed up some water over the fire. Then he went back into the tent, wrapped his Claire up in a quilt and picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the hill beyond the tent.

  “Sweetie,” she said. “You’re supposed to carry me over the threshold on the wedding night. Or did you forget?”

  He smiled at her and nodded to the ground. There was a wooden stake in the ground with a little flag attached to it. “This right here is where the threshold is.”

  She blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”

  He nodded eastward, where the sun was rising over the distant river. “Welcome to the view from your new back porch, Claire.”

  Her eyes were wide with confusion and then Devin watched it dawn on her.

  “What!?”

  “This is your wedding gift. This is why I took you here last night. This is where we’re going to build our house. If that’s OK with you.”

  She covered her mouth. She said nothing, but nodded.

  “Jackson is going to help. I’ll probably need you and the kids to help, too. It feels right, doesn’t it? I have enough to get started and in the meantime we can live in the rental. Or if you want, we can all five of us stay in the guest rooms at the bed and breakfast house during the off season. Maggie offered.”

  She alternately nodded and shook with shock. “Of course she did."

  “Well, what do you say?”

  “I say, don’t you dare put me down because I might faint.”

  He laughed. “That’s it?”

  She shook her head. “I’m so cold I can barely move my lips.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” she said playfully. “Let’s go put that hot water in the shower tank of yours and see if my lips can thank you properly.”

  She did not have to say it twice.

  THE END

  An excerpt from Abby’s next title, Coming in January 2018

  Witch, Please

  A second story in the Sisterhood Enchantment series

  Chapter One

  “Are you sure that thing isn’t too big?” asked Jenny as she tied her barmaid apron around her low-slung, barely-excusable replica of a kilt. She eyeballed the thing that Alex held in his hand.

  He shrugged. “”I found the biggest one I could that will still fit into this damn hole.”

  Jenny shook her head and smirked. “You’re such a perv,” she said. She pointed to the speaker. “That stack, is what I mean. The cord might fit into the outlet, but that speaker stack is way too big for this room.”

  Alex had spent all afternoon piecing together the ultimate sound system for the Valentine’s Eve Party for Stubby’s Tavern. He was finally pretty sure he had all he right cables attached to all the right equipment to produce maximum noise output tonight. He plugged in the main line to surge protector and flipped the switch to “on.” He chuckled at Jenny. “Aw, you just got your panties twisted because I had to take out one of your tables.”

  “Damn straight brother, and I’m not wearing any panties,” she said, tucking her notepad and pens into her apron.

  “Gross, Jenny. Come on.”

  “Gotcha.”

  Alex rolled his eyes and walked over to the stage, picked up his vintage Les Paul and plugged it in, letting the electric buzzing sound ease over him. It was the sound of the anticipation of sex, drugs and rock and roll. The tease right before the penetration. It would not be a stretch to say amplifier feedback gave Alex McAlister a hard on.
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  “I got news for you, little sis. Ain’t nobody gonna be sitting at tables in here tonight. I need you to make sure all the girls are moving the drinks fast. And I want you pushing the higher end shots. It’s a party, goddammit.”

  Jenny shook her had and smiled at her brother as she returned to her party-prep duties. When she propped open the back door leading to the alley behind the bar, a scruffy, three-legged dog ambled inside. “Hey Stubby,” she said, leaning over to give the mutt a scratch. “Your boss will find any reason to party, you know that?”

  “Don’t need an excuse,” Alex muttered. “This is your bread and butter too, I might add.” And with that, Alex tore into the first chord of “Sunshine of Your Love,” which, Alex believed, despite its dippy title was the fucking best guitar riff of all time, in his humble opinion. And not just because it was one of five classic Clapton songs he knew how to play with his amateur guitar noodling.

  Stubby, whom Alex believed was a mix of terrier and who-gives-a-shit, ran up to the stage and barked at him, letting him know he had company.

  The members of Black Dog, the Led Zeppelin tribute band that Alex had hired for the entertainment, had parked in the alleyway and were starting to unload their gear. Alex stopped dicking around on stage and hopped down to help the guys get their gear set up, then went back to his actual job of running a brew pub.

  He pulled out the blackboard sign from behind the bar, grabbed the chalk and gave it an update for the night’s offerings.

  Saint Valentine Red Ale

  Big V strawberry Cider

  Cupid’s Butt Stout

  Sloppy Seconds Lager

  Alex’s brews had won so many awards over the years he could pretty much call them anything he wanted and nobody would say a word against them.

  Except maybe that witch from across the street, he thought, as he and Stubby went outside to slap the sandwich board onto the sidewalk. In reality, it was an excuse to steal a glance at Kava. The little coffee shop, owned by the hottest of those weird chicks from that place up in the woods, was bustling with activity. Good. If the coffee lady had an event going on across the street tonight, it would only mean more customers for him, too.

  “OK, Stubs, you hang out here and charm the dinner crowds and do your thing. Give me a paw, hype man,” Alex said. Stubby gave him a doggy handshake and sat in his spot next to the sandwich board. “Good boy.”

  Alex and the witch, Alice, had never exchanged real face-to-face words before, but he had seen her at downtown chamber meetings. She was the only thing that kept him from falling asleep at these boredom fests. Why did they have to have meetings to plan things that could easily be planned via email? And why did they have to meet in the mornings, at a coffee shop full of over-caffeinated town boosters? Not the favorite scene of Alex, a dedicated night owl who didn’t much care for coffee or sunlight. Alice’s penchant for never wearing a bra was his one and only draw. And, for some reason, being out in the early morning sunlight didn’t bother him quite as much when Alice was present.

  Whenever they had exchanged glances, it was usually because of her pointed annoyance with him. Whether it was because of his ballcap pulled down tight above his dark sunglasses, or because he slouched in his chair and stayed in the shadows, he didn’t know. But he kind of liked that annoyed look on her face. She made annoyed look sexy. Which worked for him because he was pretty sure he was good at making annoying look sexy.

  Alice had also given Alex the impression she was stuck up. He had seen her looking over at his bar with a snooty expression on her face, rolling her eyes at his crude signage.

  Alex had often wanted to ask her what was her problem, but she always swirled around with a flourish of those layers of skirts. Fine, he would think. March back into your own little world of overpriced coffee, and of figuring out new and different ways to charge people money to see a bunch of moldy old buildings they called a “living history museum” on the top of some creepy hill in the woods.

  He dusted the chalk off on his jeans and watched Alice wiping down tables across the street. She was leaning over in her white flimsy peasant blouse, and he could see the tops of her breasts jiggling around seductively as she cleaned. He may not care for her attitude, or the general attitude of most of those oddball women she hung out with, but damn. He sure did appreciate those peasant blouses.

  Not that he was at all interested in anything Alice did with those museum chicks they called “The Sisters.”

  And not that he would care to watch whatever it was they did up there on Colony Hill. Nope. Not. At. All.

  Well. Maybe just a little.

  About the Author

  Abby Knox lives a dual life. Fantasy Abby would love to either live on a farm with Ryan Gosling, where she could raise goats and chickens; or live in a magical cottage in the woods as a historical re-enactor. Reality Abby desires neither to muck out stalls nor to wear bloomers. So, the ever-pragmatic Reality Abby keeps Fantasy Abby happy by putting her into sweet little works of romantic fiction with her pretend hobbies. Both Abbies hope you enjoy this brand of sweet, sexy — and sometimes weird — storytelling. This is Abby’s fourth book.

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  Also by Abby Knox

  From the Small-Town Bachelor Series

  Take Me Home

  Game Face

  From the Sisterhood Enchantment, a paranormal romance series

  Some Basic Witch

  Witch, Please (January 2018)

  And … coming in February 2018…

  Her Big Easy Wedding, part one

  The first installment in a five-part short-read paranormal romance!

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