Fall in Love Book Bundle: Small Town Romance Box Set

by Grover Swank, Denise

  She swallowed hard. “May I move my hands?”

  Desire hit him in the gut, and his appreciation for her grew. She was far beyond delightful. She was damn near perfect. “You asking me that is going to get you well rewarded,” he promised.

  “It better.”

  He was smiling, but she wouldn’t be able to see it with his face against her neck. He nipped her lightly, then said, “Yes, you may move your hands.”

  Her thumbs hooked into the straps of the thong, and she pulled it down to mid-thigh, where she let it go. The thong dropped around her ankles and those cock-teasing heels.

  Griffin unapologetically leaned back to take a look. Charlotte propped a hand on one hip and let him.

  She was amazing.

  “Damn,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “Thank you for moving your hands.”

  “How about you start moving your hands again now?” She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

  His hands gladly glided over her body, from her breasts to her ass, and then one hand settled between her thighs, circling her clit.

  “Spread your legs.” His voice was low and gruff.

  She did. His finger slid into her, and they both moaned. She was tight and so hot, and his body was screaming at him for more.

  He pumped his finger deep twice, then added a second, loving her breathy moan. He covered her lips with his as he thrust faster, adding pressure to her clit with the pad of his thumb. He rubbed in a gentle circle as he stroked deep with two fingers, kissing her hungrily. He wanted to feel and hear her come apart.

  But a moment later, she pushed him back.

  “I do have one more question for you.” She was practically panting.

  He hadn’t stopped moving his fingers. “Okay.”

  “Do you have a condom?”

  Now, he froze.

  Of course, he didn’t have a condom. He was definitely not the guy who walked around with a condom in his wallet on the sheer chance that he might have a random hookup in the barn. He carefully planned everything as much as possible, especially interactions with other humans. And he never took intimate interactions, like sex, for granted.

  “I’m going to take your obvious shock as a no,” Charlotte said.

  “No, I don’t have a condom.” He started to lean back, withdrawing his fingers, but she quickly grasped his forearm.

  “Oh, where do you think you’re going?”

  He looked down at her. He was very aware of the fact that his fingers were in the most intimate place they could be. “I thought maybe we had just discovered a reason to stop.”

  “You don’t need a condom for your fingers.”

  Well, she had a point. A very good point, considering how much he did not want to remove his fingers from where they were.

  “Are you going to make me ask you nicely for this too?” she asked.

  He should. He really should. Not only would that be hot, it would make him feel back in control again after realizing he’d gotten to this point without remembering that he didn’t have protection.

  True, he was usually prepared for the worst, and nothing about the situation with Charlotte was qualifying as “the worst” anything, but he was very rarely caught off guard.

  It was just another example of how this woman had been a surprise from the minute they’d started talking.

  He leaned in and kissed her. That was way better than talking anyway. He was past the teasing. This woman had been mixing him up from the moment she’d asked about his metaphorical carrot. It was time to finish their very enjoyable time together and say good night.

  If he were a stronger man, he would take his hands off her body, wish her a good evening, and walk his ass out of this barn right now. But he wasn’t a stronger man. At least not with this woman.

  Actually, he could imagine himself doing exactly that with any other woman he’d met. But the idea of walking away from Charlotte right now was unfathomable.

  And he was suddenly not sure that Paris was far enough away.

  Griffin moved his fingers, stroking her deep, his thumb rubbing over her clit, kissing her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, gripped his forearm tighter, and arched closer to his hand.

  He was, indeed, pressing her against the barn wall. One of her hands was already holding his arm as if afraid he was going to leave her. The other came out and circled the back of his neck, holding him into their kiss, her tongue stroking his as enthusiastically as he was her.

  She lifted one foot, still clad in one of her crazy shoes, wrapped her leg around his, and tucked her heel at the back of his knee. It opened her even wider, and Griffin read her plea clearly. He curled his fingers, stroking over her G-spot, feeling the resultant ripple of her pussy.

  Now she tore her mouth away from his as she gasped his name.

  “Griffin!”

  Both hands dug into his muscles where she held him and her head thumped back against the wall behind her.

  “Yes! Oh, Griffin! Yes!”

  “You know I am really going to think about adding delightful to my regular vocabulary,” Griffin told her. “Because everything about this sweet pussy, from how tight it is, to how hot it is, to how wet it is”—he thrust again, curling his fingers against her G-spot—”is absolutely…” He rubbed over her clit with his thumb, and she gasped. “Fucking.” He circled her clit more firmly and fingered her faster as she moaned. “Delightful.”

  “Griffin.” She gripped his arm even tighter.

  “Yes, yes, Charlotte, just let go.”

  “You’re so good at this.”

  “You are the best thing to happen to me in this town in the six months I’ve been here.”

  She cried out his name. He felt her clamp down around his fingers as she came apart.

  He didn’t know why that was what had sent her over the edge, but he was damn grateful to have felt and heard it. That was going to fuel some pretty hot nights to come.

  Charlotte took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled him in for a kiss.

  Griffin slipped his fingers from her pussy and gripped her ass against his hard cock. He swept her mouth with his tongue and relished the feel of her pressing against him as if he hadn’t just gotten her off.

  This woman could have any man she wanted. He was certain of that. And it was more than just her delicious curves and her long silky hair and big blue eyes. It was the way she carried herself, her attitude, her wit, and her humor. This was not the type of woman who got so much as felt up in a barn, not to mention stripped bare and made to orgasm. There was no doubt in his mind that she was treated to ritzy restaurants and had seen more than her share of flower bouquets and expensive bottles of wine. She didn’t have to be here with him, but she was, and she seemed as into it as he was.

  Finally, he let her up for air. Without condoms, their options were somewhat limited. But he didn’t want to let her go yet.

  Which was, of course, exactly why he should let her go.

  “Well, I have to say, Griffin, you have some pretty delightful moments yourself. “

  Then much to his surprise, she reached for his fly. “What are you doing?”

  “How charming would I really be if I got mine but didn’t give you anything in return?”

  Her meaning was clear, as was the way she was unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and zipper of his jeans, but the smile said it all. It was a combination of playful and sexy that Griffin was sure could bring any man to his knees. But it also seemed clear that Charlotte did not think he was the one who was going to be going on his knees in the next few minutes.

  She slid her hand into his jeans, stroking him through his boxers. Even with a layer of cotton between them, he had to lock his knees and brace his hand on the wall beside her head as pleasure streaked through him.

  “Jesus, Charlotte.”

  “And just so I don’t forget to tell you,” she said, slipping her hand inside of his boxers and stroking with a flat palm, up and down his length
, skin to skin. “You’re the most fun I’ve had in this town in six months too.”

  He gave a short bark of laughter. “You haven’t been here the past six months. Trust me, I would’ve noticed.”

  She grinned. “Then let’s say the past couple of years.”

  “You’re here regularly?”

  “Definitely. Not as much in the past three or four years, but regularly, yes. I’d say I’ve had some of the best times of my life here. And tonight is definitely in the top three.”

  He was going to ask her about the other two. He really was. She simply made him curious. Which was a very good reason to be grateful that she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked with a firm grip, and all thoughts left his head except: More. Of. That.

  “Charlotte,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth.

  “Yeah, see, you’re definitely thinking I’m charming right now.”

  “Charming’s not the word that first comes to mind.”

  Hot. Amazing. Perfect. Special. Addictive. Dangerous. Those were all a lot more accurate.

  “Is the first word ‘ew,’ ‘gross,’ or ‘stop’?” she asked, still stroking him.

  He swallowed hard, trying very hard not to just thrust into her fist and let himself explode. “No,” he said roughly. “Not even close.”

  “Then I’ll take it. Whatever it is.”

  Yeah, he had a feeling she’d like all of those words. Especially dangerous.

  She started to dip her knees, her intent very clear, but Griffin caught her under one elbow. “Hang on.”

  “Oh, please don’t try to be a gentleman and tell me I don’t have to do this,” she said. “I really want to. Besides,” she looked around, “No need to be a gentleman now. I smell like goats, and I think my favorite pair of heels has some not-exactly-mud on them, and I’m going to have to throw them away after tonight.”

  Yet she was still here. He knew that meant something. He didn’t know what exactly. He didn’t know her well enough to know what that meant. He also didn’t want to know. That was the way to get involved and for things to get complicated.

  “Just give me a second,” he said.

  His hands went to the buttons on the front of his shirt, and her smile grew as she watched him unfasten them.

  “I like where this is going so far.”

  He shrugged out of the shirt, then with a half smile laid it out over the hay on the floor at his feet.

  She laughed, then nodded. “Thank you very much, Griffin.”

  “I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a gentleman,” he said. “But I don’t want you getting any not-exactly-mud on those pretty knees.”

  She dropped to those knees without another word, and her hands opened his pants and pulled the denim and boxers out of her way. She took his cock in hand again, stroking firmly and confidently, before leaning in and licking his head.

  She went from playful teasing to holy-shit-yes in just a few seconds. Griffin had to grit his teeth, and he slapped his hand against the barn wall as he braced himself again. If he fell over and cracked his head open and died right here on the floor, Sugar was going to be heartbroken. But it would be worth it. Charlotte had already proven that her mouth was one of his favorite things—the comebacks, the wit, the smiles. But when this woman applied her lips and tongue to his cock, Griffin definitely found heaven.

  She sucked on his head, taking him about halfway into her mouth. She licked and stroked and sucked and licked again. He felt the pressure building. He’d already been on edge, and if he was being honest, it had started when she’d first approached him to dance. It had only gotten stronger since then. Now with her on her knees, happily giving him a blowjob, he felt his climax building quickly.

  “Charlotte, baby.” His hand went to her head, stroking over her silky hair and tangling in the thick mass.

  She sucked harder and stroked him faster, taking him further into her mouth. He let her work him over. He had no problem letting her take control here.

  “I’m not gonna last long like this,” he warned her.

  “Good. I would feel bad if this took too long.”

  She flattened her tongue against the front of his cock and dragged it up to the tip slowly. Her eyes were on him as she took his head into her mouth, sucked hard, then took him deep. His fingers curled into her hair, and he groaned, feeling the pleasure coming from deep in his bones.

  He wasn’t above giving praise where praise was due. “Charlotte, I love your mouth.”

  She couldn’t respond verbally, considering her mouth was full, but she squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harder as if thanking him for the compliment.

  As she licked, sucked, and stroked, the hot knot coiling in his gut intensified, the pleasure pressing and building until it was an incessant, pounding, uncontrollable need, and he cupped the back of her head.

  “Pull back or take me fully. I’m there, honey,” he gritted out.

  She squeezed his cock tighter and flattened her other palm on his ass, pressing him into her. She took him deeper, urging him on, and Griffin couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He came, her name a guttural groan filling the barn, his fingers gripping her hair.

  She didn’t pull back. She didn’t even flinch. She stroked him with her hand and mouth as he worked on staying upright, the waves of pleasure shuddering through him.

  When he finally shifted back, she let him go, looking up at him with a small smile. He sucked in a deep breath and held out a hand to help her to her feet. Gallant for sure. She took it and let him pull her up. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply. Her fingers dug into his back, kissing him with the same force.

  They pulled back at the same time and just looked at each other for several long seconds.

  “Thank you for the use of your shirt,” she finally said.

  Griffin laughed. A full, out-loud-from-his-gut laugh.

  “It’s my favorite, so it’s especially nice that I let you… borrow it.”

  She grinned, clearly pleased with making him laugh, then swept her dress up from the floor.

  “I’m a little new to the chivalrous thing,” Griffin said as he pulled his boxers and jeans back into place. “But is now the time to offer to dry clean your dress?”

  She stepped into the dress, shimmying it up her body and reaching behind her for the zipper. Now it was Charlotte’s turn to laugh. “I actually don’t know the etiquette following oral sex in a barn. But I suppose the offer is polite no matter what.”

  “Charlotte, I would very much like to pay for the dry cleaning of your dress.”

  Said dress back in place, though severely wrinkled and definitely smudged with dirt and what he hoped was only dirt, she propped a hand on her hip. “Well, thank you very much, Griffin, but it might be difficult with the dress in Paris in a couple of days.”

  “You don’t think they have dry cleaners in France?”

  “You’ll have to transfer me the money. Is this your way of trying to find out more about me?”

  He realized that was exactly how that sounded. He also realized it was a really good way to find out more about her. He also realized that he wanted to know more about her, that he knew less about her than he did about any other woman who had her mouth on his cock—ever—and that he really didn’t know what to do at this moment.

  “I suppose just handing you a few twenties would be crass?”

  She laughed again. “Oh no, it wouldn’t make me feel like a prostitute at all to have just gotten up from the ground after giving you a blowjob and having you hand me cash.”

  He couldn’t help smiling, but he nodded. “Right. I suppose that would probably erase the gentlemanly act of putting my shirt down on the floor for you to give me that blowjob in the first place.”

  She laughed, bent, and grabbed his shirt from the floor. She shook it out, then shrugged into it. She stepped forward, lifted onto her tiptoes, pressed her lips against his, then said, “I think I can take care of the dress. But
I’m keeping the shirt. Maybe I’ll even press these pieces of straw in my scrapbook as a memento of our evening together.” She plucked a piece from her skirt and held it up.

  He shook his head as she stepped to the stall door and pulled it open. Her sass had no limits. And now he was going home shirtless. “Think of me fondly whenever you smell goats.”

  She grinned. “Of course.” Then she blew him a kiss, stepped out of the stall, and headed for the barn door. A moment later, she was gone.

  Griffin blew out a breath. He shoved a hand through his hair and looked around. He wondered if he’d ever be able to come in here again without thinking of her.

  He knew instantly the answer to that was no way.

  He looked toward the door again and realized he’d gotten very lucky not having a condom.

  Being condom-less had prevented barn-shaking sex with the most intriguing, gorgeous woman he’d ever met. It had kept him from having, even more, to miss about the first woman to make him actually think words like “delightful.” He’d even said it out loud.

  Yep, being condom-less had helped him avoid getting attached.

  But just barely.

  Chapter 5

  Two months later…

  Griffin approached the side door of the veterinary clinic with a sense of resignation.

  Maddie Landry’s truck was already parked out front. She was supposed to bring his new assistant over to meet him this morning. The kid was going to be in Autre for the summer and was apparently a friend of the Landrys, or the son of a friend of the Landrys. Or something.

  All Griffin knew was that he needed two more hands and someone who could answer the phone now that Tori, his boss and friend, was further along in her pregnancy and spending less time in the clinic. This kid was willing, and the Landrys wanted him to hire the kid. That was really all it took for him to say yes.

  As much as he’d tried to stay unattached while in Autre, the Landry family made it impossible. If he were completely honest, he would admit that he had been welcomed into the family from minute one and had been fond of them all by minute five. The Landrys were a loud, rowdy, fun-loving family that had never met anyone who stayed a stranger longer than about ten minutes. Even if that stranger really wanted to stay a stranger.