Lone Star Burn_Lost Soul

by Sandy Sullivan

  His feet felt like lead weights as he took the two steps up to the porch. Water dripped from his clothes, pooling at his feet.

  “You’re a mess, Brock.”

  “I know.”

  She climbed to her feet before pulling open the screen door and ushering him inside. “Take off those clothes so I can throw them in the dryer. Do you have anything else to wear?”

  “No.”

  She made a tsking sound as she went through a doorway adjacent to the living room and returned a moment later with a big, fluffy towel. “Here. You can wrap up in this for now. I think I have a few things of Lee’s that might fit you.” She handed him the towel and took his wet hat. “The bathroom is through there.”

  He went into the small room, flicked on the light, and glanced around. It wasn’t fancy or anything. Homey. Black and white subway tile lined the walls about halfway up, with the top part of the wall stark white. The sink was white as well, with a dark cabinet beneath. A silver framed oval mirror hung over the sink, reflecting his face back at him. He didn’t like what he saw. His hair was shaggy, lying in wet strands on his collar. His eyes looked dark and haunted to him, something he knew his soul could relate to. The t-shirt he wore lay plastered to his chest, his jeans were soaked through as well, and would be hell to get off his hips. At least my feet are dry. He toed off his boots, leaving them near the sink.

  “Brock? Are you okay in there?”

  “Yeah. I’ll be out in a second.”

  He pushed the wet jeans to the floor before picking them up and tossing them into the bottom of the shower to his left. At least there, they wouldn’t leave a puddle. The t-shirt came next as well as his socks.

  “Would you like some hot coffee? I have some already made.”

  “Sure. That sounds good.” He heard her steps fade further away from the door as he wrapped the green towel around his waist. Luckily, it was big enough it would hide his cock at least in its flaccid state. Hopefully, I won’t be sporting a hard-on in the next hour while my clothes dry.

  The smell of coffee permeated the room when he pulled open the door. He hadn’t had a good cup for a long time. The crap they called coffee in the pen sucked.

  “How do you take it?”

  “Black is fine.”

  A few moments later, she came around the corner to his left carrying a white mug in her hands. All the saliva in his mouth dried up the instant he laid eyes on her.

  The light behind her illuminated every curve of her body beneath the huge t-shirt she wore, making him acutely aware she had nothing on under it. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.

  “Something wrong?”

  He cleared his throat, willing his sudden erection to deflate. God help me. “Uh, no.” He turned quickly, so she wouldn’t see his cock standing straight up under the edge of the towel, and made his way to the couch. Down boy!

  She put the mug down on the table and stepped back. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to throw your clothes in the dryer.”

  “Uh, sure.”

  He could hear her puttering around in the bathroom as she grabbed his clothes. I should have done that. She came out, turned right, and walked down the hall to what he assumed was the laundry room. A few seconds later, he heard the dryer turn on.

  “There. They should be dry in about an hour. Jeans take longer than cotton.” She took the overstuffed chair next to the far end of the couch from him, folding her legs up under her as she sat. “Are you going to tell me why you were standing outside in this monsoon?”

  He blew out a breath and said, “I really don’t know, Libby.”

  “You’ll be lucky if you don’t get sick.” She tilted her head to the side. “Do you want to take a hot shower?”

  She had to know what she was doing to him. She couldn’t be that innocent, right? “I’m okay.”

  “Really, Brock. You should take a shower and get warmed up.” She got to her feet and reached out her hand. “Come on. I’ll help.”

  “Libby, stop. Okay?”

  “What?”

  He shot to his feet, approaching her like a panther stalking his prey. The moment he reached her side, he slipped his hands along her face, burying them in her hair. “I have been without a woman for a very long time. You are way too tempting.”

  “Brock.”

  Her whispering his name made his dick that much harder. He wanted her more than his next breath. The ache in his balls couldn’t be denied, but he had to. This was Libby. Yes, he needed to get laid, badly, but he couldn’t take advantage of her like that. It wasn’t right.

  With his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes. “Tell me to go away, Libby. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m not good for you.”

  Her breath softly touched his lips. “I need you, Brock.”

  “Fuck.” He opened his eyes again, only to be caught by the fire and heat reflected in hers. Those beautiful blue eyes he hadn’t been able to forget, pulled him in and made him think about things he shouldn’t.

  He trailed his fingers down the side of her face. “God, Libby. You are so gorgeous. I’ve dreamed of you for nights on end. I never thought I’d be able to touch you again, never thought you would be able to see me for me.”

  “I’ve missed you, so much.”

  “You are too good for me.”

  “No, no I’m not. You are still the Brock I knew from before, I know you are.” She tugged at the towel around his waist until it dropped at their feet.

  His cock ached from the need to be inside her.

  She wrapped a hand around his cock, rubbing her palm along its length until he stopped her movements.

  “Honey, it’s been so long since I’ve touched anyone or anyone’s touched me beyond my own hand, if you keep that up, this will be over long before it gets started.” He cupped her face in his palms. “Make me believe in something good, Libby. I need that more than you know.”

  He brushed his lips over hers, groaning at the softness of her mouth beneath his. She tasted like heaven, something he had been missing for fifteen years. When he ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, she moaned and opened for him like a flowering opening for the heat of the day. She was his sun, his savior in this crazy world.

  The tip of her tongue touched his, sliding along until they were tangled together, giving and receiving the sensations their bodies craved.

  Needing to feel the silkiness of her skin, he moved back so he could pull the t-shirt over her head. Holy hell. Her breasts were perfect, round, and firm with nipples the color of coral. The tips looked tight and achy.

  “Touch me, Brock.”

  He slid his palm over the tip of her right breast, tearing a whimper from her throat. He lifted both in his palms before rubbing his thumb over the nipples in a circular motion.

  She sighed as she pushed them deeper into his hands.

  Her skin was like rose petals, soft and smooth to his touch. He wanted his hands all over her.

  The skimpy piece of lace she wore did nothing to hide the scent of her arousal.

  She took his hand in hers, leading him down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom in the corner.

  As they stopped by the edge of the bed, she flipped on the light on her nightstand before turning back to face him.

  Before she could remove the lacy panties she wore, he stopped her hand with his. “Leave them for now.”

  “O-okay.” She pulled the sheets back on the bed and sat on the edge. “I, uh, it’s been a while for me.”

  “Not near as long as it has been for me, darlin’.”

  Her face flushed red as he moved between her thighs, bringing his cock within inches of her face. If she took him in her mouth, he’d lose it for sure, but God did he want her warm mouth around him.

  “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “I need to taste you. I’ve dreamed of that for so long, I had forgotten what it was like to have that on my tongue.”

  She blew out a breath.

  “Lean back, b
aby, and spread those gorgeous thighs for me.” He pulled the scrap of lace down off her hips before dropping them on the floor. He sank down on the carpet at the edge of the mattress as she did what he asked.

  Her cunt glistened with her arousal and he ached to have that liquid on his tongue. He moved closer. Something in the crease of her thigh smelled like oranges and he couldn’t help but push his nose into it.

  Pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh seemed like the thing to do before moving in closer and swiping his tongue along the folds of her pussy. Her body vibrated as he pushed his tongue against her clit. He could almost hear the hum of desire rushing through her veins.

  He glanced up as he flicked her clit. Her head was thrown back on the sheet and her hips were coming up off the bed as she whimpered her need.

  “God, Brock.”

  Cream filled his mouth, the taste an aphrodisiac. She tasted fantastic, like something he’d been missing in his life for so long, he couldn’t remember it. This has been a faded memory for him, he almost thought he’d imagined it.

  As he speared her pussy with his tongue, she came apart on a rush. Her cries of desperate passion filled the room. He pushed two fingers into her center, wanting to feel the grasping of her cunt on him as she rode out the last throes of her climax.

  Her panting breaths were raspy as she came down from her high. “Holy shit.”

  He smiled against the inside of her thigh, thrilled he could do that for her. It was probably the first time he’d smiled in ages. It felt good.

  “Come up here. I need you inside me.”

  He kissed his way up her abdomen, stopping at her breasts to pull one and then the other into his mouth to suck for a moment.

  She moaned softly as she tugged on his shoulders.

  When he reached her mouth, he swept his tongue inside to tangle with hers. She tasted as sweet as honey.

  She wrapped strands of his hair around her fingers, tugging against his scalp as she urged him to kiss her deeper.

  His balls ached with the need to come, and his cock was so hard, he could probably pound nails with it. He hurt so badly, if he didn’t get inside her soon he would die.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, he pressed his forehead against hers as he nudged at her opening. He groaned as he pulled away from her. “I don’t have a condom. This wasn’t planned at all, Libby.”

  She leaned up on her elbows. “I have some in the drawer of my nightstand.”

  His eyebrow shot up as his stomach clenched. “You bring men here often?”

  “No, Brock, I don’t, but I believe in being prepared. For your information, I bought them this afternoon hoping we might end up like this at some point. I didn’t think it would be tonight, but I’m going with it.”

  His stomach relaxed, realizing it was him she’d hoped to have in her bed, not some other guy she might know in town. He grabbed two out of the drawer, tore one open with his teeth, and then sheathed himself in the slippery latex. “Thank you, God.” He eased back over her, holding himself up with his arms. “I hope this isn’t a disappointment to you, Libby. It’s been so long, I don’t know how this is going to work.”

  “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

  His eyes rolled back in his head as he eased his cock into her warmth. Nothing had changed. Her heat surrounded him like a well-fitting glove. He shuddered, desperate to hold back his orgasm as long as possible. “Fucking amazing, Libby. You are so wet, so tight.” He began to thrust, slow, and deliberate.

  Her whimpers drove his need higher.

  Her pussy gripped him, holding him tight within her center until he thought his head would blow off.

  Unable to keep himself from pounding into her, his thrusts increased in speed and depth until he was almost shoving her across the bed. His heart hammered against his ribs like a freight train racing down the track, his destination on the horizon.

  He looked down into her face. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips were parted in a silent cry of ecstasy. Her heart pounded in an erratic rhythm at the hollow of her throat. It was the most amazing sight he’d ever seen.

  When her orgasm broke over her, she screamed his name in a high-pitched cry of pleasure. Her pussy quivered around his cock, drawing his own orgasm from deep inside his balls and forcing cum out the end of his dick so hard he thought he might pass out.

  A shiver rolled down his back as cool air hit his sweaty skin. The moment he pulled his cock from her warmth, he pushed himself up to his feet and went into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. He pulled the condom from his flaccid cock, tied the end, and threw it in the trashcan near the toilet.

  The man staring back at him from the glass looked less fragmented. His eyes looked a little less haunted than they had even an hour ago. He leaned on his hands and dropped his head so he wouldn’t have to see what making love to Libby had done for him. Focus. He had something to finish before he could even think beyond tomorrow.

  Small hands came around his middle as she leaned her head again his shoulder. “You okay?”

  “Not really.”

  “Stop overthinking things.”

  “I didn’t come here planning for this to happen.”

  “I know.”

  “It would have been better if I’d never run into you again.”

  “This town isn’t that big. Did you really think you could avoid me?”

  A dry chuckle left his mouth as he turned toward her. “Yeah, not very smart of me, I guess.”

  She reached up and smoothed her hand along his jaw. The whiskers had probably left some nasty burns on her thighs. He smiled at the thought.

  “Since it’s getting late, I’m assuming you don’t have a place to stay tonight. Come on, let’s get some sleep, and you can hit the ground running tomorrow.” She took his hand in hers and led him back into the bedroom, pushed him down on the left side of the bed, and went around getting in on the right.

  After she slid under the sheets, she rolled to her side and motioned for him to join her. “Sleep will do you a world of good.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “I’m sure I don’t, but at least for tonight, you won’t have to worry about anything.”

  Giving in to her will was something he wasn’t sure about, but for tonight he would. Tonight he would let her surround him and make him whole.

  Chapter Three

  Sun streamed through the lacy curtains on the window over the head of her bed, dragging her from her dreams of Brock.

  A brown arm lay across her abdomen when she looked down. She frowned. It hadn’t been a dream. She turned her head and looked at the sleeping man beside her. His hair hung to his shoulders in thick waves. His skin wasn’t near as tanned as it had been in his youth, she assumed from being inside a lot more than he had when he’d worked on the Flying C. While his eyes were closed in slumber, his lashes brushed his cheeks. His mouth was relaxed, but she could still see the lines on his face that had not been there before. Time had taken its toll on him.

  When she’d seen him at the diner the day before, he’d been bigger than life. Taller, broader, and more muscular, he’d seemed so different. Reality revealed he really wasn’t.

  Her alarm chimed on the bedside stand, indicating she needed to get up and get ready for work.

  Brock rolled to his back, leaving him bare to her gaze.

  Holy shit!

  Even in its flaccid state, his cock looked big and thick. Dark curls surrounded the flesh, trailing up toward his navel in a sexy line. His abdomen was hard, flat, and had delicious looking ridges she wanted to explore. Unfortunately, now was not the time.

  “Are you getting an eyeful?”

  She gasped as her gaze ricocheted to his. “I, uh…”

  “It’s okay, honey. You can look all you want.”

  She jumped from the bed, grabbed her clothes, and sprinted for the bathroom. Shower. Preferably cold.

  As the door closed behind her, his deep chuckle brought heat rushing into her cheeks.


  She took several deeps breaths to calm her racing heart as she reached over to turn on the shower. Knowing she shouldn’t dawdle, she hurried through her shower, shut the water off, and then toweled herself dry before she pushed open the door.

  Brock leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his bare chest. Luckily, he’d pulled on his jeans from the dryer. His gaze moved down her entire frame before coming back to her face.

  She swallowed hard as she stepped out. “Did you need the shower?”

  “Later, maybe.” He pushed off the wall and walked toward her.

  The shower stall behind her stopped her backward movement.

  When his lips came down on hers, she sighed and opened for him, allowing his tongue to penetrate the cavern of her mouth. This was it. Everything she’d remembered about making love with Brock had been true, not some dream of her overactive imagination. Her body went on high alert, craving his touch like nothing else. Goose bumps rose on her arms, chasing the movement of his fingers on her flesh.

  His lips moved to follow her jawline before reaching her ear. “You are everything I remembered and so much more.”

  His chest was warm under her palms.

  The towel dropped to the floor, leaving her naked to his gaze.

  The jingle of her cell phone in the bedroom interrupted the moment.

  “Shit. That’s my phone.”

  His lips lifted in a crooked grin as she darted around him to rush back into the bedroom. “Hello?”

  “Dr. Reynolds, it’s Felicia. We have an emergency. I need you to come in right away.”

  Libby glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Seven. “What’s up?”

  “Cole Bidwell just brought his border collie in. She’s been tore up pretty badly. Not sure how, but she’s got insides hanging out.”

  “All right. I’ll be there in ten. Get her prepped for surgery, sounds like she’ll probably need it.” She hung up the phone, mentally going through her checklist of stuff she would need as she methodically pulled on her clothes.

  “Something bad?”

  She glanced up startled, having totally forgotten Brock was there. “Yeah. Someone just brought a dog in. She’s in bad shape.” She quickly stomped her feet into her boots. “There is coffee and stuff downstairs. Help yourself.”