I hear the humiliation in her voice. She was rejected. It’s a small town, word will get around. “Alright. I won’t make you wait. Promise.”
“You’d better not after the time I’ve had. Can you imagine—this time I’m the one who can’t wait to get out of here? You didn’t even want to come. It’s pretty ironic.” She snorts in disgust.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be there. Or here. It just…is what it is.”
She gives me a curious look, her brow furrowing. “You’re being weird.”
“Am I?” I ask. But my mind is on other things. I stare at the beautiful little town below. The town my grandfather built. That my father now owns. That I will one day inherit.
She hops up. “I’m going to go pack. Ten a.m. Be out on that stoop or I leave without you.”
“Ten. Got it. I won’t keep you waiting.” I murmur back. “Bye, Jules.”
She leaves.
There’s a family walking down the plowed street in their snow gear, the children wearing brightly colored boots. The mother holds the hand of the little boy, the father the hand of his little girl.
They stop by the bank of the creek. The little boy’s tugging at his father’s hand, wanting to go down to the water.
But there’s a huge wall of snow stopping them. The plow cleared the streets, shoving all the snow to the sides, like a tall barrier. The father distracts him, pointing out a hawk high up in the sky. It’s circling, riding a thermal.
They move farther down the street.
I get up from my seat. Stretch my muscles, sore from sitting for so long. I run downstairs. Grab my boots, my coat, heading out into the cold air. I need to find Mr. Brunson.
I’ve got a favor to ask.
Buck Jones
I’m sitting on the front porch of the Hall. Cup of coffee in my hand.
Sorrow in my heart.
I’ve just seen Jules’s shiny red car peeling down the street. She’s gone. Without a goodbye.
I rock back and forth in the rocking chair. Soothing my weary soul. I always knew it would end like this but that doesn’t make the pain any less sharp or deep.
“Hey, you.”
In my misery, my mind is making up her voice, calling to me from behind. I know it’s not real, but I turn around anyway.
To find Ava Marie standing in the doorway of the Hall. In the flesh.
Hands in the pockets of her jeans. Grin on her face. Just as casual as if we were hanging out on a summer afternoon. I thought I’d memorized every expression on her face, but this smile I don’t recognize. It’s one of quiet, uncomplicated joy.
I can’t believe she’s here. I leave my coffee, standing from my chair. “What are you doing here?”
She closes the space between us. Standing just a few feet before me. She looks down shyly, her boot scuffing the porch floor. “I just have to ask you one question. Before I go.”
What could she possibly have stayed behind to ask me? What could be so important that she leave after Jules, finding her own way to the city? “Shoot.”
Her left-hand slips from the pocket of her jeans as her eyes rise to meet mine. She holds up her hand, wiggling her fingers. The sun catches the gem on her ring finger and a sparkly glint flashes in my eyes.
She’s wearing the ring.
How on Earth did she find it? How did she even know where to look? The biggest question in my mind—how did she know of its existence? I told no one I purchased it back then. Looking back, maybe I thought she would say no. That I didn’t want anyone to find out until it was a done deal.
I look closer. The princess cut diamond stands proud from the thick, platinum band. It’s the ring. The very same one I threw in the bank of the creek the day she told me she was leaving. I’m finally able to find the words. “Where did you get that?”
“I had to do a little digging. And maybe borrow a snowplow and a metal detector. But I found it.”
“How did you know?” I’m mystified, the words leaving my mouth in my shock.
“You mentioned something about our spot down by the creek in your sleep. When you had the fever, you would dream. Something was bothering you, something small. I went down to find out what it was.”
I have no words.
She stares at me, hard. I’ve never heard her voice so serious as it is when she asks me, “So back to my question. Was this for me?”
I’m surprised she even has to ask. There’s never been anyone but her for me. And there never will be. “You know that ring was for you. It was always, always you. And it will always be you.”
Unshed tears form in her eyes. Her smile beams at me. “That’s about the nicest proposal I think I’ve ever heard.”
I take a knee. Maybe more out of shock and unsteadiness than tradition. I can’t believe this is happening. That after two and a half years, I’m finally getting to do the thing I dreamed of. The missed opportunity that’s kept me awake countless nights. I hold my hand out to her. She steps before me, taking it. “Ava Marie Redmond. Will you marry me?”
She smiles a smile of pure joy. “Yes.”
“I love you, baby girl. I always have.” I stand. Lift her hand in mine. The ring fits her perfectly. The diamond stands proud from her finger. Marking her as mine.
“I love you, too. I always have. And I want a life with you. Here in Cedar Creek. It’s what I’ve always wanted, I just wasn’t ready and was too scared to admit it to myself.”
I take her face in my hands.
And kiss my bride-to-be. The love of my life.
16
Ava Marie
I’ve moved back home. Given Jules the lease to my apartment in the city. Left all the clothes in the closet for her. I’ve no need for any of it. I’ll soon be Mrs. Jones, living in the cabin on the ranch, wearing old blue jeans and worn cowgirl boots.
When I’m not with my dad, Buck and I spend almost all our free time together. Today, he’s asked me to meet him at his house. I’m waiting for him in the living room when he appears in the doorway. His hands are behind his back, a wicked grin spread across his face.
“What are you up to?” I ask.
“I have a little gift for you.” He steps further into the room.
A queer tightening invades my stomach. “What’s that?”
His hands come forward. He holds up a little gold butt plug. I’ve seen them a few times at my friend’s swanky sex toy parties.
And they scare me to death.
Other than his fingers punishing my ass that first morning I was home, I’m a tried and true back door virgin. I start shaking my head, looking for the nearest exit. “I’ve never let anyone in there. And there’s no way that…thing…is going in my ass.”
“Oh yes. It most certainly is.” He’s getting closer to me.
“Nuh-uh.” I stand, crossing my arms over my chest.
He shrugs. “Have it your way.”
“Fine.”
“Then I’ll just take you in the ass without stretching it to fit my cock. Might be a tad uncomfortable for you but, hey, that’s your decision.”
A wave of white heat rises in my face. No way in hell is he fucking my ass with that giant cock of his. To my surprise, the thought has a slick pool of arousal gathering between my legs, making me press my thighs together. My body wants that pretty, gold plug to be slipped into my back door.
My brain, my pride, my dignity does not.
I shake my head. “You do not belong in there.”
He steps towards me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He leans down, his breath hot in my ear. “I belong inside every inch of you. You’re going to be my wife. Every bit of your beautiful body belongs to me.” His hand snakes around my waist, grabbing my ass and clutching it until I gasp. “Do I need to take you over my knee to make you obey?”
The thought of a spanking, then being plugged is too much. I don’t have a way out of this. And judging by the tightening of my nipples, the pulsing in my pussy—I’m lying through my teeth
by saying I don’t want it.
“Fine.”
“Take down your jeans.” His command is just that, a statement to tell me he’s in charge. And I’ve chosen to give him my submission. Heat covers my cheeks—I can’t imagine how deep my blush—as my trembling fingers unbutton my jeans. I pull them over my hips.
“Lose the panties, too.” He watches me, desire in his eyes as I rid myself of both my jeans and panties, pushing everything around my knees.
I stand before him. Pussy bare.
The scent of my arousal reaches me and I know by the shine in his eyes, he’s not missed it. “You say no, but I’ll bet your little pussy is soaked. Should I check?”
“Not necessary,” I say, shame covering me.
His dark brow lifts. “I think I will anyway. Lay over my lap.” He takes a seat on the couch.
I make myself lay over his lap.
He rewards my obedience by smoothing his hand over my bare ass, making goosebumps rise on my flesh. “Spread your legs, babygirl. I’ll make it worth your while.
I moan, obeying. I spread my legs, the cool air rushing over my slick heat. My face burns thinking of his view—my wet pussy. My little rosebud.
“So wet for me. So ready for your plug.”
I clench my teeth, holding in a sassy response. I’m rewarded by the cold metal plug sliding into my aching, wanting pussy. “Oh. Fuck.” My pussy clenches around it, desperate for more attention.
He brings it out, pushes it in. His other hand snakes around my hip, the pad of his thumb finding my swollen clit. He works me over, fucking me with that little plug. Massaging my sensitive bud until I’m on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm.
Then he stops.
Cuss words threaten to fall from my mouth but I’m in a very precarious position. I play nice. “Please. Please let me come.”
“I will.” I sigh with relief, but the exhale is cut short in my throat by his next proclamation. “But first, I’m going to lube your ass.”
I try to remain calm. Relaxed. But my mind is reeling, knowing he’s going in there. My nipples are impossibly hard. My pussy aching and clenching, wanting to be fucked once more.
His cold fingers press against the tight muscles of my bottom. Shame, humiliation, and desire mix together, overwhelming and confusing me. The fingers of his other hand slip inside my pussy. Filling me and making me want to beg for an orgasm. He pumps his fingers inside of my vagina and I let out a moan of pleasure.
“Take a deep breath. Let it out.”
I inhale, the hard, cold, metal against my bottom hole. I exhale and he presses the plug against me. It battles past my tight muscle.
At the same time, he starts to pump his fingers inside me. Hard and fast. The plug fills my ass as my pussy clenches around his two thick fingers. I’m bucking over his lap, my hips pressing up in the air towards him, taking the fucking he’s offering me.
Now, the plug is making the orgasm stronger than ever inside of me. I feel so full, so tight, bringing me to the brink of an explosion.
His fingers slip out of my pussy. They swirl around my clit, hard and fast while the plug stretches and fills my ass.
And I’m gone.
I’m making noises I don’t recognize. Deep, carnal, animal like moans come from me as the orgasm rocks my body. My pussy clenches. My ass clenches around the plug. I’m beyond the point of caring how ridiculous I must look, bucking over his lap, my legs spread, the handle of the gold plug visible between the cheeks of my ass. I can think of nothing but the climax coming to me.
“Buck. Oh. Fuck. Buck,” I cry as the orgasm rocks through every inch of my body. It’s wild. Blazing hot. Shattering. I’m trembling, shuddering. I collapse over his lap.
“That’s my good girl.” He helps me up. My legs are like jelly as I stand. He sits me down on his lap, the handle of the plug putting pressure on my bottom. I shift my weight, the plug stretching my sheath. I wrap my arms around his neck. Feeling shy, I glance up at him. He leans in and as his lips touch mine, I find myself wondering what it would be like to have his cock in my ass.
And a few days later, I find out.
Wedding plans can take their toll. In my unique relationship that leads to me getting sassy.
And my husband-to-be putting me over his knee to help me, as he puts it, manage my stress.
Tonight, he told me that when he gets home from the fields, he wants me ready.
That’s code for, buck naked and waiting on his bed. Our bed, soon, next month in fact, when I become Mrs. Ava Marie Redmond Jones.
I’m naked. Waiting on the bed with my hands folded in my lap. I hear his footstep, his heavy boots against the wood floors as he approaches. That familiar excitement mixed with dread fills my stomach.
Did I push him too far? Will this be a punishment spanking, or a stress relief one?
The door opens and when I catch a glimpse of his smiling face, I know it’s going to be my favorite kind—the latter.
“Well, well, well. Looks like my little bride-to-be did just what I told her. Good girl.”
“I’m so good I don’t even need a spanking.”
He laughs. “That’ll be the day.”
He sits next to me on the bed. Pats his thigh. His signal for me to lay my naked body over his lap.
I comply. Crawling across the soft covers until I’m laying horizontally. My ass perched over the center of his lap.
He smooths his hands over my bottom. He gives my curves a soft pat. Then a stinging slap. “You need to watch that sassy mouth of yours.”
“Yes, sir.” It makes me moan. Makes me wet. He does it again and I feel the slickness pool between my legs, sliding down my thigh.
He spanks my right cheek. Then the left. “I can’t wait to make you my wife. And spank your ass as Mrs. Jones.”
My eyes are rolling in the back of my head, enjoying the stinging burn that makes my pussy clench.
“So beautiful.” He spanks again. “And today, I’m going to make it mine.”
I freeze. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m going to take your pretty little ass with my cock.”
Before I can respond, his fingers plunge into my wet pussy. I gasp from the surprise invasion. My legs spread. His fingers slide out and upwards, slicking my bottom with my own arousal.
I gasp, “But I’m not...ready.”
“I’ve been plugging you plenty enough. I’ll not wait any longer. That ring on your finger means you belong to me. Every inch.” He gives my bottom a sharp slap.
He lifts me up. Bends me over the edge of the bed. I hear his belt unbuckle. His pants dropping to the floor. He grabs my hips and I tense, fearing his big cock yet intrigued by how it will feel.
I breathe a sigh of relief and pleasure as he presses his cock into my pussy instead. My slick sheath clenches around him. He buries it inside of me with a single thrust. He’s filling me, stretching me, and the wild desire builds in my core. He goes deeper, fucking me until my fingers are clenching the covers. My teeth biting into the thick cotton to keep myself from screaming.
In a matter of minutes, I’m coming. My inner muscle locks down on his cock, milking a heavy dose of orgasm from it. I’m left panting, satisfied.
Then I remember his promise.
He’s going to claim my ass.
My relaxed muscles begin to tense as he pulls his cock from my pussy. I hear the click of the lube. A squelching sound as he rubs it onto his massive cock.
I imagine that thing going into my tiny hole and it seems physically impossible. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”
My doubt earns me a sharp slap on the ass. Pain sears across my cheeks and I suck breath in between my teeth.
He lays down over my back, his skin warm and smooth. His cock is hard and pressed against my thigh. Ready. Waiting. His mouth finds my ear and his whispers, “Be a good girl and relax.”
A fresh wave of desire fills me. Slickness coats my pussy.
And the head of his coc
k presses against my bottom hole. It’s huge as it presses past my unwilling muscles. I push it back out but that just gets me a flurry of sharp spanks on my thigh.
“Relax.”
I take a deep breath. Focus on the new sensation, the nerve endings only awoken by the previous invasions of the plugs. I release the breath and the slippery tip of his cock enters my ass.
Stretching. Filling. Burning.
And…
Turning me on like never before. I writhe against the bed. Wanting more. “More.”
“Such a dirty girl. Plays like she doesn’t want it, then begs for it.” His hand reaches around my hip, his fingers lazily playing with my pussy while the head of his cock stays still inside my ass.
He’s driving me wild with no relief in sight. The pressure builds within me, every inch of my pussy and ass beg for hard, rubbing tension.
A whine rises in my throat as I press into him, trying to get more of him inside the very place I wanted to keep him out of.
“Beg me, babygirl.”
Shame knows no boundaries with this man. I give him what he wants so I can get what I need. “Please. Please take me in my ass with your cock.”
He gives a low growl. Entering me fully.
I gasp. Stretching. Burning. Filled to capacity. He fucks my ass while his slick fingers stroke my clit. My hips are pressing into the edge of the bed. I throw my head back, calling his name, my fingers gathering and clenching the comforter once more.
He leans down, his tongue lashing at my neck. His hot kisses bite at my tender flesh as he fingers my clit, thrusting into my ass.
The tension building in my core is like nothing I’ve felt before. I see stars. Hear the whooshing of blood in my ears. A sweat breaks out over my forehead and I scream, “For the love of all that is good on this earth—” my cries turn to a scream as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced bears down on me like the weight of the world.
I come again. And when I think there is nothing left in me, that I’ll die if he doesn’t stop this madness, my body tightens into one, final trembling burst.
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