by Loni Ree
The words tumble off my tongue before I even attempt to stop them. “Admiring my handiwork, Sugar Pie,” Who am I kidding? I wasn’t going to hold back. “Ow! What the hell!” I cry when the crazy woman grabs the skin on my neck between her fingers and twists.
“Now, I have handiwork to admire, too.” As she steps back and smirks, I reach up and rub the sore spot on my neck. Fuck, that hurts.
Shaking my head, I decide this has gone far enough. I need to get Tricia back to Harden’s before I fuck her in Mitchell’s backyard for my entire family to hear. Leaning over, I throw her over my shoulder and turn to head for my truck. “Hey, Devin. I don’t think you’re supposed to kidnap the guests,” Bryce calls behind me, and I raise my middle finger over my head with my free hand. The other hand is busy holding the flailing woman over my shoulder. After I hear my older brother laughing, I smack her ass with my free hand and keep walking to my truck.
Deciding she’ll probably make a run for freedom, I head to the driver’s side and gently push her into the front seat. “Scoot over.” My little woman glares but climbs into the passenger seat.
“You asshole,” she snaps, and I figure she’s not too pissed. After all, she didn’t fight getting in my truck. The entire ride to my house, I can practically see the wheels turning in her head as Tricia plans some sort of revenge. Tricia keeps glancing out the side of her eye and biting her lip while her hands fidget nervously in her lap—sure signs my girl has plans for me. Wait until she realizes we aren’t on our way to Harden’s.
Chapter Seven
Tricia
I have plans for Hoover. During the entire ceremony and reception, I could feel everyone’s eyes focused on me, and not because of my fabulous figure and winning smile. No, they were all staring at the battleground on my neck. I used two concealers and an expensive foundation and only managed to mask a small amount of the damage. Now, I’m watching Hoover out of the corner of my eye, wondering how I can get revenge on the jerk. Plus, I’m not dumb. I definitely won’t refuse another night of hot sex, either. God, I hope my luck is better tonight than it’s been lately. I need all the advantages I can get right now.
When I see the tall white fence running along the driveway, I realize we aren’t at Harden’s home. The house at the end of the long driveway is a beautiful two-story log cabin. The outside lights illuminate a porch that wraps around the front and both sides with rockers and possibly tables sitting off to one side. “Why are we here?” I turn to Hoover and barely contain a growl when he shrugs and winks at me.
“Are you afraid of being alone with me, Tiger? I know you have trouble keeping your hands off of me.” He smirks, and the urge to wrap my hands around his neck slams through me. I’m not sure if I want to strangle him to death or fuck him blind. “I want your undivided attention. We need to have a little talk about common courtesy and waking up our men before we sneak out in the morning.”
His snarky attitude raises my hackles. There’s only room for one smartass in this relationship, and I’ve already taken the position. Before I can blast his ass for the “we” comment, he’s hopping out of the vehicle and racing over to my side. Hoover opens the door for me, and I quip, “Our talk will go better if ‘we’ lose the attitude.”
After he opens the heavy oak door, I follow him inside and forget all about the big jerk for a few moments while I look around the beautiful rustic interior. The huge log cabin has an open floor plan and stairs that lead up to a second-floor loft that overlooks the entire downstairs. “This is beautiful.” I spin around and check out the living room. It’s definitely got the “bachelor” vibe going. I didn’t know they made televisions quite that big. “You know, they say guys buy big things to compensate for… Eep!” The big asshole throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass before I have time to react.
The rest of the cabin flies by in a blur as he rushes toward the back of it. He drops me onto a massive bed, and I try to look around, but I’m distracted by the sight of Hoover unbuttoning his dress shirt. When he pulls his shirt off and reaches for his belt, I shake my head, trying to get the blood to flow from my little girl parts back to my foggy brain. “What…” I begin, and he cuts me off again. This jerk has a few things to learn.
“You were implying I have a reason to compensate. I wanted to give you a reminder.” All thoughts of punishing Hoover disappear when he drops his pants and underwear. As his huge cock springs out, I forget all about our argument. My pussy clenches, and the leftover soreness from last night reminds me just how well he uses the monster. “If you ever want to wear your dress again, I’d remove it quickly,” he warns, and I reach behind me for the zipper. When I’m unable to lower it all the way down, Hoover places one hand on the bed next to me and leans over me to ease it the rest of the way down my back. His dick brushes up against my legs, and I’m unable to resist the urge to wrap my hand around it. His breath puffs against the side of my face as I slide my hand up and down his hard length. “Fuck the dress. I’ll buy you a new one.” He doesn’t give me time to react before ripping the dress down the middle.
My back bounces slightly when he pushes me back against the soft comforter. Hoover crawls over me and runs his tongue around my ear. I suddenly have a brief moment of clarity as the bruises on my neck tingle. “No more fucking bruises. I look like I survived a war already.”
I feel his smile against the side of my neck before he moves lower and kisses my nipple lightly. “How about here? Can I leave a little mark right in this spot? Huh, Sugar Pie?” he asks as he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks.
“That spot works for me,” I groan and realize I’m agreeing to his little pet name. He switches to my other nipple and runs his tongue lightly around it before sucking hard. I realize my hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, and I squeeze it. Hoover groans in the back of his throat before biting gently on my nipple.
When his fingers slip into my hungry center, my eyes roll back into my head from the pleasure shooting through my body. Hoover rubs his thumb lightly over my clit while sliding two fingers along my sensitive walls. As he begins pumping his two digits and rubbing harder with his thumb, lights flash behind my closed eyelids. A steady flow of pre-cum coats my fingers, and I rub it over the head of his cock. Every time I roll my thumb over the sensitive area, he nips harder on my nipple.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” he groans against my skin before jerking out of my grip and sliding down my body. After he spreads my legs and settles between them, I feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin and goosebumps break out all over my body. His fingers continue driving into my wet center, and the sounds of our harsh breathing and his feverish movements fill the room. The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends pulses of pleasure straight through me, and I feel a climax approaching. I arch my back and call his name as my pussy begins convulsing around his fingers.
Hoover growls against my skin before kissing his way back up my body. He covers my lips with his and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. As our tongues duel, I taste my pleasure on his tongue. Sighing when I feel his huge dick slip into my sensitive pussy, my nails dig into his shoulders, and I hold on while he powers into my waiting body.
I lose track of time as his thrusts change from fierce and rapid to slow and deep, then back and forth between the two. He rolls his hips in smalls circles, and the movement increases the pressure on my sensitive clit. “Fuck me hard,” I cry out as the orgasm keeps slipping right out of my reach.
When I reach down and squeeze his ass cheeks, he finally gets the hint and starts thundering into me with quick, erratic thrusts. “Come with me,” He demands, and I’m powerless to refuse him.
The room goes dark around me as the biggest climax I’ve ever experienced crashes through me. My pussy spasms around his huge cock, and Devin thrusts a couple more times before throwing his head back and calling my name. I feel his dick twitching deep inside me as his cum fills me up and runs out down my ass crack and onto the bed.
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p; After he pulls me into his arms, I lie there with my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath. When he leans up and tries to kiss the side of my neck, I pull back and glare. “You’ve done enough damage to my poor neck, buddy.” Hoover doesn’t seem too concerned since he shakes his head and kisses my forehead instead.
All thoughts of revenge have been wiped from my mind by his massive dick and the explosive orgasm it provided. I’ve become a Hoover slut.
Chapter Eight
Devin
It’s the same dream I’ve had for so long, only this time, it feels all too real. My dick jerks as Tricia runs her tongue around the sensitive head before plunging her tight lips down around it and sucking hard. I blink several times when I realize this isn’t a dream at the same time Tricia squeezes my balls lightly and sucks harder. “I like your system for early morning wake-ups,” I manage to croak past my dry throat as an orgasm streaks up my body. Tricia ignores my words and keeps rolling and sucking my cock until I know I’m losing control quickly. “You need to stop, or I’m going to come down your throat.” She must not find that unappealing because Tricia doubles her efforts, causing the climax to tear through me. I nearly black-out from the pleasure, and the room goes dark around me. It takes several minutes for me to get my crazy breathing and heart rate under control. “I’m too old for those kinds of workouts,” I tease my girl, and she laughs before kissing the side of my neck. I’m so relaxed I don’t realize she’s leaving little bruises all over my neck.
As we fall back asleep, I wrap an arm tightly around her waist and laugh a little to myself. There’s no way she’s going to escape me this time. Before we entered my house, I hid the keys to my truck in the outside cabinet. While she looked around my home, I set the alarm on the house and tucked her purse and cellphone into my kitchen pantry. I’m finally able to relax and enjoy a full night with my girl.
“All right, Hoover. Where’s all my stuff?” I have a hard time taking her seriously while she’s standing in my bathroom doorway with her bright pink hair sticking up haphazardly all around her gorgeous heart-shaped face. My light blue t-shirt swallows her curvy frame and reaches all the way down to her knees. She has fire spitting out of her aqua blue eyes, and I’m tempted to grab her little ass and fuck her back into a complacent mood. Hoping to dress and rush downstairs to fix her breakfast before she woke up, I snuck out of bed and into the shower a few minutes ago.
“You’ll get all your stuff back. I just want to spend some time with you, and you’ve already proven yourself to be a flight risk.” Her cute little growl causes my dick to jump behind my towel, and her eyes flash when she sees the movement. Needless to say, we don’t make it down until lunchtime, but I’m not complaining at all.
After lunch, Tricia looks over at me and grimaces. “I hope Schutzy baby hasn’t torn up Harden’s place. You’re going to help me repair any of the damage, Mr. Kidnapper.” Knowing we need to check on the poor dog, I find her a pair of sweats to go with my t-shirt, and we head over to Harden’s house.
Luckily, Libby already suspected that I wasn’t going to bring Tricia back to Harden’s after the wedding and stopped by Harden’s to let Schutz out before feeding him. We get to Harden’s place and find the damn animal curled up on his bed in the living room, watching the television that Libby left on for him. The damn Rottweiler is too fucking smart, and he pouts and moans, causing Tricia to run over and coo at him. “My poor baby. I’m so sorry the big meany kept me from taking care of you last night.” She reaches behind him to plump his pillow, and the little asshole smirks. Yes, a fucking dog can smirk. When Megan was attacked and badly hurt, my brother lost his mind and bought the animal for protection. Things have gone south since then because Megan treats the guard dog like a child. I told Harden that letting his woman dress the damn animal in sweaters and bows would turn Schutz from a guard dog into a pussy. Now, all the evidence of this already happening is sitting right in front of the television, soaking up Tricia’s attention.
As I’m watching the stomach-turning display, I promise myself never to let Tricia do this same thing to any pets we own. Then I realize exactly where my thinking has gone. What the fuck is happening to me? Or, better yet, what the fuck has already happened to my unobservant ass? The little pink-haired spitfire snuck in and stole my heart when I was busy trying to duck her insults.
After we spend the day showering the fucking dog with attention, I drag Tricia into Harden’s living room and pull her down next to me on the sofa. Big brown eyes are begging me from the floor for an invitation to join us, but I glare at the fucker. He’s stolen enough of my girl’s attention for one day. Once Tricia snuggles in and her body is relaxed against mine, I realize now is the time to discuss the rest of her week here. “We have a week to get to know each other. I know you’re staying here to run the café and take care of the big baby, but I’d like the chance for us to get to know each other and maybe continue what we’ve started.”
Concerned bright blue eyes glance up at me as Tricia lays her head on my shoulder. “You live here, and I live in Naverton. How could we even make this work?”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I try to swallow my concerns. “We have a week to figure something out. Let’s see what happens.” Her weak smile tells me she isn’t convinced. By the time this week is over, I will figure out a way to make this relationship permanent. Somewhere between offering me manpons and running out on me before Harden’s wedding, the little firecracker took full possession of my heart. Since I have no desire to reclaim it, I’ll have to find a way to claim Tricia instead. I spent six months fighting my feelings and lost all that time with my girl. I refuse to lose anymore.
The fucking week goes by way too fast. I’ve always been known for my quick thinking, but my mind is sluggish right now, and it’s pissing me off. Harden and Megan return in two days, and I’m still not sure how to keep my girl. One thing I do know, I need to find a way soon. Giving Tricia up just isn’t an option.
Every day, she runs the café while I spend my day thinking about her. Luckily, there’s little crime in Sweetbriar because the sheriff, me, spends all day sitting at his desk and trying to find the perfect solution to an unsolvable problem. After work each day, I spend an hour or so in the café until it’s time for Tricia to close up for the day, then we return to Harden’s together.
I’m sitting at one of the little pink vinyl booths when I hear the tongue clucking. “As Sheriff, you should know better.” Mrs. Jarvis is pointing at my neck before she looks over at Tricia, who’s standing behind the counter. “You two aren’t teenagers. It looks like a vampire attacked both of you.”
My patience is at zero, and I don’t think before responding. “Oh, come on, Misty. You’re just jealous.” The old bat’s pale blonde eyebrows hit her hairline before she sputters on about heathens living in our community. Tricia begins coughing loudly behind the counter, and I know she’s trying to hide her laughter as the old bitty slams out the door.
The next two days come and go, and I’m still trying to figure out how to handle this situation. Giving up my girl isn’t an option, so I’m going to find a solution.
“Oh my God, Schutzy, you have grown while I was gone.” Megan drops her purse on the hall table and rushes over to the smirking animal. As she hugs him, the Rottweiler looks over his shoulder at Harden and glares. It appears he blames my brother for the week he spent with us. I get a little bit of satisfaction, knowing the dog is going to make Harden’s life a living hell for the foreseeable future. The two girls begin talking over each other as they start pulling crap out of Megan’s suitcase.
“Come have a beer. This could take a while.” Harden shakes his head, and I follow him into the kitchen. Tonight is the last night with my girl before she leaves for Naverton. I don’t plan to spend it with my brother and his new wife. I’ve decided there’s only one way to make this relationship work. After Tricia leaves on Sunday, I’m going to put my plan into action, so I can claim my girl before I expire from mis
sing her. My heart is already heavy at the thought of letting her leave, but I know I need to make sure I can pull my plan off before I let her in on it.
Sunday morning, I find myself driving Tricia to the airport again. This time, I dread letting her walk away. Telling myself it’s only for a short time, I try to keep a positive attitude and assure my girl.
The goodbyes at Harden’s house took forever, and I thought for sure Megan would demand that we kidnap Tricia and keep her prisoner. The airport is a madhouse when we arrive, and I realize I need to make a few things clear before my girl boards her plane. Tricia has tears in her eyes as I grab her suitcases out of the truck. “Hey, we will figure this out. I have no intention of letting you go.”
Tricia swallows several times before standing on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. “I’ll call you when I get home. I had a great time, Hoover.”
It feels like goodbye, but I refuse to believe this is the end. “See you soon, Sugar Pie,” Now that I’ve found my soulmate, I have no intention of letting her slip from my life. It’s time to put my plan into action and prove to her we are meant to be together. We talk on the phone the first night she’s home, and I can tell something’s different. I decide to work on my move before discussing it with her. Missing her like crazy, I text her during lunch a few days later, and her return text shatters my world.
