Slow Dances Under an Orange Moon (Colors of Love Book 4)

by V. L. Locey

  “Maybe tomorrow we can rent some bikes and make another pass of the market. Those hot pies looked so good, but I was full,” Davy said while patting his belly.

  I pulled him into my arms, the bags sliding to the carpet, and kissed him on the nose. “We can do whatever you want tomorrow and every single day from this moment forth. I’m here to fill your life with laughter, romance, and incredible sex.” I found his ass, jerking his groin tight to mine. “Speaking of sex…”

  “Mm, one of my favorite topics.” He grabbed my hips to anchor me in place then sealed his lips over mine in a crushing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. We danced around the lounge, knocking knees into tables but unwilling to break the searing kiss that carried us into the bedroom.

  “If I would have known books turned you on like this I’d have volunteered at the library,” I huffed, watching him drop to his knees. He smiled up at me then rubbed his nose along the ridge of my erection, the denim a barrier that needed to go like yesterday. “Ah shit,” I moaned. He nipped the hard length of me then undid my belt and zipper. I was into this part big time, nothing better than the stripping of the clothes. I pulled my shirt over my head, flung it to the floor, and then inhaled sharply when my pants were jerked to my ankles. I looked down. The tip of my cock was peeking out of the top of my underwear. Davy leaned in to lick the slit. A jolt of liquid fire raced through me. I pumped my hips gently, rubbing my cockhead over his lips. With one finger, he eased the elastic band down over my dick, freeing it but leaving my balls bound in cotton.

  He wet his lips. I groaned aloud, my fingers resting on his head, massaging his scalp. “Do not come in my mouth. I want you to come when you’re inside me.”

  “Whatever you say, Officer.” Damn, if only he had his handcuffs, we could have us a fun little round of the naughty ATV rider and the burly wildlife officer. “Just get my dick into your mouth.”

  “So damn pushy,” he muttered, taking my cock in his hand down by the base before he sucked the head into his mouth. I jerked and sighed at the sweet sensations. His mouth was so hot and wet, his tongue working the underside of my head. I dug my fingers into his hair. Davy groaned around my dick, going down on it greedily. Then he pulled off. And then went down to where his fingers were fisted around me and then pulled off.

  “Jesus, keep doing that right there. It’s fucking perfect,” I panted, trying my best not to fuck the ever-loving shit out of his mouth. Truly, I wanted to be a gentle lover but the slick friction of his mouth and hand moving in perfect unison soon had my pelvis moving in quick, jerky thrusts. When I began mumbling he slowed the pace, slipping off my dick, his chin and lips glistening.

  “Now we fuck,” he stated then wiped the spittle from his face.

  “Talk about pushy,” I countered and dropped back to the bed. The mattress was so firm it never moved even when my big ass fell on it. “I’m yours. Do with me what you will.” I flung my arms out to the sides, closed my eyes, and let the chips fall where they may.

  Davy’s belt hit the floor followed by his pants. I heard him digging around in one of our bags, the unzipping alerting me to what he was about to do. Hard as it was, I kept my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth closed. He climbed onto the bed beside me, his breathing ragged. Then he touched my dick. I groaned in delight when he rolled a condom over me.

  “You going to ride me?” I asked, anticipation making my balls tingle.

  “Like a fucking bicycle,” he answered then slung a leg over my hips.

  “A bicycle? That the best sexy fun line you could come up with?” I teased, opening my eyes to find him balanced above me, one fist on the bed next to my head, the other behind him. I growled like a grizzly. Yeah, he wanted to get that taut hole of his well lubed because once I was in him there was no stopping for such things as lube, water, or air. I’d pass the fuck out before I allowed my dick to slide out of his sweet passage.

  “I’m a game warden not a chirpy hockey player,” he commented dryly before leaning down to lick into my open and willing mouth. I sucked on his tongue as he worked the fat head of my dick into him. A low rumble left his swollen lips as he eased down onto me, inch by glorious tight inch. When I was buried to the hilt, he rocked up then eased back. Sparks went off at the base of my spine.

  “Shit, shit, still.” I grabbed his hips, dug my fingers into his flesh, and held him in one place. “Stop, no, don’t do that…” He clamped around me. I grunted and bit down on my lower lip. “Dammit, babe, you need to stop, or I’m going to come.”

  “Then come. Fuck me hard and come. Do it.” He egged me on, milking my cock until the sparks dancing along my spine ignited into big fireworks. I bucked up, my hips leaving the bed. He yelped, his cock bouncing up and down. The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, washing me along on waves of such intense pleasure I didn’t care if I ever surfaced. Davy kept up the pace, fucking himself like a wild man, bouncing and clawing at my forearms as I held his hips in a death grip.

  “Ah holy fucking hell,” I shouted, the fancy iron headboard slapping the wall loudly. Davy’s dick caught my eye, the tip was coated with precum. My mouth watered for a taste. “Get up here and fuck my mouth. Come down my throat.”

  “Christ above.” He eased off my dick. The loss was a crushing one for about ten seconds, then his knees settled on either side of my head. I smiled up at him, my palms cupping his firm ass, my middle fingers diddling with the rim of his slippery hole. “You like sucking my dick?”

  He took his cock in hand and tapped my lower lip with it. I stuck out my tongue in reply, grunting for him to feed me that dick. Davy’s brown eyes were molten, the color nearly obliterated by his fat pupils. He patted my tongue with his cock, rubbed the plump head over my lips and nose then brought it back to my mouth. I opened wide and he eased it in, just the head. I suckled on that head with vigor, sliding two middle fingers into his hole. He rocked back onto my fingers, but his dick slid free. So he canted forward, his cock slipping into my mouth so far it tickled my throat. My fingers slipped out.

  “This is…fuck,” he huffed, working himself in a delirious state where his hips were moving like a piston. Eyes watering, mouth full, balls waffling my chin, I pushed my fingers into him as he moved back. He cried out. Cum splashed my molars. My eyelids fluttered at the sublime flavor coating my tongue. I gulped and swallowed, wiggling the fingers that were deep in his ass. He seemed to come forever, hot jets pulsing from him, filling my mouth again and again until finally he sort of folded like an old ironing board. To the left he tumbled, his dick slithering from my lips as he went.

  “Holy sweet merciful baby Jesus,” I coughed weakly as he lay there across the bed like a wet towel.

  “Umpfah lumpha.”

  “Yeah, oompa loompa is right.” I had not a single clue why we were discussing Willie Wonka’s helpers right after mind blowing sex. Maybe this was a kink of Davy’s that was just coming to the fore. Maybe the randy bastard wanted me to dress up as one and he could be Willie. Oh my, what naughty kinds of things would happen in that factory? “We could do it in that room with the bubbles that carry you to the ceiling. Oral sex in the air. Mm, yeah…”

  He rolled to his side. “What the shit are you talking about? I never said anything about oompa loompas, I said ‘Oh my asshole’.”

  “Oh, I misheard. I’d still be down to paint my face orange and fuck you over a chocolate desk. Just saying.” I rolled over and on top of him, pinning his back to the bed and claiming a long, luscious kiss that had us both rutting against each other in short order. We slipped from the bed and into the big shower stall, his hands and mine moving over each other as we tasted and licked, his ass taking one more pounding before we collapsed into the rumpled bedding, damp and replete.

  “You glad you came?” I asked after the lights were out, and he was playing little spoon to my big spoon.

  “I am, yes.”

  I dropped a kiss to his bare shoulder. He smelled so good like freshly-washed man. God, I loved the scent of him and th
e feel of him tight to me.

  “I never want to sleep without you in my arms.”

  I waited for him to stiffen up, but he didn’t. “I’m not sure I’m ready to move in yet. I’m just now feeling like we can call this a reconciliation.”

  “Fine, we won’t make it official until you’re ready. As long as you’re in my arms every night, I can wait for the change of address mayhem. Do you think that will happen maybe?”

  He yawned. “Maybe…down the road.”

  “Cool. You know we can expand the studio. Make it bigger.” Whatever would make him happy was on my honey-do list.

  “No, I kind of like it small and cozy. We could make the bathroom bigger though.”

  Yeah, we could. I drifted off to visions of bath remodels dancing in my head.

  Chapter Ten

  The trip to Detroit changed things for us, and that change was a good one. Davy was less flighty now, more settled into the notion that we were doing this new and improved us. Kye and Davy 2.0 as it were. We sailed into early September as new lovers do, on gossamer wings. Not really, the only wings I saw on a daily basis belonged to a mother goose and a drone.

  Sampson’s goslings had grown incredibly quick. According to Davy, waterfowl had a tendency to do that. The little geese were all feathered out now and much friendlier than their mother. They’d dash out of the water when they saw Dunny or me coming, eager for the garden scraps or corn we fed them as snacks. Sampson would prowl the perimeter, glaring at us as she would dash in to grab a wilted lettuce leaf before waddling back to the pond to call her children back to the water. The goslings would be heading to their new home within the week, and we’d be getting a gander. Oh joys. I could only imagine how many ass pinches I’d get when he arrived. Dunny was tickled pink though, and in the end that was all that mattered. I’d get Davy to kiss any butt bruises two geese might inflict on my tender posterior. He liked licking my ass. It was mutual ass admiration there though because I loved rimming him.

  There were still some hot days to contend with, and the kids were heading off to school in three days. We had to see Labor Day off today, and then summer was officially over. Our cookout was a small affair. Stella, Dunny, Mr. & Mrs. Aguirre, Davy, and me. We ate on my tiny back porch, Davy grilled burgers, and I made a killer German potato salad that even my future mother-in-law raved about. Oh yes, one day she would call me son. It would happen. Bank on it.

  “Can you make this again sometime?” Davy asked after the cookout had ended, and I’d gotten Dunny settled in his bed with an old John Wayne war movie playing in his room.

  “The potato salad?” I asked, looking up from the sink of dirty dishes I was washing to him as he was covering all the leftovers. He nodded. “Sure. I think you can make it hot too. I’ll check on Pinterest.”

  He opened the fridge to slide in the plate of leftover burgers. “Pinterest? Since when are you pinning things?”

  “Since I’m now the man of the house and cooker of the foods.” I wiggled my ass to make my tiny pink apron dance a bit.

  “Ah, I see. You know I can cook as well.” He bumped the fridge door closed with his hip before coming over to me, cuddling up to my back, and sliding his hand under my apron and seeing what it was hiding. “Also, for future reference, maybe you shouldn’t wash dishes in just an apron. You never know what you might back up into.” He rutted his stiff dick up against my backside.

  “You lose those pants and I’ll back up on that as far as I can,” I breathlessly replied. Before you could say ‘Lemon scented goodness’ his dick was out and rubbing tantalizingly over my asshole. “Got anything slippery nearby?” I asked, gripping the side of the sink so I could lever my ass closer to his cock.

  “Let me go grab the lube. Stay right there. Do not move a muscle.” He slapped my right cheek hard. I shuddered at the sting then closed my eyes in anticipation. I knew naked dishwashing would be fun. He thundered out of the bedroom, lube and condoms in hand, smile bright, his dick hard. The first popping sound didn’t register as anything to be concerned over at first. It was Labor Day, and so I assumed someone in the vicinity was shooting off a gun in celebration. When the second, third, and fourth gunshots rang out, Davy dove at me and sent me to the ground. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the ping of ricochets kept us on the floor, hands over our heads.

  Silence fell. The assault on my house lasted maybe ten seconds. It felt like ten hours though.

  “Are you okay?” Davy asked, his voice thick and gruff.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I sat up. My sliding door was shattered beyond repair and several of Rose’s oils had been shot up. “Did that just happen on purpose?” I enquired but Davy was already on his feet, dancing into his pants, and heading out the door before I could even figure out the details. I stood up, ripped off my apron and found some shorts, then bolted outside to find Davy talking to Dunny.

  “Dun! You okay?” I shouted as I barreled up to the house.

  “Yeah, yeah, fine. Stupid damn drunken teenagers! If they killed my geese, I’ll find them all and cut off their balls!”

  The geese? I spun around. Davy had jogged around the front of the house to see if he could see the departing vehicle. Even though it was night and the moon was only at half, I could see the side of the coop had been targeted.

  “Oh no,” I whispered. “You stay here. No!” I waved a finger at Dunny. “It’s dark and the grass is wet. We don’t need you falling and breaking a hip. Stay here! I’ll go check the geese.”

  He nodded, the yellow bulb beside his back door showing just how worried he was. I patted his arm then took off, slipping in the dew a bit, I slowed as I neared the coop. Stella was yelling out of one of her windows, and now Davy’s folks’ voices could be heard bouncing over the pond as they came out to see what was going on. I padded closer to the newly-finished building and breathed a sigh of relief.

  The bullet holes were all up by the top of the coop, where chickens would be roosted. Whoever had shot up my goose coop were fucking morons as geese don’t roost. They sleep on the ground. Davy appeared with a flashlight.

  “I notified the state police,” he informed me. I nodded. We slipped into the coop. The geese were up, obviously, what with the noise and the flashlight, also I don’t think geese sleep all night long. I’d heard Sampson honking at all hours of the night. Why? Who knew? We shined the light on all seven geese just to make sure, but they all were fine just disgruntled. Davy and I left them be then, closing the door gently and meeting his parents.

  “You tend to them. I’m going to get Dunny inside.” Davy nodded. I heard him telling his parents to get back inside because they were trampling evidence. I jogged back up the hill. “They’re all fine. Sampson tried to pinch my ass and the littles were pulling on my shorts looking for snacks.”

  “Thank God,” Dunny said, sagging in relief. “What the hell was that all about?”

  “Not a clue. Come on, let’s go back inside and wait for the police.” I led Dunny inside, locked the back door just in case, and made a pot of coffee. Not like we’d be getting any sleep after that happy horseshit.

  The rest of the night was indeed spent talking with the cops, making coffee, and trying to get Dunny to go back upstairs to rest. Might as well have been talking to a barn beam. He was all kinds of Mr. Cordiality, serving coffee to the police and baking those cinnamon buns from a can for everyone. If only he’d have changed out of Rose’s flowery robe to play hostess. Oh well, who was I to judge? Before our land became a war zone, I was in one of Rose’s pink aprons and nothing else.

  With the sun now peeking over the horizon, Davy and I got a chance to return to the studio and look at the mess in the light of day. The police were done gathering evidence and were on the road searching for tire tracks or something. I was too tired and too pissed to care. Davy was the law enforcement one of this twosome.

  “What a fucking mess.” I sighed after we entered through the front door. Davy slid an arm around me. “And they shot Rose
’s paintings, the ass weasels.”

  “This has Markson written all over it,” Davy grumbled, walking over to fetch the broom and dustpan from where it rested in the corner. I padded into the bedroom to find shoes for both of us.

  “I cannot say I disagree with that thought,” I said, grabbing the trash can as I passed it. “We better take pictures before we clean it up for the insurance claims.”

  “Kyle was released on bail and he’s got a hard-on for me, I’m sure,” Davy said, handing me the broom so he could take several shots of the door, the walls, and the oils, not that the paintings my grandmother had created were worth much monetarily but they were incredibly important to Dunny, my father, and me. Shit. I should probably call my parents and tell them about this. Would that just worry them needlessly though? They were in Florida. Not a lot they could do down there.

  “Yeah, and I ran into Joey at the lumber mill right after you busted his brother. He was not pleased with either of us. He used his one and only homosexual slur word many times.”

  Davy handed me my phone which was nearly dead. Kind of like me. I was emotionally and physically dead on my ass. “That whole pack is bad news, always has been.”

  “Maybe I’ll get a shower, get my clothes on, and make a slow pass by the Markson estate down in the hollow, just to see what’s up.” I chucked my phone to the nearest table with the intent of plugging it into the charger.

  His eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it. Kye, I mean it. If I find out you were near the hollow, I will cuff you to the bed before I leave for work every day until this is settled legally.”

  “Oh ho, so it’s that kind of kink you’re into now, is it?” I joked, but it fell flat. Guess we were both too spent to find anything humorous. His dark look pulled a sigh from me. “I was kidding.”

  “Sure you were.” He dropped to one knee to man the dustpan. “Let’s just get this mess cleaned up and try not to lash out at people who we only suspect might have a motive to come gunning for us. I wish I could take the day off. I’m fucking exhausted, but I have a presentation over at the elementary school today.”