The dirt lot behind the building is empty, save for the cars that are all parked haphazardly in makeshift parking spots. I don’t know quite what to say to this woman. I know what I want to do with her, but I’m not sure how to strike up a conversation.
Opening my pickup door, I stand behind her as she climbs inside. Her ass is in my face as she jumps up in the truck and I hold back the moan at the sight. She’s curvier than I would normally go for, but fuck I want to taste every square inch of those curves of hers.
Once she’s settled, I close the door and jog over to my side. Starting the engine, I shift the truck into reverse and wrap my fingers around the back of her headrest. Her eyes are on my profile as I look behind me and back up.
My cock strains against my jeans even more, the anticipation of what is to come, is too fucking great.
“So, what do you do?” she asks, sounding timid.
I grin, glancing over to her as I pull out on the dark country road. “I’m a lineman,” I announce. Pride fills my chest at the declaration of my occupation.
“Like football?” she asks.
I almost laugh. “Though I was a lineman in high school ball, that’s not exactly what I do now. I build powerline and restore power,” I explain.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Wow.”
“What about you?” I ask, gripping my steering wheel so tight that I hear it crack and pop beneath my hands.
Exeter is silent for a moment, then I hear her let out a sigh. “I’m a registered nurse,” she says softly.
“Holy shit, that’s awesome,” I state.
Releasing one of my hands from the steering wheel, I reach over and wrap my fingers around her knee, giving it a squeeze. “That’s an amazing profession, which part of the hospital do you work?”
Her hand covers mine at her knee and she laces her fingers with my own. “Postpartum,” she murmurs.
My heart, it seizes in my chest at her word. It shouldn’t bother me, it’s been fifteen years and it’s not as if my child was ever born, or if I even saw the evidence of it growing inside of Sammi’s body. But I still think about it almost every single day.
I think about the fact that he or she would be in high school right now. I wonder if it had been a boy, would he be like me, look like me? Would he like football, or would he have been more like Sammi.
Fifteen years has not erased the pain inside of me at the fact that she made a decision for me, without my consent, and nobody gave much of a fuck what I thought or wanted.
EXETER
The man next to me frowns. I shouldn’t be here with him, in his truck, driving toward his house. I should have stayed home, but the memories of my past, they were too much—too painful. I needed to be free tonight, and I decided to take up a tall bearded man on his offer.
I should ask him to turn around, to take me home, but there’s a sadness in his brown eyes, one that I recognize. He pulls up to this small ranch style single story house and shifts the truck into park.
“Ready?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.
His hair is dark, his beard full and I bite the corner of my lip wondering what it’s going to feel like all over my naked body. I’ve never been with a man who had a beard before, and that alone makes tonight exciting.
“I am,” I murmur.
He grins, showing his white teeth, which look really bright with the dark beard that surrounds his mouth. Without another word, he exits the truck and I watch him jog around the front.
I wonder, to myself, why he picked me out of all the women at that bar. Then again, I’m too afraid to question it, because I’ve never been with a man so ruggedly handsome before and I’m going to hold on with both hands, at least for the night.
My door flies open, and he holds out his palm for me. He’s a gentleman, something that I never thought I could have for myself, even if it’s only for one night. Once I’m on my feet, Wyatt gently tugs me behind him, toward his home.
“You live here alone?” I ask, once he unlocks the door and pushes it open.
He flips the light in the living room on and I take a step inside. It’s plain, with no decor, nothing much but a sofa and a giant television on the wall. Closing the door behind me, I lock it and turn back to face him.
Wyatt’s dark eyes are on me, they’re searching my body and his gaze pauses on my breasts. I watch him lick his lips, and normally that would not be sexy in the slightest, but when he does it, my thighs tremble.
“My cousin was renting from me.” He shrugs. “He’s livin’ with his woman now,” he murmurs.
I expect him to take a step toward me, maybe touch me somewhere—anywhere. My entire body feels like it’s a giant ball of need, of want and desire, but Wyatt does nothing, he doesn’t make a single move.
Finally, after what feels like forever, his feet move, I hold my breath while he closes the distance between us. Lifting his hand, he extends his index finger and I close my eyes as he touches my temple, then drags the finger down the side of my face.
I only let out the breath when I feel the pad of his finger trace my bottom lip. Opening my eyes, I connect my gaze to his as I peek my tongue out and taste him. He grunts, his eyes widening for just a moment. Then he leans forward, dropping his hand before his mouth replaces his touch.
Slanting my head, I part my lips slightly, slipping my tongue out to taste his. He groans, wrapping one of his hands around my waist, the other dives into my hair, gripping the strands at the back of my head.
I nip his bottom lip, which spurs another groan from him. He slowly breaks the kiss, his breath heavy and his hooded eyes finding mine. “Exeter,” he breathes.
“Wyatt.”
“Fuck,” he hisses before his lips touch mine again.
This time his tongue fills my mouth and it’s my turn to let out a long moan of my own. There are no other words to explain how he kisses me, other than, the man fucks my mouth. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his shoulders.
My fingers touch the nape of his neck feeling his slightly longish hair, which is softer than I anticipated. He grunts, pulling away from me and we both breathe heavily as we stare at one another.
“You can fucking kiss, Exeter. Goddamn, but that mouth was made for kissin’, sugar.”
“That all you planning on doing with it?” I ask, my body too hot, my legs too shaky, and my heart beating too rapidly.
“No, ma’am.” He grins.
He bends down and picks me up.
Picks.
Me.
Up.
Me.
Size ten, all tits, ass, and thick thighs, me. I cry out, but he hushes me as he stomps down the hall. He turns to the right and without much of a word, he deposits me on the bed.
“Get naked, Exeter,” he demands.
A shiver of desire runs through my entire body. Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my black wrap top, I quickly pull it over my head. I throw it somewhere in the room, not caring where it lands.
Standing, I unbutton then unzip my tight lycra infused jeans. Thank God for lycra, I think to myself as I shimmy them down my legs. My cheeks feel hot as I realize that I’m now in just my panties and bra in front of this man. A virtual stranger.
The room is bathed in low light from the single lamp in the corner, but there’s no more hiding beneath my clothes. He can see all of me now, and although when I first started to undress, I didn’t care, now that my lust brain is a bit less hazy, I really care.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
He closes the distance between us, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue is down my throat again. I moan, opening wider for him, welcoming his tongue. His hands are warm as they both wrap around my shoulders, then slowly they slide to my back as he moves his lips down my neck.
Closing my eyes, he drags my bra down my arms, releasing my breasts from their confines. The cool air kisses my skin and my nipples immediately harden. His mouth continues to move down my neck, he sucks against my collarbone before he dips his
head even more and wraps his lips around one of my nipples.
My hand automatically flies into the back of his hair, my head falls back, and I arch my breast closer toward him. I want more, so much more.
His tongue flicks my nipple, swirling around it one more time before his mouth moves to the other side. He sucks, flicks, and swirls my other nipple, and when my eyes close, I imagine him doing the same against my clit. A shiver runs throughout my entire body at the thought.
“Wyatt,” I whimper, unable to control myself.
He grunts, his mouth never leaving my skin, not while he kisses down my chest, my stomach and just above my pussy. I’m still wearing my scrap of plain black cotton panties. His fingers hook in the sides of my panties and he slowly drags them down my legs until they pool at my ankles.
“Sugar, your pussy taste as sweet as that mouth?” he asks.
“I-I-I…” I don’t know what to say.
Luckily, Wyatt doesn’t demand an answer, his hands lift to my hips and without much resistance from me, he pushes me down so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs for me,” he demands, his eyes looking nowhere but the prize that he is intently focused on.
I do as he asks, spreading my legs, and then a thrill of excitement rolls through me when he immediately lets out a long groan.
Chapter Two
WYATT
Exeter’s cheeks tint pink with her embarrassment. She’s completely naked, bare in front of me, her legs spread and her pussy pink and wet on display.
Goddamn, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my bed. I can’t believe that I’m going to eat her pussy, I don’t even know her, but fuck, I’m actually craving her cunt.
I’ve only ever eaten Sammi out, any other woman I’ve slept with has been a quick fuck and get out thing. But this is different, she’s different. She’s not some hardened barfly, not some sorority slut on break, home for the summer.
Exeter lifts her hand, running her fingers through my hair. Leaning forward slightly, I inhale deeply, taking in her scent.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be sweet.”
Her cheeks turn bright ass red, and I find that it makes me want her even more. Keeping my eyes on hers, I flatten my tongue and slide it through her entire center. Her light eyes widen, then roll in the back of her head as her eyelids flutter closed.
“Oh, God,” she moans when I circle her clit.
Her legs fall open a bit farther, making more room for my shoulders, and I take that opportunity to move in a bit closer. Her hips lift, my gaze stays focused on her, taking in her cues as I familiarize myself with her body, with her wants, with her needs—with her desires.
Exeter’s fingers tighten in my hair and I let out a moan as she grinds her pussy against my face. Lifting one of my hands, I slip two fingers inside of her while my tongue focuses on her clit. Her entire body trembles when I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her wet heat.
I groan, imagining my cock taking the place of my fingers inside of her. She’s warm and wet, so goddamn sweet and inviting that I can hardly hold back. Her thighs shake next to my head as I speed up the movement of my tongue against her clit.
“I’m so close,” she cries.
I go faster, my fingers and my tongue moving so goddamn fast that she’ll be forced to come on my tongue, and immediately. A sound is wrenched from her throat, a mix between a mewl and a sob. Her entire body shakes, and I finally close my eyes as her release hits my tongue. I can’t stop tasting her, lapping up every fucking ounce of that sweet, sweet taste.
Once she’s completely relaxed, her body limp above me, only then do I remove myself from between her legs, reluctantly. I wish that I could keep my face buried in her cunt all goddamn night. Jesus fucking shit, she smells and tastes spectacular.
“Wyatt,” she breathes as her hands fall away from my hair.
I kiss up her stomach, noticing that she attempts to suck it in on my way up to her neck. She doesn’t need to, her body is so soft and lush, it’s perfect. Reaching behind me, I grab hold of my shirt and tug it over my head.
Exeter reaches for my pants and pops the top button of my jeans, then unzips them before she pushes them and my underwear down past my hips. My cock springs free, immediately she wraps her fingers around my length and gives me an expert tug.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pressing my lips to hers.
I fill her mouth with my tongue, tasting her. Goddamn, I could take turns kissing her mouth, eating her pussy, and die a happy man. She tugs my dick again, her grip firm, it feels too fucking good. I’m about to come all over her stomach, and I will do that, but not until I’ve been inside of her.
Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pull her off of my dick and slam her arm above her head. She lets out a gasp, arching her back. I want nothing more than to immediately sink inside of her. Reaching for my pants pocket, I tug out a condom. Ripping the foil off with my teeth, I release her wrist and quickly sheath myself.
“You ready?” I grind out.
She licks her lips, then nods, her eyes finding mine. I align my cock with her center, pushing just the tip inside of her. I close my eyes, a ragged breath escaping me.
“I’m ready,” she moans.
Without wasting another moment, I sink deep inside of her to the root. I let out a gasp once I’m completely seated in her body. She’s so warm, so wet, and I curse this goddamn condom that is between us. I want nothing more than to feel her bare and drenched.
“Wyatt,” she whispers.
Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her closer to the edge of the bed. Tipping my chin, I focus on her pussy, on the way my cock slides in and out of her, the condom covered in her wetness with each stroke. She’s so fucking stretched around me, taking me. Her legs shift, moving closer to her chest, as she allows even more of me inside of her.
Sliding my hand up the center of her chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck, holding her gently as I continue to fuck her slowly. I don’t want to rush this, if I do, I’ll come in a matter of seconds. I want this to last, at least for a little while, a couple minutes.
Exeter lifts both of her hands, her fingers grabbing hold of the sheets above her head, and then, she surprises the shit out of me as she arches her back and pushes down against me.
“More,” she begs.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Pulling out of her, I wrap my hands around the outsides of her thighs and flip her over onto her stomach. Keeping my fingers firmly grasped on her lush hips, I wrench her body back as I fill her in one swift move. She lets out a long moan. I don’t give her time to adjust again, I fuck her. My fingers dig into her flesh, my teeth grind, and I growl as I take her from behind.
“Yes,” she hisses, pushing back against me, fucking me with as much power, strength, and pure lust as I fuck her. “Oh God. I’m going to come, don’t stop,” she cries.
Her ass shakes, I watch in awe of the way she moves and then I feel her pussy clench around me and only then do I let go. I slam into her wet heat three more times before my back tingles and my balls draw up.
Pulling out of her, I tug the condom off and jerk my dick until I watch my release come out in long hot spurts over her ass, her fucking beautiful ass.
Lifting my opposite hand to her skin, I spread my release around, loving the way she looks painted with my cum. She is lying on her stomach, her head turns, and then our eyes meet.
Something inside of me shifts, something changes, and I know that this woman isn’t just some fuck, she’s something else.
Something more.
EXETER
My eyelids open and there is a heavy arm wrapped around my back. I inhale a sharp breath, my eyes adjusting to the dark room. Oh my God. I slept with a complete stranger. Of all the stupid things I’ve done in my life, this one is the absolute dumbest. I don’t know what came over me.
Closing my eyes, I curse to myself. I’m a terrible liar, even to mysel
f. I know exactly why I came home with Wyatt.
Slowly, I move my head so that I can look at him. He’s lying on his stomach, sleeping on his cheek. His eyes are closed, his lips pursed and barely visible beneath his thick dark beard.
If he opened his eyes, I would see his light brown eyes and that is why I came home with him—he’s beautiful.
A girl like me doesn’t catch the attention of a man like him. His rugged beauty, he has a fit muscular body, that easy smile. I’ve never in my life had someone like him look at me twice, let alone ask me home with him.
Pressing my lips together, I inhale a deep breath and attempt to remove myself from his bed, I need to go. I need to run. Once he sees me in the morning light, he’s going to regret ever touching me.
No man like him, no good man with a nice house, a newer truck, and clean rough working man’s hands would want trailer trash like me.
I may have gone to school and become an RN, but I’m still Exeter White. I’m still the girl that was abused by her father, still the girl who had an abortion at the age of sixteen. I’ll never be any good to a man like him.
I don’t deserve someone good, someone clean, someone who smiles as easily as he does, whose touch isn’t laced with cruel intentions. I’m too dirty for him, too damaged for the likes of him or anyone like him.
As quietly as I can, I dress and grab my purse. Carrying my shoes, I don’t put them on until I’ve slipped out of the front door. I turn to the right and begin to walk back toward the bar, toward my car. I should have driven myself here, how incredibly stupid of me. Though I never claimed to be smart, I’m not. Never have been—never will be.
The roads are quiet and dark as I make my way toward the country bar. I hear noises all around me, animals that move around in the dark. No good can come from crossing their paths and I hope that they will stay in their respective areas of the darkness and nowhere near me.
Keeping my head down, I focus on my feet, putting one foot in front of the other. Tears prick my eyes at the thought of leaving that beautiful man and that comfortable bed.
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