Blue Beaver: Awkward Book Two

by Heller, JB

  Ripping her mouth away from me, her glassy eyes flick from mine to the large cab of the tractor. “We can do dirty things in there,” she whispers.

  My cock jumps at the thought of taking her inside my tractor. Fuck. Yes!

  I spin us around so her back is against the tyre and yank open the glass door, then guide her up the three steps to enter the cab. Once inside, I sit, flip the armrests up, and tug her into my lap.

  She grinds down on my aching dick, and my head tips back. If this isn’t every man’s dream right here, I don’t know what is.

  Charlotte runs her greedy little hands over my chest, scraping her nails over my nipples, making me shudder. I yank the top of her sundress down and suck her through her thin bra. She squirms in my lap, then she’s unfastening my belt and lowering my zipper.

  She slides her warm palm down my stomach, then slips it inside my underwear and wraps her fingers around my girth. I grab her face and kiss her senseless as she frees my cock and begins stroking.

  One of her hands leaves my dick and she lifts herself a little, tugs her panties to the side, then slides down my shaft. When she’s fully seated, we both moan in pleasure.

  “Fuckkk,” I gasp at the sensation of her wet heat engulfing me. It gets better every fucking time.

  Just like that, she rides me. The air suspension in the seat rolls with our rhythm, making for a smooth ride. My fingers dig into her hips, lifting her then slamming her back down on my dick, over and over again.

  I dip my head, suck her nipple into my mouth, and she explodes around me, clenching and squeezing my dick so tightly that I follow her over the edge.

  Never in all my life did I think I would ever have sex in a tractor. But there it is. I just did, and it was fucking marvellous. “We’re doing this again,” I breathe into Elijah’s neck as we both come down from the high we always seem to hit together.

  “Definitely,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to my sweaty temple.

  It’s been three months since he broke into my house. Three of the happiest months of my life. We haven’t put any official labels on our relationship status, but we’re definitely in one.

  We’ve had a smooth run so far, except for that little psycho Delilah. That bitch really has it out for me. Last weekend, she stole my last coconut and jam slice from the goody box I got from McKenna. I know it was her; I saw the jam on her furry little mouth. Elijah thinks it’s all in my head. She never does shit to me in front of him, but I’ll catch her out one day.

  Elijah tugs the top of my dress into place, and I lift up and off of him. He tucks himself back in his pants and refastens them while I climb down the steps. I’m on the last one when—ow! Pain shoots through my ankle. Something bit me!

  I squeal, lose my balance, and fall the last two feet to the ground.

  Splayed out flat on my back, I blink up at the barn roof. Then the devil’s bride’s head pops into my view. That little …

  I’m about to wrap my hands around her scrawny little throat when Eli jumps down from the cab. “Jesus, what happened? Are you okay?”

  “No! Your side piece just bit me!”

  Offering me a hand up, Eli rolls his eyes. “This again? She’s a llama. If anything, she’s going to spit on you, not bite you, baby. And you’re more than enough for me. I don’t need a side piece.”

  I am seething as she sidles up to Eli like an angel who can do no wrong.

  Oh, you don’t know who you’re messing with, lady. I glare at her, and she glares right back. It is on like Donkey Kong.

  That night, while Eli’s passed out in a sex coma, I sneak out of his bed and retrieve the electric clippers I got off eBay the last time Delilah and I had a run-in. I tiptoe out to the lounge where she is sleeping, since Eli kicks her out when I come to stay.

  Without making a sound, I pounce. I pin her down with my body so she can’t escape as I shave one long stripe from the top of her curly head to the tip of her tiny tail.

  THE END

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  At eighteen, I became my nephew’s guardian and my once carefree life ceased to exist.

  The next fourteen years passed in a blur of unconventional parenting, more wine than I’m sure most good mothers consume and a non-existent sex life. So, when my nephew’s best friend, Weston, starts making his growing feelings for me abundantly clear, I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

  There are so many reason I shouldn’t do this. A relationship with Weston has the potential to be disastrous. He’s in his twenties. I’m in my thirties. We can’t be together, it would be all kinds of wrong. Wouldn’t it?

  Every book I have written in the last two years has been greatly impacted by one particular person, Anastasia Austin. No matter what she has going on in her life, she makes the time to push me forward, to achieve my goal and be better than I was yesterday.

  Between Ana and my girl Liz Lovelock, I know I’m well looked after. They are always there helping me pick apart stories that just aren’t coming out right. Or telling me when something is shitty.

  I trust those two with every idea that’s ever entered my mind. And with their continual help, I’ll keep putting my words into the world.

  Thank you for taking the time to read my stories. It means the world to me.

  Xox

  Jemma

  JB Heller is an average Aussie housewife and Mumma in her early 30's with a wicked sexy imagination.

  She writes romantic suspense, contemporary romance and romantic comedy. All with a healthy splash of heat, intrigue and wit. You'll love her sinfully sexy alpha hero's and their feisty counterparts.

  Monday to Friday you can find JB glued to her laptop weaving words or trolling Pinterest for her next potential muse. Come the weekend, it's family time. (And of course lots of reading and Netflix binges.)

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