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Story: When We Met
Pressing his palms into the seat, he rises, pulls out of me, and then sits on the driver side of the truck without a sound.
He pulls his jeans up and into position, zipping them before he reaches for his shirt.
I sit up, doing the same, and realize I have a mess. “Do you have a paper towel or anything?”
Barron turns his head at the sound of my voice, his eyes between my legs. Swallowing, he opens the glove box and hands me a wad of napkins. Fighting through a wave of embarrassment, I clean myself up and pull my jeans back on.
With both hands on the steering wheel, his body tenses, and then he looks over at me. “Don’t go,” he begs. “Stay with me until I have your car finished.”
I nod, unable to resist him. Scooting closer, I cling to his side. “I’ll stay.”
His lips press to my temple. “Thank you.”
Because I’m not letting you leave. In a non-creepy stalker kind of way. Or am I?
BARRON
Finally.
Fuck.
I can’t even accurately describe what it was like finally being with Kacy either. Amazing. I’ll go with that. I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t fuck her soon, but more importantly, convince her to stay. Her leaving weighed heavy on me, and though I don’t know how long she’s staying, there’s an easiness about us on the drive back. I don’t miss the fact that I didn’t pull out. And I hope the hell she’s not lying about being on birth control; otherwise, I’m fucked.
Jesus Christ. How could I have been so stupid?
The snow’s coming down harder, sticking to the roads once again, but stupid or not, I can’t help but smile.
Kacy notices. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say, shrugging, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh as she sits next to me in the center seat.
“Had you really not been with anyone since your wife?” she asks. We had this conversation last night, and I didn’t come out and say that I hadn’t been with anyone, but it was implied.
“As you can see by being in my house, it’s not easy,” I point out. “And between work, the ranch, the girls, there’s not a lot of free time.”
“Have you been on a date at least?”
“I went out on a couple, but they never amounted to much.”
“How long had you and your wife been together?”
I hate talking about this. I don’t like talking about Tara in general, but to discuss it with Kacy makes me uneasy. As if she’s going to find out I’m hard to love. “Believe me, it’s not that interesting of a story.”
She shrugs one shoulder, her eyes on the windshield and the falling snow. “I still want to know.”
“We knew each other our entire lives. Once she got tits, I wanted to know more.”
Kacy starts laughing. “Typical boy.”
I force humor into my words. “Pretty much.”
“So she got pregnant with Camdyn while you were still in high school?”
I nod, turning onto the road leading into the ranch.
“Do you regret it?”
“Her or the girls?”
He pulls his jeans up and into position, zipping them before he reaches for his shirt.
I sit up, doing the same, and realize I have a mess. “Do you have a paper towel or anything?”
Barron turns his head at the sound of my voice, his eyes between my legs. Swallowing, he opens the glove box and hands me a wad of napkins. Fighting through a wave of embarrassment, I clean myself up and pull my jeans back on.
With both hands on the steering wheel, his body tenses, and then he looks over at me. “Don’t go,” he begs. “Stay with me until I have your car finished.”
I nod, unable to resist him. Scooting closer, I cling to his side. “I’ll stay.”
His lips press to my temple. “Thank you.”
Because I’m not letting you leave. In a non-creepy stalker kind of way. Or am I?
BARRON
Finally.
Fuck.
I can’t even accurately describe what it was like finally being with Kacy either. Amazing. I’ll go with that. I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t fuck her soon, but more importantly, convince her to stay. Her leaving weighed heavy on me, and though I don’t know how long she’s staying, there’s an easiness about us on the drive back. I don’t miss the fact that I didn’t pull out. And I hope the hell she’s not lying about being on birth control; otherwise, I’m fucked.
Jesus Christ. How could I have been so stupid?
The snow’s coming down harder, sticking to the roads once again, but stupid or not, I can’t help but smile.
Kacy notices. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say, shrugging, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh as she sits next to me in the center seat.
“Had you really not been with anyone since your wife?” she asks. We had this conversation last night, and I didn’t come out and say that I hadn’t been with anyone, but it was implied.
“As you can see by being in my house, it’s not easy,” I point out. “And between work, the ranch, the girls, there’s not a lot of free time.”
“Have you been on a date at least?”
“I went out on a couple, but they never amounted to much.”
“How long had you and your wife been together?”
I hate talking about this. I don’t like talking about Tara in general, but to discuss it with Kacy makes me uneasy. As if she’s going to find out I’m hard to love. “Believe me, it’s not that interesting of a story.”
She shrugs one shoulder, her eyes on the windshield and the falling snow. “I still want to know.”
“We knew each other our entire lives. Once she got tits, I wanted to know more.”
Kacy starts laughing. “Typical boy.”
I force humor into my words. “Pretty much.”
“So she got pregnant with Camdyn while you were still in high school?”
I nod, turning onto the road leading into the ranch.
“Do you regret it?”
“Her or the girls?”
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