Page 4 of Lonesome Man (The Smith Brothers #4)

Chapter Three

Tucker

Ruth was straight out of my deepest fantasies.

Smith men liked their women soft and curvy, and my girl was so hot it had been a fucking challenge leaving her to shower alone.

But I was raised right, and that beautiful, sweet-as-candy woman had just traveled hours, taken two flights to get to me, and I was going to feed her before I fucked her again.

Still, my hands actually trembled as I dished up the pot roast and warmed up the gravy.

I put down the ladle and shook out my hands.

This was a lot, it always was. I hadn’t seen another soul in three months, the last time Cash visited, and I hadn’t been with a woman in over twelve.

Now Ruth was finally here, looking like my wildest dreams, playing the part of my Libby, the only girl I’d ever allowed myself to fall for, and I needed to get a fucking handle on it.

I’d had women out here once a year for the past four years and I’d never felt this kind of instant connection before.

I’d definitely never fucked one of them within two minutes of meeting them, and I wasn’t sure it was her or because of who I was pretending she was.

When Jessica sent Ruth’s photo, I’d been fucking struck.

She’d been everything I’d wanted, exactly how I’d pictured Libby, and now she was here and even more perfect in the flesh.

Footsteps echoed on the stairs as she came back down from the bedroom. “Hope you’re hungry?” I said. “I made extra grav?—”

Her warm, soft body pressed against my back, her arms coming around me. “I’ll need extra everything, please,” she said and laughed.

I let out a shuddery breath. This girl knew the fucking assignment. Jesus, she had me off-balance. I was still wearing black, so she was still playing her part, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted my little wifey to break character. I liked this too fucking much.

She released me and walked to the fridge. “Beer?”

“Yeah, please.”

We sat and ate and drank and I was having trouble looking away from her.

“What do you want to do after dinner?” she asked, her eyes lifting to mine and her cheeks turned pink.

My little wife blushed often. It was a surprise, but I fucking loved that too. “You,” I said.

Her lips curved up, and she nodded as she sipped her beer. “Right answer.”

“Yeah?” I swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen.

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she said, lowering her knife and fork.

Some people might think I was fucked in the head, doing this—role-playing this way, pretending this total stranger was the love of my life—especially since Libby, the real Libby, actually existed.

Some might even think I was sad or desperate or weird.

I didn’t give a fuck. You paid a price, living the way I did.

The solitude, the loneliness, it cost you.

I craved love and affection like anyone else, but the chances of me ever finding it while living out here were slim to none.

That’s why Libby had stopped emailing me and why she refused to answer my calls.

That was why she’d drifted away. She’d told me over and over while we were growing up that she hated living the way she did, but I’d pushed for her to come here, to be with me anyway.

I couldn’t give her what she wanted, though.

She’d had feelings for me, but she’d also made it clear, living this way wasn’t something she’d ever do again.

My cousins had lucked out, but they didn’t live as far from civilization as I did. The truth was, no woman would give up everything to be out here with me, so I did this once a year, I gave myself this.

Only this year, I’d taken it one step further.

For two weeks, I wanted to know what it was like to be someone’s husband, to be Libby’s husband.

Role-playing I was with her was a kind of goodbye, I guess.

I had to let the fantasy of me and Libs being together go, for my own good, and honestly, for my mental health.

Living out the fantasy was my way of doing that.

I reached out and cupped the side of her face, sliding my thumb over her full lower lip, my heart thumping hard. “You miss me, baby?”

She lifted her hand, covering mine. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” She stood, and I slid my seat back so she could climb into my lap. She pressed her body into mine, her mouth going to my ear. “I’m ovulating,” she said huskily.

My heart thumped harder in my chest. Oh fuck .

Yeah, she understood the assignment all right.

The fantasy of Libby, my plump little wife, begging me to fuck her, to put a baby in her, of fucking like rabbits to knock her up, hadn’t let go.

And it wasn’t going to, not until I let myself have it.

“You want me to put a baby in you, darlin’? ”

She pressed her full tits against my chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “I hope you had your vitamins this morning, honey, because if it’s gonna take, we’ll need to do it a lot.”

“You had enough to eat?” I asked, my voice rough as hell.

“Yes.”

I stood, lifting her with me, and strode through the kitchen and up the stairs. What I wanted to do was lay her on the table and eat her pussy, but I’d already fucked her against my truck, and I could see she was tired, so this time I was fucking her in my bed.

I carried her into my room and laid her on the mattress. “You want me to eat your pussy first, Libs?”

The pulse at the side of her throat was fluttering wildly. She licked her lips. “Yes…please.”

I slid my thumbs down the sides of her shorts, dragged them down her legs slowly, and tossed them aside.

She wore pale blue panties, plain, not lacy or a G-string, nothing trying to be overtly sexy, but somehow they were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Sliding my hands up her calves, spreading her thighs, I kissed the inside of her knee.

Looking up, I pressed my thumb against her pussy, rubbing her over her panties, and groaned when I felt how soaked they were.

Fuck, I needed this, I needed a taste of my girl.

Tearing them down her legs, I buried my face against her pussy with a low moan.

She was smooth and soft, so fucking hot, and Christ, wet as hell.

Holding her spread wide for me, I licked and sucked her, and fuck me, she tasted incredible.

It was hard, but I didn’t grind against the mattress like I desperately wanted to.

If I did, I’d come before I got inside her.

Sliding my thumb over her slick little clit, I indulged myself, slipping my tongue inside her before finally gripping her hips, yanking her closer, and sucking her clit into my mouth as I thrust two fingers inside her.

She arched on the mattress with a cry, her thighs shaking as she came hard for me, her inner muscles clutching at my fingers repeatedly.

I kissed her pussy one more time, then straightened and tugged off my shirt, then yanking open my jeans, I shoved them and my boxer briefs off as well.

Her gaze moved over my naked body, lingering on my cock, and she licked her lips.

Yeah, I liked that too. She was open, different than the girls I’d had here in the past. When they first arrived, it took a couple days before they realized I gave a fuck about their pleasure as well, and they’d fake shit, smiles, laughter, orgasms.

Ruth wasn’t giving me that. Even while we role-played there was this genuine warmth, almost affection in her eyes, and there was no hiding how much she wanted me. You sure as fuck couldn’t fake the way that pussy was dripping. “Take your shirt off, darlin’, want to see your tits when I fuck you.”

She nodded and quickly stripped off, her cheeks flushing a darker pink.

Why was that fucking with me so much? The blushing.

But it was. I loved it. She was exactly what I’d want, exactly how I’d imagined Libby would be.

Christ, how she’d look. If this was real, if I could have this, she was exactly what I’d want.

A curvy, soft little wife who blushed when I said dirty shit.

Who missed me when we’d been parted, so much so, she let me fuck her against my truck, and who had a tight-as-fuck pussy that tasted like pure ecstasy.

Her tits were big and round, gorgeous, the nipples peach colored and tight.

I climbed onto the bed between her curvy thighs, leaning down to kiss her rounded, soft belly, across her ribs, then gripping one of those soft tits, I sucked a puckered nipple into my mouth.

She made a strangled sound and fisted my hair. “Oh… oh, shit .”

Again, the sounds she made were real, raw.

There was no practiced porn monologue, something else I’d gotten in the past, until they realized I got off on making them feel good as well, that I wanted them to have as much fun as I did while they were here.

Ruth had already gotten the memo. Fuck it was hard to think of her as anyone but Libby, that’s how good this girl was. I was already so deep in the fantasy.

Hard not to be when it was obvious she wasn’t faking how I made her feel. Every gasp and whimper was real, and it was making me lose my mind.

I lifted my head and leaned in, kissing her full, rosebud mouth, covering her body with my much larger one.

I’d sent a list of my kinks, but it’d been so long since I’d been with a woman, since I’d been able to indulge, it usually took me a couple days to warm up.

Not this time, not with Libby. My little “wife” made me fucking feral.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I rasped, voice hoarse as fuck.

She blinked up at me with those big, green eyes, more pink hitting her cheeks as her throat worked with her rapid swallows. “Y-yes. I’ll be a good girl.”

I squeezed, then tugged on one of her nipples, wringing a gasp from her. “Only good girls get fucked hard, but only very good girls get pumped full of come. Are you a very good girl?”

She nodded. “Yes… I’ll be very good.”

I pressed the head of my cock to her opening. “Gonna fill this pussy, over and over, until you’re full of my come, Libby.” I pushed inside her, just an inch.

“Please…I want it,” she gasped out. “I want that.”

“Yeah, you do,” I growled as I slid deeper, hissing at how tightly she gripped me. “Gonna fuck you so hard, over and over until I put a baby in you, little wife,” I said, letting fantasy take a stronger hold, letting myself sink into my most secret longing as I thrust deeper into my Libby.

“Shit,” she said, panting. “Holy fuck.”

“You gonna let me destroy this pretty pussy? You want it hard, don’t you, Libby?”

“Yes…god, yes.” Her nails dug into my back. “I want it.”

Groaning, I slammed my hips forward, then proceeded to fuck her so hard, air was forced from between her pouty lips every time I filled her.

I wasn’t going to last long. Yes, I’d fucked her once already, and not that long ago, but it’d been a long fucking year, and this woman, this fantasy, was too good, too real.

Maybe it was twisted, but to me she was Libby.

She was my fucking Libby, and she was perfect.

I ground down as I filled her like a pussy-drunk madman. She arched against the mattress, her mouth falling open. “Let me feel it. Come around my cock, Libby. That tight-as-fuck little pussy is too good, you’re gonna make me come, I want you to take it all. Fucking take it, Libby,” I groaned.

She screamed, her pussy clamping down hard around me a second before I started coming.

Her pussy milked me, gripping me over and over, feeding my fantasy.

“You feel that?” I gasped. “You’re pulling my come so deep inside you, little wife.

” I moaned, overcome by what I was feeling.

Fuck, every moment had been perfect. It was dirty, sexy, beautiful.

Libby was a dream under me, every bit of her exposed skin flushed pink, eyes satisfied and heavy, lips puffy and dark—pussy tight as hell, and now messy as fuck.

I collapsed against her, breathing hard, and while we both tried to catch our breath, she rubbed my back.

When I finally slipped out of her, I slid down the bed a little, holding her legs wide.

I wanted to see my come inside her, and I groaned again when it started to slide out.

Catching it with my fingers, I pushed it back in.

She whimpered, her belly trembling. “Fuck,” I muttered.

“That’s so fucking sexy, Libs, but you need to take it all,” I said and scooped it up again, pushing it in a second time.

“You need to keep your husband’s come inside you, don’t you, baby. ”

It was too good, too real, and I wasn’t ready for the fantasy to end, not yet.

She looked down at me, eyes still heavy, biting her lip and nodded. “I want it. I want all of it.”

“That’s my good girl,” I said, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her come-filled pussy. “You’re doing so fucking good.” I looked up at her, holding those gorgeous eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby, so many times, and I’m not gonna stop until it takes.”

She shivered, giving me another gorgeous fucking blush. “I want that too.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

Jesus fucking Christ.

This woman was perfect.