Dirt: A Sexy Small Town Romance (Copperwood Book 1) (10 page)

Steve handed me the keys. “I have an appointment, but take a look around and drop the keys off at the office when you’re done.”

He walked back to his car, leaving us standing alone in the driveway. I glanced over at Mya and her smile hadn’t faltered, if anything it was bigger than before. She had barely said a word on the drive over, but if it meant I got to see her smile, I’d gladly take her silence. I liked it even more that I was the one who made her smile.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her against me. I wanted her as close to me as possible and when she didn’t pull away, I spun her until her body pressed against mine. Her soft curves felt like a natural fit and we stood silently in the front yard for a moment.

“We should probably…”

“Yes, we should.” It didn’t matter what she thought we should do, I would gladly be a willing participant.

She pulled away from me, but kept her hand in mine and pulled me towards the house. I watched the way her body moved under her worn jeans, I couldn’t help myself. I had spent so many years imagining her naked body, it was easy to picture what she would like walking away from me without any clothes.

I stumbled after her, struggling to walk with my growing erection. As if she could tell, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Her brown eyes danced with a combination of amusement and what I hoped was lust.

We pushed our way into the house, I wasn’t even looking at the interior. At that point I didn’t care much if there was crown molding or wainscoting. I didn’t care what the wall paper or painted walls looked like. I only cared for the woman standing in front of me.

I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her into my arms, before any of the house could distract her and pressed my lips against hers. Her soft lips parted for me and I plunged into her inviting and warm mouth.

We stood in the hallway kissing. Nothing more, and it wouldn’t be enough for long, but I didn’t want to stop it for anything. Not even for what would come afterwards. My hands brushed against her back, smoothing her shirt down over her skin until I got to the waist of her pants. My fingers pulled her shirt free and my hands found her bare skin.

Mya’s soft moans moved through me like a jolt as our tongues moved together in a slow and gentle dance.

I dragged my hands up towards her shoulder blades and then brought them forward, letting my thumbs brush against the swell of her breasts, covered in the soft silk of her bra.

When she didn’t pull away or stop me, I moved my thumbs over her fabric covered nipples. They tightened into taut hard buds, begging for release from the confines of the clothing and I was determined to free them.

I pulled her shirt over her head, pulling my mouth away for a brief moment before quickly reclaiming her lips with mine.

Mya’s fingers toyed with the button on my pants, and had them unfastened faster than I had her bra, which still had one tenacious clasp fastened, refusing to be released

And we continued to kiss. It probably would have been easier to step away from one another and undress, but I wasn’t willing to give her up so easily or quickly.

She slid my pants down and arched her body against mine. My hard cock pressed against the cotton of my boxer briefs and rubbed against the worn denim of her pants. Her fingers pushed mine out of the way and she finished unfastening her bra while I made quick work of her pants.

It wasn’t part of my initial plan, but I wasn’t leaving the house until I had made love to Mya.

I just hoped Steve didn’t send anyone else out to look at the house.

Her hands landed on my hips and her fingers pushed beneath the elastic of my underwear. She wrapped her hand around the steely length of my shaft and pulled. Every part of my body tightened, even my toes curled at her gentle, but firm strokes.

I kissed my way along her jaw to her ear and pulled it between my teeth, gently biting her flesh in reward for each movement of her hand. Mya moaned and titled her head to her shoulder, exposing the flawless skin of her curved neck to my hungry mouth.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Mya.” I have no idea what compelled me to speak my thoughts aloud, but from the way her body trembled and her hand tightened, she liked hearing those words.

I needed to make sure that what I wanted was what she wanted. I needed to hear her tell me that she still wanted me. After all these years, after all the hurt, I wanted to make certain she was sure she wanted the same thing I did.

I pressed my hands against her cheeks and lifted her face until she looked at me. I brushed my nose against hers and kissed the tip. “Say you want me, Mya.”

She didn’t miss a beat. Her soft voice found its way directly to my cock. “I want you. I want this. I want everything.”

Her words acted as a key and we both pulled our pants and shoes off. It wasn’t slow and sensual, there was no intent to seduce, we just wanted our clothes off — and fast. We undressed with a singular goal in mind.

My fingers skimmed down her sides to her hips and my hands pressed against the firm curve of her ass. Her words were magic to me — everything I wanted and needed to hear. I pulled her closer to me and scooped her up. Mya wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her lips found mine again and now, the thin fabric of our underwear was the only thing between us.

I turned us around until her back pressed against the wall and leaned back. I looked down at her naked chest. Her breasts were just as firm and proud as I imagined them to be. Her nipples, hardened from a combination of being uncovered and arousal, pointed at me, begging for my mouth and tongue.

I wasn’t about to refuse them. Or Mya. I bent my head down and flicked the tip of my tongue against the dark pink tips. The way she moaned and writhed against me in response, encouraged me and I wrapped my lips around one of the rosy buds, suckling the hard flesh with a hunger I had kept locked away.

Her hips pressed against mine and I could feel the wet warmth through the thin white panties. I needed to be inside of her. There would be time to explore her body and for her to explore mine later.

Keeping ahold of her and my mouth on her nipple I crouched down and felt for my pants. It didn’t take long for me to find my wallet or the condom inside of it, but opening the wrapper took both of us. She finally took it from my fingers and I heard the satisfying sound of paper tearing and her hand returned to my cock.

She used one hand to push my briefs past my hips and the other to roll the condom down my throbbing length. I pushed her panties aside, not bothering with the formalities of taking them off, and pressed the head of my cock against her wet folds. Her legs tightened around my waist and she shifted her hips, pressing down on me.

My lips found hers again and I kissed her as I entered her, slipping into her wet warmth as easily as she slipped into my heart. She belonged there and no one else would ever take her place. Not if I had anything to do with it.

Mya’s fingers dug into my shoulders and her hips undulated across mine, our carnal dance started slow, but we both knew it wouldn’t last. I could already feel myself tightening and mentally ran through lists of statistical data hoping to delay the inevitable release building deep within me.

“You’re so beautiful, Mya, so wet for me.” I growled out the words and she tightened her muscles around me. “So tight. So perfect.”

Her lips nuzzled against my neck and she ground down on me. Helped along with the natural force of gravity, her warmth fully sheathed me, and I felt the head of my cock brushing deep inside of her. With each movement and thrust, her body responded, as if it was primed for me.

I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

I felt the tight constriction of her muscles just before I heard her soft moans of pleasure and knew she was close. I reached down and pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing her gently to bring her over the edge of release with me.

Her moans turned to screams and I doubled the efforts of my thumb. Just as my cock exploded within the tight confines of the condom, she tightened around me, matching the intensity of her orgasm with mine.

Mya collapsed against me, breathing heavily, but I wasn’t through. I needed more of her. I set her down on the ground and slowly slid out of her, reluctant to leave her warmth, but intent on bringing her more pleasure.

Kneeling down in front of her, I brought one of her legs over my shoulder and looked at the beautiful sight in front me, wet and swollen and waiting. I bent forwards, pressing my lips against her to taste her sweetness. Using my fingers, I slid inside of her while keeping my tongue moving over her clit.

As soon as I wrapped my lips around her and pressed my teeth gently into the flesh, another orgasm rocked through her body. Her body curled forward and if I hadn’t of had her leg over me, she would have fallen.

Looking up at her I smiled and ran my tongue over my bottom lip, savoring the taste of her. “I’m not through with you, woman.” I savored the tremors running through her body, caused by either the anticipation of what was to come or from what I had just done to her — or maybe both.

19

Mya

I
leaned across the cockpit of the car and kissed, Shane’s cheek. “I don’t know if I want you to make an offer on the house or not.”

He turned his face and brushed his lips against mine. “Why is that?”

I pulled back enough to rub my nose against his and grinned. “There’s a part of me who wants to drive by that house when it’s owned by someone else and know what happened there.”

Shane laughed and I felt the sound rumbling through his chest while my hands pressed against him. We couldn’t seem to stop touching one another. Not that I minded. I liked the way his skin felt against mine and I especially enjoyed the way his body felt in, on, under, and all around me.

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. I stared down at it for a moment, before looking up at him. He couldn’t possibly be doing what it looked like he was doing.

“I have some work I need to get done this afternoon. Go to the grocery story, buy the nicest steaks you can find and whatever else you want for dinner.”

It felt strange, but I took the money. I couldn’t afford steaks, hell I didn’t even look at hamburger unless it was on sale.

Shane placed his thumb under my chin and lifted my face until I was looking at him. “You’re going to have to get used to me spoiling you. It doesn’t mean anything other than that I want to have dinner with you tonight and I don’t want to share you with anyone else at a restaurant.”

He had a point. My pride didn’t particularly enjoy it, but then my pride couldn’t exactly pay for groceries. It would just have to sit and pout. “Dinner here?”

I knew he was staying at the motel in town and that it didn’t have a kitchen. Shane nodded his head and I couldn’t help but stare at his full lips. Despite having them all over my body less than an hour ago, I wanted to feel them caressing my skin again.

“Your dad should join us.”

I blinked my eyes at him. Was he serious? What was he thinking? Dinner with my father after what we had just done? I might be an adult, but I was still my dad’s daughter and I definitely didn’t want to be sitting next to my dad while staring across at Shane and imaging what else he might do with and to me after we finished eating.

Shane grinned and kissed me. I could still taste myself on his lips and a tingling warmth burst from my stomach. “Dinner with you and your dad, and then time with just you.” He kissed me again. “I promise. But I won’t even have that if I don’t get some work done.”

He kissed me again, this one long and slow and full of hints of what would come later if I let him get to work now. Reluctantly I pulled away from him and slipped out of the car, closing the door behind me.

He waited until I was inside the house with the door closed before he pulled out of the driveway. I know because I peeked out the front window and watched him back out.

I followed the clanging into the basement and found my father and Mike making minor adjustments to the ancient contraption known as our water heater.

“How was your morning?” Mike didn’t even bother to look at me, but I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fun. Shane looked at houses.”

Mike looked over his shoulder, breaking away from his work. From the wide–eyed stare and the height of his eyebrows, I knew something he didn’t know. It was childish, but I reveled in it. Mike is usually the one who knew everything before me and to have the upper hand — just once — was a thrill.

“I think he’s going to make an offer on one. He needed to drop the keys back at Steve’s and then get some work done.” I added as a way to explain his absence before either man could question why he wasn’t in the basement with me.

I sat down on the bucket and watched them. Waiting for the next question. I gave them a minute.

Mike didn’t disappoint. “So when are you seeing him next?” It took him less than half a minute.

“We’re having dinner. Here.” I stood up and grinned at Mike. “Wanna join us?” I figured it might be less awkward to have Mike there with my dad. Not a lot, but whittling away at any potential awkwardness was a good thing.

“I’m not sure I want to be a third wheel.” He wanted to say yes, I could hear it in the hesitancy of his voice, but he couldn’t outright say it.

I decided to be nice to him. He might have been a bit of an ass about Shane, but it was from a good place. “You wouldn’t be. Dad’s having dinner with us.” I stood up from the bucket.

“He is?” Dad didn’t even look up from what he was doing.

“He is. And I need to go to the grocery store.” I headed back up the stairs, but before I walked too far away, I tossed out my best weapon. “We’re having steak.” I shut the door to the basement and found my purse and keys.

We were poor. We didn’t say no to steak. Ever.

20

Mya

I
stood in front of the glass–encased meat at the butcher counter in the back of the grocery store and stared. I didn’t know the first thing about steaks. I was so busy gaping at the meat and wondering what kind of steak Shane expected, that I barely noticed when someone stepped up next to me.