Chapter 30
Brock
The road wasn’t exactly a road, but my truck had no trouble cutting through the thick overgrowth. The property had been sorely neglected for years. After speaking with the family again, I learned the man who had lived out here had been a hermit. He rarely left, which explained the lack of a roadway.
“This is really pretty,” Ashley commented, staring out the window.
She had been acting a little strange ever since I’d kissed her. I shouldn’t have done it, but I’d been overwhelmed by her pictures. I had never realized how talented she was. I knew she was good, but the pictures were amazing, even if she didn’t think so. I decided I would Google her online, but instead of looking for news articles, I would search images. I wanted to see her work.
“This is part of the property,” I told her. I don’t think anyone has been out here in some time. Even the people that inherited it haven’t come out to see it. In fact, I’m hesitant to show them the pictures because they’ll likely demand a higher price,” I joked.
“I could take really bad pictures,” she replied.
I laughed. “I think that’s a great idea. I need a good set for the developer and a bad set for the seller.”
“It’s your five hundred dollars.”
“I think we can walk in from here. I don’t want to scratch up my truck.”
She chuckled. “No, no, we wouldn’t want to get your fancy truck scratched. People might discover you live in the sticks and you aren’t a real city boy.”
“Hey now, I have an image to uphold.”
I parked the truck somewhat under a tree and we climbed out. She had her bag with her, which I offered to carry.
“Thank you. I’m going to start here and take a few shots,” she said, aiming her camera at the makeshift roadway we had come in on.
“We’ll head along the south side and make our way around and in,” I said.
She nodded. “Okay. Lead the way.”
We walked and chatted as she paused to take pictures along the way.
“This is really pretty out here. I don’t think you’re going to have any trouble selling this. Is this your new big project? Please don’t tell me you’re going to put condos out here. This is too pretty to destroy.”
I shook my head. “Honestly, that’s what my investor wanted, but I had a meeting this week that I hope persuaded the group to go with my plan.”
“And what’s that?”
“I think dividing it up into luxury homes on ten-acre parcels is a better idea. It will preserve the look of the area and still end up being a lucrative deal,” I said.
She dropped the camera from her face and looked into my eyes. Her brown eyes were warm. I had gotten used to them squinting in anger or arousal. Seeing her like this, looking so natural and comfortable, reminded me of who she used to be. I could see that country girl was still in there even if she’d lived in the city the past six years.
I took in the sight of her perfectly petite body clad in cut-off jean shorts that were dangerously short but not scandalous. Her tiny tank showed off her shapely arms that were much tanner than they had been when she first showed up a few weeks ago. The pink streak in her hair was fading a bit, but I could still see it mixed into the messy bun piled on top of her head.
“I’m glad you’re thinking about the land and our community and not just your bank account,” she said after staring back at me for some time.
“Me too.”
We walked onto the property. A stone structure that looked like it may have been an outdoor kitchen at some point stood before us.
“Wow,” she said excitedly, whipping her camera up to her face.
She was pushing the button and moving around the crumbling stones. She dropped to her knees and took more pictures.
“You’re going to get dirty,” I warned her.
“I don’t care. I’m dressed for it,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the large camera.
I watched her and debated acting on my urge for about two seconds before dropping next to her in the grassy area.
She lowered her camera and looked at me before licking her lips. “What are you doing?”
“You,” I whispered a split second before leaning in to kiss her.
We kissed for several minutes, my hands on her hips. Hers were around my neck. When I moved closer, the heavy camera poked me in the chest.
“Oops,” she said, pulling the strap over her head and gently placing the camera on the ground.
I lowered her to the grass, propping myself up on one elbow as I lavished her face and neck with kisses. The trees provided enough shade to keep us comfortable as I slowly licked along her collarbone on one side before kissing her again.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, meaning the words.
She reached down, rubbing my hard cock. “I want you.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled my shirt over my head while she pulled her own off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I knew that, but seeing it was entirely different. I would never look at one of those tiny shirts the same way again. My hands went to my jeans and struggled to undo the buttons. Seeing her get naked was making me anxious. I wanted to bury myself in her. I knew there was no risk of anybody coming upon us, but I glanced around to be sure.
She got to her knees and pulled her shorts and panties down before carefully taking them off. I lunged for her, desperate to feel her skin against my own. I laid her back down on the grass.
Her hand went to the middle of my chest. “Something’s poking me,” she said, giggling.
I pulled her up, realizing that position wasn’t such a good idea.
“Get on all fours,” I uttered. My voice was gravely with passion.
Her cheeks flushed a bright pink before she did as I asked. Her perfect ass was bared in front of me. I reached out and palmed one cheek. She shuddered under my touch as I caressed both cheeks before running my hand between her legs. She spread her knees a bit wider, giving me better access to her pussy.
I ran one finger along her clit, feeling the wetness. She moaned and rocked back toward me. I used two fingers to spread her pussy before running one finger inside her. Another shudder and her juices flowed freely down my fingers. I plunged one finger deep inside, stroking in and out, rubbing along her clit as I did.
I was surprised to feel her body tense, already on the verge of a climax. I pushed a second finger in, rubbing and stroking. Her back arched and then rounded out as I pushed deep inside. I could feel her body softening as she crept closer to her climax. I was thrilled at the prospect of bringing her to pleasure more than once and fought back my own release as I continued to finger her sweet pussy.
“Aaah,” she wailed as her body rocked against my thighs, swallowing my fingers deep inside her as she came.
I moved my hand out of the way and pushed my dick in. I waited as her body adjusted to my dick before I pushed in deeper. This position gave me full penetration. My balls pressed against her ass, heightening the pleasure. I moved out slowly before pushing in deep. I circled my hips before thrusting inside her.
Her body jerked forward from the force of my thrust. I could feel her growing wetter and repeated the motion over and over. I reached one hand out to grab that bun on her head and freed her hair. I gently pulled back on a handful of it as I pushed in slow.
A groan crossed her lips, and I knew I was bringing her to the brink again. I tugged her hair back a little harder, bringing her chin up parallel to the ground as I rotated my hips, moving my dick inside her.
“Brock,” she breathed out in ecstasy.
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. I couldn’t hold back another second. I had to reach my own release. I felt like I’d explode if I didn’t come. I thrust in, pulled out to the tip of my dick, and jammed into her again and again. Her body rocked forward. I pulled her back against me, settling the backs of her legs on my thighs.
“Brock!” she cried out a split second before she burst over me. Her pussy clenched and squeezed my dick, milking me and pulling my orgasm out of me. I grunted and groaned as I squirted into her. Her body spasmed around my dick, pulling every last drop from me.
We were locked together for several, long luxurious seconds before I pulled out.
Neither one of us said a word as we dressed. I picked up her camera and handed it to her, waiting until she put her hair back up in that sexy bun.
“Should we walk the rest of the property?” she asked.
“Sure. If you don’t mind.”
“I want to make sure you get your money’s worth,” she teased.
I was pretty confident I already had, but she was right. I needed to show the investors all aspects of the property. It didn’t take us long to get the pictures we needed. We walked back to the truck, talking about the different aspects of the property and where we would build a house if we owned the land.
We finally got settled into the truck. When I looked over at her, I noticed there was a twig sticking out of her bun. I reached over to pluck it out.
She giggled. “Oops.”
It reminded me of some of our youthful trysts in the park or at our favorite spot in the mountains. Back then, we had been young and carefree and willing to have sex the moment the mood struck us, which was quite often back then. It seemed history was repeating itself.
I turned the truck around and we headed back to the farm. I kept waiting for her to yell at me or tell me we could never have sex again. It didn’t happen.
“Did you want to check out the pictures?” she asked once we were standing in front of her house.
I shook my head. “Nah. I’ll wait. You can email me what you think is best. You know I’ll just say they are all great.”
She laughed. “You’re right. I’ll get them to you by Monday, okay?”
“Sounds good,” I said, turning to get back into my truck.
“Did you want to come in?” she asked.
“No. I better get on home.”
“Okay,” she said, leaning up on her toes to kiss me on the lips. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yes,” I blurted out.
She smiled before turning and heading inside. I watched her until she walked in the front door. I didn’t know what we were doing, but I liked it, and I wanted to keep doing it. She didn’t seem too eager to end whatever it was we had going on. I wasn’t going to question it. I didn’t want to risk scaring her away. She tended to be a bit skittish at times.
I drove home feeling better than I had in a long time, and not just because I had gotten laid. It was her. I wanted to be with her. Now I just had to convince her it was a good idea. Hell, I had to convince myself. I had been down this road once before with her. Was I ready to risk my heart a second time?