Alex

THE BAR NIGHT TESTED my limits where idiots were concerned. I’d had enough of Amber acting like we had something to rekindle and Grayson Tyrer seemed to have a thing for everything I considered mine. We were smalltown people and had known each other forever so maybe my bad mood had to do with the fact that I’d never experienced much else. Lacey felt like the prize I deserved after every piece of shit I’d been dealt. She smelled like every summer's day rolled into one and felt like a warm bath after being out in the rain all day. She soothed my aches and warmed my heart and I looked forward to just catching a glimpse of her during my day to day shit.

I didn’t realize that the things I was working for weren’t my dreams—the farm, keeping things floating, keeping our heads above water—none of it had ever been for me. Yet I worked harder than anyone to fill the holes where we’d been let down or to cover for things that didn’t work, all for Mom to lose it all and for Lacey to now reap the rewards. The weight of it all had pulled me down and I hated myself for so much. Lacey changed that... she lifted that fog somehow.

I didn’t think people would understand what we were, hell I didn’t. We were temporary that was for certain—she’d never stay in Montana and I’d never leave. We were opposites; she was fine dining and high class and I was barbeque ribs mixed with sweat. I watched her and saw someone I admired, and I had no idea what the hell she saw in me. Maybe it was the body I’d managed to carve over the years through hard work, maybe it was the fact that I didn’t give a shit about what she thought of me or simply it was because there was no one else. I mean she couldn’t hook up with Eric, could she?

Anyway, I told her we should keep things quiet, and she took it like a champ, no clingy whiner right there. However, the minute I saw Grayson Tyrer all over her, my mind changed. The anger surged, my shackles raised, and I had punched him in the mouth once and I could do it again. Then Amber shoved herself beside me and I couldn’t get out, so my anger reached boiling point. Lacey had me wound pretty tight when she finally returned all smiles and high from her chat with Tyrer. When she told me she offered to kick his ass, I knew this girl had been made to make me smile.

We stayed at the bar another couple of hours. I touched her, kissed her, held her and didn’t give two flying shits who saw. I wasn’t sure why I ever cared what Amber thought. She'd wrecked me, cut me deep when she should have been my rock and when I had never been so low. Her seeing me with someone else had been a long time coming and the fact that it was Lacey made me proud. I’d have her for as long as I could and I'd make every day count.

We left after ten. I stopped drinking an hour before and felt okay to drive. We climbed into the cab and before I could fasten my seatbelt she was on me, her lips found my neck and jaw and her hands roamed down my body to fist my crotch. “Shit, Lacey,” I gasped. She giggled and kissed my jaw some more.

“You’ve been teasing me in there all night,” she uttered between kisses, moving over the console so she could straddle me. Her gaze was full of lust and she bit her full, bottom lip as she glared down at me.

“We can’t do this here,” I licked my lips and my eyes roamed over her body. She ran her hands under her hair and messed it up a little.

“I want you. Right. Now.” She said slowly, her voice hoarse with need. She placed a delicate index finger on my chest and my cock soared inside my pants. She felt it underneath her and began to rub herself against me.

“We’re in a car park,” I answered gruffly, holding her hips in place and groaning as her warm center rubbed against my cock, driving me wild.

“I know where we are,” she placed both her palms on my chest, “and I know people might see but I wanted you inside me like two hours ago.”

I threw my head back on the headrest and sighed, holding her butt firmly in my hands. “We can’t do this here, people are leaving, and they know this truck.”

“Then take me somewhere quiet,” she bent forward and dropped her forehead onto mine, “somewhere I can make a racket.”

She kissed me slowly and snaked her tongue between my lips. My dick ached as it tried desperately to burst out of my pants. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her deeper into me, my tongue colliding with hers and urging her deeper into my mouth. “You want me here?” I asked gruffly.

“Mm hmm,” she hummed into my mouth. I switched off the engine, leaned up to turn off the automatic inside light and pushed my seat back.

“We’re doing this?” she asked with a wicked grin.

“Yeah,” I nodded. I unbuttoned her leather pants, sliding my fingers inside and rubbing her gently, already feeling how turned on she was. “You are a naughty girl,” I told her, and she moaned lightly. She rocked into my fingers and held onto my shoulders.

She bent to kiss me again, and I moved my fingers under the lace of her panties to find her sensitive silkiness. “Alex,” she moaned as I stroked her and pushed one finger inside. She rocked, and I added another finger, our tongues entwined and my pants tight with my painful hard on. “Oh God, Alex,” she panted as I drummed her sweet spot harder and she pushed down on me more, needing more and more friction. “Shit,” she gasped, her head dropping to my shoulder as she took deep breaths, “shit.” she said again.

“It is good, baby?” I asked.

“So good,” she hissed, rocking harder and I could feel how much she loved it and felt her body stiffen as her orgasm built. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her blonde hair flying everywhere, and her sweet, plump lips pursed in concentration. She was so beautiful when she came. I watched her mesmerized. On her come down she sagged onto me and I eased out of her pants and held her to me.

“Home?” I asked.

“Take me to bed,” she uttered into my ear and it sent a shiver of excitement down my spine and into my already engorged cock.

On the way home, she reached across the console and threaded her hand into the fly of my jeans, finding my hard dick and gripping it tightly. I gasped and glanced across at her. She smirked and lowered her eyes at me in the seductive way that made me want to bury myself inside her even more. She rubbed me, moving beneath my underwear to find my silky hardness and I struggled to keep my mind on the road as I put my foot down to get back to Bishops Hill.

We swerved onto the dirt road that led to my house. I peeled past there and straight on to Lacey’s cottage. I turned the engine off and she jumped on me again. Her lips found mine, and I groaned as our tongues massaged each other. I felt for the door handle, turned with her on my lap and stepped down from the truck with her clinging to my front, my hands holding her firmly in place. I pushed the door closed as best I could and took big strides to reach the front door. I took the steps two at a time and when we reached the front door, dropped her to her feet. She turned quickly, opened up, and I followed her inside. 

I barely had the door closed when she was on her knees, yanking my already open jeans down to reveal my naked hard cock. She looked at my dick and up to me with mischief in her eyes and grabbed onto me, taking the tip into her mouth.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, “Lacey,” I held her hair, and she moved her tongue around my tip. “Shit,” I took in a deep breath. She moved her lips down my shaft, up and down as she pumped me with her hand; it felt fucking phenomenal, and I was struggling not to blow everything. She took my dick deeper and deeper each time, sucking hard and slow and I felt my body heat all over and the orgasm start to build. “Lacey, I’m gonna...”

She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes and held onto my dick tighter, sucking and watching me as I bit my lip and closed my eyes, my orgasm claiming me. I grabbed her hair and tugged it as she took me to the back of her throat and I came in her mouth. “Oh shit,” I shuddered, as she took every last bit and swallowed it down.

I steadied myself on the wall and let go of her hair. She sat back on her heels and grinned up at me. “You’re a very bad girl,” I told her trying to regain my composure. I reached my hand down to help her stand, and she blinked up at me innocently.

“I have no idea what you mean,” she smirked.

“Let me show you,” I growled, pushing her top down her body so her breasts were exposed in her strapless bra. She moved to undo her leather pants, pushing her top down over her hips and kicking the pants off so she was stood before me in just her nude, lacy panties and matching bra. I kicked off my boots, stepped out of my jeans and took a good look at her smoking hot body as I lurched forward and lifted her to throw her over my shoulder.

She giggled as I walked her to the bedroom and tossed her down on the mattress. I undid the buttons on my shirt and she watched me carefully, her eyes glassy with happiness and her mouth set to grin. “Are you trying to tire me out, Mr. Miller?” she asked in a low, teasing tone.

“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll sleep for a week,” I hummed, climbing over her on the bed, my naked body flush to her underwear clad perfectness. “Lose the underwear,” I grunted, and she pulled at her panties as I unhooked the bra.

My cock stirred again, and she reached down between us to urge him on further, “I want this now,” she said squeezing me, her voice laced with lust.

“It’s coming, baby,” I growled, lining myself up with her as she tugged me into hardness. She made sure I was at her entrance and I moaned at the sensation as I pushed inside her hot center. “You feel amazing,” I hissed as I filled her.

“You too, Alex. Oh my God!” she screamed, and I started to move faster, gliding in and out and each time taking a deep breath as the sensations made my body tingle. She clenched around me and I was struggling to hold it together despite just claiming my release in the hallway. Closing my eyes I tried to focus, tried to stay on track and give my girl the best time. I banged into her and she screamed my name. I shifted her so she sat on top of my dick and watched as she bounced and her perfect tits bobbed up and down, looking lickable. She took me deep into her core and ground her orgasm out on me whilst I watched her face moan with pleasure. I held her ass as she came, and she sagged on top of me, kissing me hard. I flipped her, so I was back on top and found my own release, squeezing her butt as she steadied herself on my shoulders.

We lay motionless for a few minutes, side by side on top of her gray comforter. “So you think the whole place will know we're hooking up by tomorrow?” she asked, rolling her head to the side and facing me.

I breathed deeply and smiled, turning onto my side to face her, “I never gave a shit about what people said,” I sighed, “I don’t care.”

“You cared enough to not say anything earlier tonight.” She wasn’t angry, she was teasing, but I sensed there was some hurt. I reached out and touched her chin, running my thumb over her lip and she closed her eyes.

“I don’t like people knowing shit about me but that’s different to not giving a shit what they say,” I told her honestly.

She opened her eyes and turned onto her side, “So you like to stay an enigma but if they make up a story about you having a venereal disease then they can have at it?” she smirked.

“More like if they don’t know shit about me what they say doesn’t affect me because I know the truth,” I sighed.

“So what will they say?” she uttered, vulnerability showing in the woman who I always saw as unsinkable.

I shrugged and touched a strand of her silky hair, “I don’t know. Maybe they’ll say I seduced you, or you’re with me because you’re hard up out here in the Montana desert.” I grinned, and she scooted closer to lie flush against me nude. She wrapped her arms around my middle and I placed mine around her naked shoulders, pulling her into my warmth.

“Well we know the truth, huh?” she mumbled into my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise where her breath trailed.

“What’s that?” I croaked.

“You’re the sweetest guy I ever met, and I couldn’t resist you and your hard-bodied manliness,” she moved her head back to catch my eye and I let out a quick laugh.

“Lacey,” I sighed, “the truth is I never met anyone quite like you,” I dropped to kiss her head, “and if any idiot in town tries to touch you again, I will kick their ass.” She giggled and squeezed me tighter. “I need to get back for the kids, come with me?” Sara had been trusted to babysit, and I needed to make sure they were both alive.

She nodded into my chest, “Let me shower and get my pajamas on.”

I snuggled her into me and my chest expanded at her words. She would come back with me, she would sleep in my bed and I would hold her close like she was really mine. This girl made everything seem like it would be okay. In fact, she insisted on it. She came here to make things better, and I hated her for it but since the day she arrived things had only improved and I dreaded the day she would decide she was done and ready to leave.

We snuck into my house. I fixed us drinks and then we crept upstairs. I checked on Logan and Sara. They were sleeping soundly, and I kissed them both, turning from Sara’s room to see Lacey stood in the doorway. She had her arms crossed and a goofy smile on her face.

“You’re a good big brother, you know that?” she whispered.

I shook my head and ushered her into my room, placing my large hands on her tiny shoulders to lead the way, “I’m sure Sara would disagree, and you don’t have a big brother to compare me against.”

She climbed under my covers. I switched out the lights and I draped my arm around her as she settled her head on my chest. “I have a little brother and he was a crazy person.”

“Like Loge?” I laughed.

“A million miles from Logan,” she sighed. “He’s an attention seeking nightmare who announced he was having a baby with his loser girlfriend straight out of high school, at my rehearsal dinner.”

“Wow,” I let out a breath. She was married. I forgot that, and it hurt my heart to even think that she had belonged to someone else but we all had a past.

“He’s always needed more of Mom and Dad than me. When we were young, he was the baby and that was fine,” she settled a little more on my chest and placed a hand there too, “but as adults my parent’s lives still revolve around him and none of my achievements matter because he managed to procreate.”

“Maybe they see that you’re turning out just fine and he needs them more because he’s screwing up,” I stroked her hair and kissed her head, “I bet they are so proud of who you are.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to hear it from time to time,” she sighed.

“Hey,” I ran my hand over her hair and squeezed her shoulder gently, “you’re talking to the guy whose mom expects so much that I forget sometimes what my real responsibilities are, and she only says thank you when she’s in therapy.”

“I know I have no right to complain with what you-”

“Hey,” I cut her off, “I didn’t say that to make you feel guilty for feeling let down. I said it to make you see we all have issues and you’re not alone, you can complain about that little brat ‘till the cows come home.”

She laughed and moved up my body to kiss my lips, “Thank you, Alex.” She said, and I looked down at her.

“For what?” I asked with narrowed eyes.

“For everything,” she said simply and then settled back onto my chest. I could get way too used to the swelling in my heart when Lacey says stuff like that and the peace that washes over me when I sleep with her in my arms. If she was thanking me for making love to her or even holding her, the pleasure was mine, but I had an idea that I wasn’t the only damaged person on the farm and maybe she was thanking me for putting pieces of her back together. I know I owed her for giving me back my happiness and for coming to Bishops Hill to rebuild our farm.