Chapter Two

Owen

 

Wow!

Tracy was right about Charlotte: she was something special. That hot skirt she wore showed off the long, slender legs underneath, and that thin tank top did little to hide her excitement.

George was one of my favorite artists, too, but I was glad to see his show end. It was obvious his music tugged at Charlotte’s heartstrings by how her big, green eyes batted in my direction.

“You wanna get a cone?” I asked, hoping to keep the evening going.

“Sure,” she replied, that beautiful smile of hers dazzling me as she spoke.

I held her hand, guiding her through the crowd as we made our way outside to the parking lot. Some of the guests stayed for a beer after, but many were scampering to get into their cars and on the road. I pulled down the tailgate on my pickup truck, and then lifted Charlotte by her waist so she could sit. I jumped up beside her, scooted close, and waited for the ‘kiss me’ look I knew she’d give.

“Thank you again,” she said, killing the mood I’d just created.

“No problem.”

“Tracy said you have a small farm,” she continued.

Her questions seemed forced, nervous, and just a way of avoiding what she knew was going to happen. Those lips were so full, so pink, and looking into those green eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in, ignored her question, and pressed my lips against hers. They were as soft as I imagined; softer, even.

My jeans tightened from the unexpected excitement of our touch. Her mouth parted, allowing my tongue inside to explore the warm cavern behind those beautiful lips. Our tongues intertwined slowly, dancing together to a beat all their own. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good, for her to feel so good.

Our eyes remained locked as I pulled back from our embrace. “Wow,” I gasped.

She sighed. It was a sweet sigh, barely a noise, but it made my dick jump up and take notice.

“Yes. I have a small farm. A ranch, really,” I answered the pre-kiss question.

She seemed interested, listening to the details about what animals I had at my place. When I told her about the horses, she perked up quite a bit, her tone changing to one of softness and excitement that aroused me—not just sexually, but in a way I’d never really experienced, so I couldn’t explain. I loved talking to her, looking at her when she got animated, and listening to how much she loved animals.

“Ready for that ice cream?” I asked, taking her hand in mine.

She nodded as I slid down from the tailgate and offered my hands around her waist to help her to her feet. My hands gripped the small of her back and pulled her slowly toward me and off the tailgate of my pickup. Her feet slid to the ground as her body pressed into mine. She smelled sweet, like cookies. Her eyes stared into mine with an innocence I’d never quite seen, mixed with a hunger that was more than a little familiar to me.

“You wanna leave your car here?” I asked.

I watched her struggle with her hesitation. Her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed as she finally shook her head. “It’d be silly to come all the way back here to get it,” she said.

Her reasoning was rational, but not exactly advantageous for my plans.  That tight ass, those perky, full breasts, and that sweet mouth of hers were all that was on my mind, not ice cream, and certainly not where her car was parked. “Okay. Follow me,” I agreed, flashing her the warmest smile I could muster.

I walked her to her car, put my arm around her body, and spun her around toward me with her back against the red metal of her Kia. Her mouth didn’t fight me, didn’t offer any hesitation as mine pressed back against it. Her arms wrapped over my shoulders and pulled me in close. The feel of her fingers tugging at the curls falling out of my hat tightened my balls and made my dick twitch. Yeah, this was gonna be a quick ice cream.

I grinded into her gently, with her back against the car. She sighed, another squeal escaped her lips, and her body squirmed against mine. I fought back the urge to explore her body. My mouth wanted to roll to her neck, then to her breasts, and my fingers were aching to find the warmth between those long legs. I pulled back, realizing my urges were only growing stronger as I resisted them. “Follow me, darling,” I said, opening her car door.

I watched in the rearview mirror as Charlotte followed me back into town. The small ice cream parlor sat on the corner across from the bakery, creating an aroma that made everyone hungry as they passed. Her car pulled into the parking lot behind my truck, and she fidgeted with something in the passenger seat as I walked toward her car. I wondered what she was thinking, if she was excited as I was.

“You drive like a maniac,” she blurted as I opened her car door.

That laugh of hers was contagious, so I laughed with her as I tried to defend my driving skill.

“I know these roads like the back of my hand,” I assured her with a wink.

Her eyes narrowed and her grin widened. “I was beginning to think you were trying to lose me.”

At that, I chuckled. Oh no, I didn’t want to lose her. She was coming home with me, whether she knew it yet or not.

“You didn’t have much trouble keepin’ up,” I teased.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at me playfully, and then laughed. I grasped her hand and pulled her from the car, and into my arms. “Don’t stick that thing out unless you intend to use it,” I teased.

“What? This thing?” she asked, sticking it quickly out from between her lips.

I growled. Damn, this girl turned me on. She was beautiful, feisty, and fearless.

“I plan to. Let’s get some ice cream, I’m starving,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“Starving?” I laughed, pulling back. We’d just eaten at the concert, and Charlotte had the large basket of wings. I loved that she wasn’t like other girls; ya know, the ones who were afraid to eat in front of a man. Charlotte was different, all the way around. There was something about her I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it was something I liked…a lot.

“Well, I don’t wanna deprive you of ice cream if you’re starvin’,” I joked, pulling her toward the outside order window.

“Hey, Owen, what can I getcha?” Marcie batted her eyes from the tiny window inside the cone-shaped building.

Her cheeks were full and plump, her blue eyes twinkling as she spoke. Charlotte smirked at me as Marcie continued to ignore the fact she was even there. “I’ll take a triple scoop of chocolate in a sugar cone,” Charlotte blurted out.

Marcie seemed annoyed that she’d intruded upon her flirting time, but I was relieved, and a little impressed by her aggression.

“I’ll have the same,” I said, smiling at Charlotte as Marcie huffed from the window.

There were so many things I wanted to ask her, so many things I wanted to know. It wasn’t like me to be so interested in a woman, but like I said, there was something different about Charlotte, something special.

“How many horses do you have?” she asked, lapping at the smooth, chocolate ice cream.

My dick swelled in my pants as I watched her tongue wrap around the cone to catch the drips. “Six,” I answered quickly.

Her eyes widened. “That doesn’t sound like a small place,” she said.

“For a ranch, it’s small. Would you like to see it?” I asked.

I watched as her mouth covered the top of her cone, her lips moved down slowly over the soft cream. She sucked gently at the cone before releasing her lips. What was left was a small, thin peak of ice cream at the tip. Watching her lapping at that cone caused me to release a small amount of precum into my briefs.

“I’d love to,” she said.

“It’s not far from here. Follow me?” I suggested.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then nodded.

I wanted to lean in and kiss her again, but instead I took her hand. She wasn’t like other women, at least not the ones I knew. She didn’t throw herself at me, and she didn’t even seem to notice the effect she had on me or on men in general. At the concert, she turned plenty of heads, but never appeared to notice.