We came to the little stream that ran along the back of her grandma’s property and stopped. I wonder why all my childhood haunts got me to thinking about her and I sharing time together in the places I’d once loved.

I could see us skinny dipping under the moonlight. Her trying to be quiet while I fuck her so her screams and moans don’t travel to her grandma up at the house.

She’d tapped into something inside me, something that had never been exposed before. I ain’t never in my life imagined doing shit with a female other than a good hard fuck. True story.

I moved in the kind of circles where everyone pretty much knew the rules of the game. Everyone was basically looking for a good time before moving on to the next.

The kinda shit my mama and grandma would have a screaming fit over if they only knew the half of it. As we stood there looking out over the water, I thought of how life had come full circle.

Was it fate that had brought me back here at this time? Did she have anything to do with my sudden hungering for home? I know the old folks in these parts believe in that hoodoo shit, but I was never one to accept.

Now I can’t help but feel there’s something more at play here. I mean what are the odds that I’d come back home after years of swearing I never would, and running into the most perfect woman I’d ever laid eyes on? And her turning out to be the granddaughter of my grandma’s best friend.

That shit only happens in the movies. The reason I’ve always been able to keep my heart out of the game is because no one woman of my acquaintance has ever had it all.

Some had the body and not the face, or vice versa. None had the inner workings that’s for sure. Belle has not only the beauty of face and body, but that extra something that pulls at me even though I can’t see it with the naked eye and have no fucking idea what ‘it’ is.

“Are you always this quiet?” I sound like an ass but I had no game. She’d sucked it all out of me. None of my usual lines seemed appropriate and I found myself not wanting to treat her the way I’d done anyone else before.

“What would you like me to say? This is all rather sudden and very new. Since you know about my divorce I guess you know that I met my husband in college. He was the only man I ever dated…” She swallowed hard and I hated that she still felt anything for this unknown man, even if it was hate.

I was all in my feelings and shit, forgetting the fact that I’d had more partners than I could even remember. That shit didn’t matter apparently. Far as I can tell, this falling in love shit dries up all your damn brain cells.

I’m jealous of a man I don’t know, mad at her for having a life before me, all while trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on inside my head. I’m not one to share, but I’ve never been jealous of a damn thing in my life.

“Tell me about him.” I still held her hand in mine so I felt her tension come back.

“I don’t feel like talking about him right now.” She looked down at the ground, kicking at the weeds that grew there near the water’s edge.

“Talk!” I didn’t look at her when she finally lifted her head and I felt her eyes on my face. She didn’t answer me fast enough so I squeezed her hand gently to get her going.

“I said…”

“I heard what you said.” I looked at her now because sometimes my facial expressions can say more than words. This time was no different. Her sassy ass huffed before she turned back to the water but she gave me what I wanted.

“What do you want to know? We met in college, fell in love, at least I thought we did. Then two years after we got married I found out he was sleeping with my best friend.”

Mother-fuck… “Was that the first time?” Her hand went weak in mine before she got herself together. “No!” Her answer was low and heartfelt and if I knew where the bastard was I’d go kick his ass up one side and down the other.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry that the man who got there before me didn’t have the good sense to see you for the treasure that you are; forgive me. But I know that you’re smart enough to know that not all men are alike.”

She stared at me as though trying to see into my head. Past the smooth words to the truth beneath. I could’ve told her that it was all new to me too. That the shit was almost involuntary at this point.

But I’m guessing that after getting burnt, she’s now more into show than tell. “Come on, I’m taking you out for a late lunch or an early dinner whichever one you choose.” I tugged on her hand and headed back to the house.

On the way back, with her hand still held firmly in mine, I asked her questions about herself to get her talking so she could maybe remember that she was a whole person without the asshole.

There’s nothing more frustrating than watching a beautiful woman waste herself on some asshole that doesn’t deserve the time of day. Besides, the more I kept her talking and getting her to open up, the easier it will be for me to gauge the situation.

I needed to know where her head was before I could decide on my next move. If she needed me to listen, to be an ear for her to bend, I have no problem with that. Just as long as she knows where I stand.

If it takes me longer than two days to get inside her pussy that would be a record for me. I’m usually in there within the first twenty-four. And though I got the sense that she might need more time, there’s no guarantee that I was gonna give it to her.

It will seem to me to be the epitome of fuckery that the woman I’d decided to spend the rest of my life with would be the one to give me blue balls. I came to this conclusion due to the fact that my dick stayed hard from the moment I pulled into her grandmother’s driveway ‘til now.

Luckily for her, he was being on his best behavior, but since this shit was new to him too, I have no way of knowing how long that shit would last.

The fact that she lived with her grandmother and I was now staying in the guesthouse at my parents’ place while my own home was being built might call for some maneuvering, but that’s nothing I can’t handle.

But again the question as to just how far I was willing to go reared its head. I know down to my core that she’s not the type I can bed and walk away from. So if I go there with her, especially in this town and with our families being as close as they are, I’d better have the best of intentions.

That’s where this little outing comes in. There’s nothing in the last half an hour that would change my already made up mind, so this was all for her.

Truth is, once my mind’s made up, there really isn’t much she can say or do about the situation. But I’ma play the gentleman at least for the next coupla days.

“Give me a minute to get changed.” I looked down at the jeans and tee she wore with her sneakers and shook my head. “You’re fine just as you are.” She was the perfect accompaniment to my own jeans and tee with shit kickers.

Aunt Charlie was stirring something on the stove while pies and cobbler cooled on the counter. “You two back so soon?” She sounded almost disappointed.

“I’m stealing your girl for the rest of the afternoon. We’re gonna go grab something to eat.” I tacked on the last quickly at the raised brow look she threw me. She nodded her head and closed the lid on the pot.

“You two kids have fun and Logan, don’t you go speeding with my grandbaby in that death rap of yours.”

“How do you know about the monster?”

“Your grandma who else? Now get outta here.”

We both kissed one of her withered cheeks and I let go of Belle long enough for her to say a quick goodbye before leading her out the door.

She balked at the step-up on my truck and squeaked when I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off her feet.

“Calm down beautiful I’m just gonna help you in.” She blushed at being called beautiful and I wondered if the asshole was one of those small dick fucks who couldn’t appreciate a real woman’s curves.

His fucking loss. My dick was already drooling and we hadn’t even so much as sniffed the pussy yet. No worries though, I already knew her pussy was gonna smell like warm cinnamon apple pie and taste like that shit alamode.

Damn, get your mind off her snatch Logan or you won’t make it out the damn driveway. I realized I was just standing there holding her suspended in my arms and when I looked into her eyes, I barely restrained myself from kissing those pouty lips.

Fuck waiting, I’m giving her three days max before I put her under me. It might take some doing but I’m more than up for the challenge. Fuck if I’ma let her past muddy my waters.

And the way her nipples hardened under my gaze and how the pulse in her neck took off, I’m convinced that with the right moves I’d reach my goal. First I have to work on her mind though.

My eyes were glued to her tits as I helped her into the truck. I didn’t do anything as crass as let my hands brush against her flesh when I pulled the seatbelt around her and buckled her in though.

She was acting like I’d ran my hand through her legs the way her breath sped up and she clenched those shits tight together. Then I smelt her; hot pussy.

My eyes flew up to hers and she looked mortified. I’d been so busy thinking about my attraction to her that I didn’t give much thought to her feelings towards me.

It was obvious from the way she looked hurriedly away from me that she liked what she saw. I’m not sure if it was my face, which I knew was more than just handsome.

Or my muscular chest and arms that showed beneath my tee. Then again it could be the tats that peeped out around my biceps, women love that shit.

There was no hiding that hungry look in her eyes though, and I leaned in, testing the waters to see if she’d pull back. She didn’t and one of my hands rested on her hip as I leaned in and touched her lips with mine.

Look, I tried! I really did try to be a gentleman, but who the fuck told her to look at me like that? She didn’t push me away but I didn’t want to push shit too soon.

I savored the taste of her cherry flavored lips before pulling my tongue from her mouth and running it along the bottom one-one last time.