Chapter Eighteen

Evelyn

 

I gathered my briefcase and left the office, stressed, aroused, and a little angry. If that bastard baited me into coming there, taking him home, so help me.

The drive into the small town of Hereford wasn’t long, but I was heavy on the gas pedal to get there. Even though I knew he wouldn’t, the thought of him leaving before I arrived scared the hell out of me.

He sounded pretty buzzed on the phone, and he had gone on about the hot bartender that wanted to take him home. Oh God. I pushed harder on the gas pedal, blazing through a stop sign before whipping into the parking lot of the pub.

His truck was still there. It had probably been there for hours.

I started to call him, to tell him to come outside. I pushed my phone back into my purse and stepped out of my car, staring at the front door of the bar.

What if he was talking to another woman, someone younger, someone prettier? If he was, I wanted to catch him in the act so I could stop yearning for him, and finally stop fantasizing about there being a hope for us.

Music blared from an old jukebox as I pulled open the door. People chattered throughout the place, and the bar was full of people looking for a drink after a hard day’s work.

I scanned the place for James, finding him at the end of the bar. There was a cute blonde sitting next to him, but it was hard to tell if they were talking. I walked over slowly, placed my hand on his shoulder, and felt a sigh of relief once I realized the blonde was talking to the man on her other side.

James turned towards me; his eyes lit up like the sky on a sunny day.

“You did come,” he smiled.

“Of course. You aren’t driving like that,” I insisted.

“Have a drink,” he tugged at my arm, pulling me to the empty seat beside him.

“I really need to get you home and then head to bed,” I sighed, taking the seat anyway.

“I like the sound of that,” he undressed me with his eyes.

“My bed,” I scowled.

“We’ll discuss that,” he smirked.

My panties were already sticking to my warm flesh, my pussy swelling against the silk material. Why does he have this effect on me?

A large bald man leaned across the bar and smiled in my direction.

“What will ya have?” he asked.

“I-uh, I don…” is all that managed to come out before James interrupted.

“She’ll have a tall draft, and one of those greasy burgers,” he ordered.

My stomach grumbled at the thought of a burger. I’d skipped lunch trying to work on the court date situation, and I did need a beer.

“And a coffee,” I added.

James smirked in my direction.

He didn’t seem as drunk as I previously assumed him to be, but he was obviously not in any shape to drive.

The bartender delivered my beer with a smile. I pulled it to my lips, looking around the bar at all the women, wondering which one had tried to take James home.

“I’m glad you came,” James said softly.

His eyes were on me as I turned back towards him, so blue, so dreamy. Damn, why does he have to be so freaking handsome?

I smiled but didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure I was happy that I’d come yet or not. I couldn’t imagine anyone in the place knowing who I was or putting together that I was James’s lawyer. At least it was comfortable and private.

My knees smacked against James’s as I spun in my seat. I started to apologize, but found myself frozen in the lock of his eyes.

“You seem nervous,” James pointed out.

“I’m not,” I lied.

He sipped on his coffee as he stared me down.

“Yeah, I think you are,” he smiled.

My cheeks blushed with heat as I pulled my eyes from him. I sipped on my beer while trying not to picture him naked.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?” I asked, scanning the room once again.

There was a skinny brunette in the corner with large breasts and bright red lipstick, and a plump blonde playing pool with a skirt so short you could see her ass cheeks each time she leaned in to take a shot. It could’ve easily been either of them.

“She left,” he smirked.

“Really?” I questioned sarcastically.

“Yes. Really. She was the bartender, her shift ended,” James explained, still smirking.

“I see,” I tried to act like he wasn’t getting to me, but he was.

My cheeks were on fire as he continued to stare with that stupid smirk smeared all over his face.

“What?” I snapped.

“You’re jealous,” he laughed.

“Not hardly,” I sighed.

“Oh, I think you are,” he roared.

“Why would I be jealous? If you wanted to go home with a bar whore, that’s your business,” I snarled.

Wow. I was jealous. Why else would I call the woman such a nasty name? My heart raced as I tried to regain some class.

“I just mean, what you do is your business,” I sighed.

James pulled my stool towards him, pulling my body close to his. His hands moved to my legs, gripping them at the outer thigh.  My panties soaked with arousal as he peered into my eyes, his lips so close that I thought he would kiss me right there in front of everyone. God, how I wanted him to kiss me.

“You’re the only business I care about,” he purred.

My heart beat hard against my chest. My breasts tightened into my lace bra, itching my hardened nipples with the rough fabric. I wanted to lean in, to kiss him, but the bartender slid a burger in front of me, interrupting the moment, and bringing me back to reality.

“Another beer…and coffee?” he asked.

I nodded.

James finished his first cup, sending it with the bartender as he left. I was disappointed that I’d missed my opportunity, but relieved at the same time.

I dove into my burger with the appetite I had for him, tearing into the meat wildly and swallowing it whole.

James sipped his coffee but kept one hand on my leg. I wondered if he could feel it quiver.

We sat and listened to the jukebox, naming the songs and artists as they played. We laughed about the woman playing pool, pointing out that she’d forgotten her panties when her large bush showed itself on a shot she had to lean sideways to reach. It was fun, and before I realized it, I was buzzed, and James was sober.

“Let’s get outta’ here,” James said softly, his eyes filled with hunger.

I nodded.

James’s hand rested on the small of my back as he guided me through the front door of the bar. In the night air, I sobered a little but was still pretty dizzy.

“Maybe I should get a coffee in me first,” I pointed to the donut shop across the street.

James shook his head.

“I’m taking you home,” he smiled.

He walked me to his truck, opened the door and helped me inside. I watched as he pulled my keys from my hand and used them to open my car. He handed me my briefcase before he closed me into the truck.

I was breathless as he slid into the seat beside me, my body in full arousal mode. I knew he was taking me to his ranch, and I knew what we were going to do.

When we pulled up to the ranch, neither of us spoke. James got out and opened my door, gently lowering me to the ground.

Our bodies pushed together as I steadied myself, and my body pulsated blood with a thump so hard I was certain he could hear it travel through my veins to my heart. I was ready. I knew he would kiss me. My body tingled, and I wanted him so bad I could barely refrain from jumping into his arms right then.

He slowly pulled away, grabbing only my hand, and walked me to the front door. My hand shook as James handed me the keys.

“You unlock it; my hands are busy,” he smiled, sliding behind me with his hands firmly gripped on my hips.

I guided the key towards the door, searching for the deadbolt to let us in while James slid my skirt up around my hips. Cool night air nipped at the wet spot between my legs, freezing my panties against my swelling flesh. I moaned. My hand shook uncontrollably as I continued to search for the deadbolt.

I could feel his body sliding against me, downward. His breath warmed my ass cheeks, and then the cold spot between my legs. Fingers tugged at my panties as I finally found the deadbolt. I had the wrong key.

His tongue slid up my legs as my panties slid down them.

A moan rolled from my lips as his tongue reached my pussy, gently flicking against the sensitive flesh with a steady skill. My back arched, my ass pushed towards his mouth, but my hands continued to search for the right key.

“I love your taste on my tongue,” he said softly, his breath warming my skin as he spoke.

A hand reached up, gently pushing at the top of my back, bending me so I opened for him, exposing my vulnerability to his talented tongue. My legs spread willingly, giving him plenty of room to work his mouth against my aching cunt. Warm laps of his tongue up and down, through my swollen folds, inside of my warm body, and then out again to flick against my swollen clit.

Sensations ran through me that I’d never felt before, and my body began to lose control. I moaned, groaned, and ground against him, my ass sliding up and down on his face.

Finally, the key slid into the lock. I turned, the door opened, and I nearly fell inside before James caught me in his strong arms. I turned to face him: my skirt still hiked around my waist and my panties around my ankles.

Before he could tease me again, I tiptoed to him and kissed him hard, tasting my arousal on his lips, his tongue.

Dizziness overtook me as he walked me backward. My backside hit against something hard, something I was now sliding onto, James lifting me and pushing me back.

I turned to a chair, realizing he had me on the table. I turned to him, watching as he worked his cock from his pants. Anticipation worked over me as I diligently kept eye on his hands. The belt opened, a button unbuttoned, and the zipper unzipped. He shifted as he worked to kick his boots off, stopping only once to slid a finger inside of my pussy and then bring it to his mouth.

I shook with excitement.

“Show me how you touched yourself that night,” he whispered, sliding out of his jeans.

I blushed as I bit my bottom lip.

“C’mon baby,” he coaxed.

My hand slid down my belly and in between my legs. James watched as my fingers worked in between my folds, around my clit, and then plunged inside of my pussy. He growled as I arched my back to feed my digits deeper into my body.

My eyes still watched, waiting for him to finish undressing. His boxers were pushed out into a tent, his cock so hard and eager to be released. My eyes watched his hand as his watched mine. Finally, he stood before me completely nude, his cock standing at attention in all its glory.

Hot breath poured onto me as James leaned over me, unbuttoning my shirt.

“Don’t stop,” he insisted, taking his hand to mine and guiding my fingers deep into my tight hole.

His mouth played with my breasts, sucking, licking, and pinching my nipples as I moaned with pleasure.

I could feel his cock pressing against my leg, twitching each time I moaned.

He slowly undressed me, taking the time to kiss and lick my exposed skin with each layer.

“I want to make you come,” he whispered, slithering back down my body.

Again, his hot breath was rolling onto my inner thighs, moving slowly back towards my pussy.

His tongue plunged into my body, fucking me without mercy as I squirmed and writhed beneath him. He suctioned against my flesh, sucking hard, pulling my clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth as his finger took the place of his tongue inside of me, and then a second. I cried out as he worked with the rhythm of my hips. My hands pulled into his hair, tugging him away from my sensitive nub, but he wouldn’t release his suction.

My body shook and my legs quivered against James’s ears as everything started to go black, silent, empty. As if echoing through a canyon, my moans sounded from the silence as my orgasm exploded in a thunderous boom. Arousal was warm and abundant as it coated my thighs, dripping from my throbbing cunt into a puddle beneath my ass cheeks. I was mortified at my mess, but still unable to speak, to move, to barely breathe.

James scooped me into his arms from the table, carrying me like a baby to the back room. We ended up in the bathroom where he stood me in the shower. My legs could barely hold my weight as he worked the faucet until he was satisfied with the temperature, and then water exploded onto me, cleansing me of the sticky cum that still oozed down my thigh.

James didn’t take his eyes from mine as he stepped in beside me. He worked soap all over his body frantically, removing the smell of his days’ hard work. I had noticed it when I arrived at the bar, but I didn’t mind it. He smelled like a man to me, at least what I expected a man should smell like.

I reached out and took the soapy rag from him, continuing the cleansing as he stared into my eyes. My hand worked around his hard cock, taking extra care to stroke it clean nice and slow as he growled.

After the water rinsed him clean, he reached out towards the bathroom vanity, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom. Without effort, it was open and slid onto his hard muscle. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he lifted me up from my feet as if I weighed nothing. I reached forward, letting my arms wrap around his neck as my back pushed into the tiled shower wall.

His cock teased my entrance, the tip spreading me open as he held me in place. My breathing was as wild as my thoughts as I pushed away from him, dropping my weight onto his manhood, taking him in deep and swift.

My lips parted as moans rolled from my throat. I leaned forward, biting into his shoulder, sucking at the flesh of his neck. I searched with my mouth until finding his, still tasting my own juices on his lips.

His hips rocked, pushing himself deeper and harder into me as I dug my nails into his back. My pussy was so satisfied, so filled, that it began to pulsate as my legs quivered around his waist.

I watched James, taking in the pure pleasure that was written all over his face. His lips parted, a loud growl rolled through his body and into the small shower, and his head snapped backward right as I felt his cock throbbing between my legs.

I clenched onto him, using muscles that were now aching with pleasure as my orgasm roared alongside his. Water splattered into my face, rolled between us, tracing our bodies as if it were only one.

Fuck. What have I done?