"That's why you ran."
"Yeah. That's why I ran. They've been calling me," I say. "I got these voice messages this morning, after I got my phone charged, and," tears fill my eyes, "I hate it, Bartlett. It's hard to not be bitter, you know? I just want to be happy. That's why I came here. Because I'm just aching for a fresh start. I thought maybe if I came Home, maybe I'd get one. But I'm scared that they're going to find me and take that happiness away."
Bartlett wraps me in his arms, holding me tight. "As long as I’ve got you, no one is going to take you anywhere."
9
Bartlett
I get Abby in my truck, Hijinx in her lap, and I crank up the heat. "Okay," I say, looking at her as I pull out of town, headed toward my cabin. "Here's the plan. We're going to get back to the cabin, rest and change, and then I'm going to take you out on the town."
She laughs. "Okay. I like the beginning of that, but you don't have to take me out, Bartlett. Don't you have to go back to work or something?"
I shake my head, running my hand over her thigh, hating that her jeans are getting in the way between my hand and her bare skin. "No, my guys are closing up tonight. I'm thinking a nice dinner, candlelight. What do you say?"
"They have a fancy restaurant in Home?" Abby asks with a smirk. "I haven't seen anything like that."
"Well, you don't know everything that there is here. And, in fact, there's a popup restaurant tonight called Home Grown. It's this bougie place with all organic vegetables, farm-raised beef, and nice wine from organic farms."
"Ooh," Abby says, shrugging her shoulders. "Sounds fancy."
"And I already got us a reservation. Well, Lemon got us a reservation."
"Really?" Abby says. "You did that, even though you thought I was this lying girl who didn't even come in on a train?"
"I knew you came in on a train, and I never thought you were a liar. That was Rye, and he was wrong, Abracadabra."
Abby laughs. "Oh, my God. I can't believe you found out my real name."
"I'm going to find everything out about you sooner or later," I say. "I mean, if you'll let me."
Abby licks her lips. Now it's her turn to run her hand up and down my thigh, over my thick cock that's growing harder by the minute.
"Oh, I'm interested in learning all kinds of things about one another," she says. "Last night we didn't learn quite enough, did we?"
"Not even close," I growl as I pull up to my cabin, putting my truck in park and practically dragging that woman inside.
Hijinx is passed out by the fire soon enough, and her and me? We’re stripping our clothes in the bathroom. Our jeans are on the floor. The hot water is cranked up high. Her panties are at her ankles, and her bra is lost. Just like me. I'm lost in her body, her eyes, her tits, her ass. Fuck, this girl is incredible.
"What?" she asks as I shake my head, looking her over, up and down, and loving every damn inch.
"I really like the way you look," I tell her. "And I like the way you laugh, and the way you think, and the way you are."
"That's a lot of compliments for a girl who has spent her life thinking she wasn't quite enough."
"I don't even know what you did in the circus," I say. "Tell me everything. Were you a contortionist? Fuck, please tell me you were a contortionist."
She laughs, hard. "Oh, my God, you are such a man."
I stroke my cock up and down, and then I take her hand, showing her where she belongs. She begins to take hold of me the way I need her to as we step into the shower. I turn on the second shower head and then, fuck, it's bliss. Her and me, there. Wet, aching, ready.
"I was not a contortionist," she says, the water running in rivulets over her breasts, her hair. She looks so sexy and my body is primed to take her. My cock is aching for her sweet, tight pussy. But first, I want to enjoy this moment, this steamy shower made for two.
"I was a tightrope walker," she says, her eyes widening. "What do you think of that?"
"You can balance then, huh?"
She nods. "Yeah."
"You think you can balance on my cock?"
She laughs; her head falls back. "Oh, my God. Yeah, I think I can."
"Good," I say. I lift her up and I place her back against the tiled wall of the shower, lowering her down on my thick cock.
"Oh, yes," she moans as she sinks down on me.
"There you go, baby. Just like that."
"Oh, fuck," she moans loudly.