My knees are almost knocking and I can’t feel my feet anymore, but I do feel like this is it.
Once I walk out the diner door my life will never be the same.
The finer points are up for me, I guess.
And I sure as hell hope it involves Kyle.
But before I can even get outside. Before I can even breathe my first lungful of freedom, my mom calls out behind me.
Reminding me of some very simple facts.
Whether she believed in my archaeology job story or not, she knows who has a bigger say in my life.
It’s still her house, and if I want to stay living there, it has to be by her rules.
“I’ll see you at home then, honey. We can talk about your first day at work then,” she says, loud and clear enough for me to catch the real message she’s broadcasting.
I shudder inside but focus on the door.
Just a few more steps and I can be with Kyle again.
I’d better tell him that I’m his personal archaeologist now too, just in case we get any questions from the locals.
But before I can even feel the breeze on my face.
Before I can fill my senses with his heady cologne again, I’m blocked at the door by our local sheriff.
Semi-retired sheriff, if there even is such a thing.
Sam Beauford.
He must be about a hundred, but still has a gun and a badge. Still draws a paycheck every month.
Still a pain in the ass.
“Sheriff,” I greet him curtly, trying to move past him but he shifts to block my exit.
With his thumbs tucked into his belt which he slowly pulls up, he sniffs loudly.
“Archeologist, eh?” he drawls quietly, tipping his hat and smiling over at my mom who’s getting back to work.
Informally questioning me I’m sure. I can feel it coming.
“Excuse me?” I ask, more than a little annoyed now that I’m being stopped from leaving the stupid diner of all places.
“I ran a check on your friend’s car, Jacinta. It’s a rental,” he reveals as if the news should blow my world apart.
“His car’s in the shop being repaired.” I sigh, trying to feel sorry for the old man, but really?
This is ridiculous. And eavesdropping on me and my mom. What an asshole.
With no crime or anything else for that matter happening in Cherry, old Sam Beauford is nothing more than a busybody. An old coot with too much time on his hands, blocking my way, and really starting to piss me off.
I try to look past him, out to Kyle’s car but he shifts again. Blocking my view again.
I manage to catch a glimpse of Kyle’s car though on the far side of the parking lot.
It must be an optical illusion of some sort.
It actually looks as though his car is rocking?
The sheriff’s not a big man, nothing like Kyle, but most everyone in town is taller than me, so it’s not hard for him to block my view.
“Just lookin’ out for ya, missy.” He creaks, sniffing again. “I’ve not got many years left, but I still got two eyes in my head. And right now, both are on you and Mr. Fancy pants out there.”
He holds my gaze for just a moment longer before he finally shifts out of my way when another couple tries to enter the diner behind him.
“Both eyes, Jacinta,” his thin voice follows after me. Sounding more like a ghost than a man.
I shake off his word, glad to get away from the sheriff, itching to see Kyle again and tell him—
Oh my god.
Is he…
He is.
Wow.
Jesus Christ, it’s huge…
Frozen to the spot at a distance, I stare through Kyle’s car window.
The whole world disappears again as I watch the huge man inside his tiny car, pumping his massive stiff rod with an equally massive pair of hands.
I can make out the swollen purple head of his cock, shining with precome as he pumps harder.
Faster.
A low growl fills the whole parking lot.
Like there’s a wolf or some kind of wild animal trying to break free.
Or trying to get in something.
His head rolls back and before he finishes, I experience a kind of mini-climax of my own as he groans my name.
Two can play at that game, Kyle Lundstrom.
I’ve been itching to do this since I first laid eyes on the man.
Finding a clear space behind some bushes I yank my jeans down far enough to shove my hand into my panties and slide a finger inside my wet heat.
I crane my neck to see him again, hoping he hasn’t blown his load yet, but I’m shocked to find his car is empty.
I let out a sudden loud gasp when I feel a huge hot hand on my arm spin around.
“I was hoping you’d see,” Kyle growls, his eyes wide at the sight of me knuckle deep inside myself.