“Show me your famous Cherry pie,” he practically growls as he walks up to the counter with me in tow, making me flush hard as the whole diner turns to stare at us for the second time.
CHAPTER THREE
Kyle
My instincts were right.
Cherry is a Lundstrom town.
There’s something more than worthwhile in Cherry, and it’s all for me.
All mine.
The real reason I’m here has just made itself known, and as well as my racing heart I haven’t felt since my first property deal all those years ago, I’m fast developing a hardness in my pants to match.
Once I see Jacinta, it all clicks, everything makes sense.
It does to me anyway.
Her short, thick legs look just about the right size for my hands to grip.
And she has a chest to match, with an ass, I just know completes the whole set.
They say looks aren’t everything, but first impressions definitely are.
And apart from being a fucking eleven, Jacinta’s already blown my mind with her natural pouting lips and long blond hair.
It shows her pretty, youthful round face.
A button nose with a pair of wide, deep blue eyes that shine clear even on a day like today.
She looked stunned when she heard the car screech to a halt behind her, but as soon as I got out and approached her, it was pretty clear both of our eyes were checking the other out.
It’s nature.
When the alpha male spots his mate, he’ll do a helluva lot more than squeak a few tires and throw up some dust.
He’ll stake his claim, letting the whole world know that he’s got a very special delivery for her fine body.
Those hips…
Fuck! I could bend her right over the hood of this rental and fill her with my seed right now.
Her mom might not agree with everything I’m thinking about when it comes to her daughter, but Jacinta is all that matters now.
And before long it feels like the whole diner has come out to see what all the commotion is about.
But a few awkward words of introduction and with no real harm done, I’m walking into the diner with my hand on Jacinta’s back.
Showing the world, she’s mine now.
And anyone who gets in the way or thinks they have designs on her?
Well, I’d pity whoever challenged me right now.
This feeling she’s provoked in my chest.
This fucking hard on she’s caused…
I could take on the whole world right now.
Suddenly redeveloping a sleepy little town seems tedious compared to what I can already see Jacinta has in her own portfolio.
Despite my slightly dramatic entrance, apart from a few long stares and a low whistle, the diner resumes its sleepy vibe quickly.
Jacinta’s mom introduces herself again, pointing to her name tag.
“Adelle,” she says, creasing a smile. Not forgetting her promise of free pie either, and cutting me a huge chunk and pouring some coffee I’m officially welcomed to Cherry.
I can feel Jacinta hovering nervously while her mom stares at me intently as I eat.
The pie’s okay, but my eyes soon settle on the one thing I know is my latest obsession.
Her daughter, Jacinta.
“You look familiar somehow,” Adelle says, clicking her tongue when she’s called away, leaving me alone with Jacinta.
“You like it?” Jacinta asks in a soft voice, joining me by taking the stool beside me.
I let out a low growl of satisfaction, not even aware of the pie I’m munching on when she’s so close.
The only thing I wanna taste right now is her pie in my mouth.
All over my body until I’ve split her little pie crust, filling her with my fat cock.
“It’s pretty good,” I eventually grunt, making a point of holding the tiny plate in one hand and running my tongue across it for Jacinta’s benefit.
I’m a big guy.
Big hands.
Big tongue.
You get the picture.
I watch her body shudder, and feel a deep and very satisfying pulse of pleasure that I have her so captivated.
My length is pressing hard against my zipper, straining to get free in search of what it knows it wants.
Knows what she needs.
I’ve never been much of a dirty talker and thinker, but there’s something about her that just turns me into a fucking Neanderthal.
All I want is less talk and way more action, but the civilized, forty year old professional part of me knows it’s not so easy.
I need to stalk my prey a little. Find out more before I pounce.
And I just hope Jacinta is the pouncing type too.
“You visiting someone in Cherry or just passing through?” she asks, recovering from her own little moment after watching me lick the plate like it’s her sweet little slit.
Catching me off guard a little, I have to arrange my thoughts.
I take a thoughtful sip of the pretty bad coffee as I nod in feigned appreciation.
“I was thinking of staying a few days,” I tell her, noticing the relief in her eyes.