Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Sabrina
B ooker’s heavy body comes down over mine as my eyes flutter open. I’m pinned beneath him, and my body hums with happiness. A tingle radiates across my skin, and never in my life have I felt this way before. I’m as light as a cloud, and the only thing keeping me grounded is him.
“You’re going to take more of me, little star. Aren’t you? My sweet little star.” That's not really a question, which for some reason makes it that much hotter. I love the idea of Booker taking over. I can relinquish control and allow him to guide things. He’s going to let me forget about everything else and stay in this moment with him.
“Booker,” I gasp as he pushes the head of his cock into my entrance. My hands fly to his shoulders as he stretches me open. Holy crap, how big is he? There is a slight burn that has my sex clenching around him. He’ll never be able to fit all of it.
“Oh, fuck. I’ll have to fight my way in. And you're going to lie there and let me.” He grits his teeth, a battle raging inside of him.
“I think I’d let you do anything to me.” The words are whispered, but it’s a truthful confession. Booker is all-consuming, and I won’t deny him anything.
He lets out a curse, and I feel warmth bloom inside of me as he groans. I watch pleasure and satisfaction cross over his handsome face. Did he cum? No, he can’t have. He was barely inside of me.
I open my mouth to ask, but I don’t get the chance before the doorbell rings.
“Oh gosh.” I wiggle, pushing at his chest, not wanting anyone to see me naked.
“Shit, be still,” he says, but it’s too late.
“Booker!” I yelp as his cock slips in deeper and a sharp pain shoots through my sex.
The doorbell goes off again, and then there’s heavy knocking. This can’t be happening. The magic that was around us while we’d been lost in each other slips away.
“Don’t move that curvy ass of yours,” Booker orders before he’s pulling out of me and getting up.
I watch as he shoves his hard cock back into his jeans, and I realize he’s still fully dressed. Yet somehow I’m not completely naked. I’m honestly not sure how that happened, but when Booker touches me, I forget everything.
“Do you hear me?” he asks even as the doorbell goes off again and the knocking gets louder. “Shit,” Booker growls before heading out of the room, and I don’t get a chance to answer him.
The second he’s gone, the warmth goes with him and a chill settles over my skin. I sit there for a moment before the realization dawns on me that I'm naked, and there's someone at the front door that’s not too far away. With only a few steps, they would be able to see me lying here.
That’s the last thing I need. The gossip would spread through town like wildfire, and I can already picture the assumptions people would make. Booker would come off scot-free because that’s how these things always go.
When I hear a feminine voice, I scurry to grab my clothes. Who the hell is at his front door? I thought it was one of his many ranch workers that was having an emergency. I assumed something was wrong for the person on the other side of the door to be so persistent. I never thought of it being another woman.
Oh god, what if he does have another woman! I haven’t heard anything around town, but I didn’t know Booker was into me either. He’s always a discreet man, but he could be having secret affairs all over Mittenville. I suppress the emotions that arise from that thought. I can’t go there. Not now. I’ll deal with that when I’m alone because I’m not going to make a fool out of myself in front of anyone.
Quickly, I find my clothes and use my panties to clean myself up. I pause when I see a tinge of blood on the cotton. That was the sharp pain I’d felt. Booker took my virginity. The blood is mixed with his cum, but I can’t think about the consequences of that right now. I wiggle into my jeans, and when I'm standing, I feel it begin to slide out of me.
That was the warmth that bloomed between us, and I can’t believe he would be so reckless. I may have been a virgin, but I’m aware of the importance of using condoms. Is this how he is with every woman? Does he always have unprotected sex? My stomach turns. One of those women could be at his front door right now.
What is wrong with me? How did I let things go that far? I snap the button of my jeans before grabbing my boots and the rest of my clothes. When I’m dressed, I spot my phone on the floor. It must have fallen out of my back pocket at some point. I see a missed call and a few texts, but there are only a few people who would call me.
I check the messages and see one is from Reba letting me know my grandpa had fallen down but that he’s okay. Reba was formerly employed by my grandparents and lived in the guest house. She and my grandpa were friends, so after everyone was laid off, he let her stay there and work elsewhere during the day.
When I’m not home, Reba will look in on him since she’s so close. He does fine on his own, but he can become confused at times and forgetful. I’m thankful for her help, but I know I only have her for a little bit longer since the house went up for auction and sold.
The house really is too big for the two of us anyway. Grandpa and I stick to a few rooms, and we sealed up the rest. It’s easier to maintain that way.
Our move-out date is looming over my head, and I’ve yet to find us somewhere new to live. The retail market isn’t booming in Mittenville. Not to mention most of the town loathes me because of my last name. They aren’t jumping to rent me anything. It’s why I’ve been debating staying in Mittenville because it might not actually be an option.
“Booker,” I hear the woman say, followed by laughter. “It’s fine.” The voice sounds like it’s drawing closer, and I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. There’s nowhere for me to go.
“I didn’t invite you in. I’ve got company,” Booker responds. The female voice sounds familiar, and the second I place it, Mary Beth comes into view. Booker grabs her arm to stop her as Mary Beth and I lock eyes.
“Oh my.” Mary Beth’s hand goes to her mouth.
Booker releases her arm because it’s too late. There won’t be any stopping her now. Everyone in Mittenville will know about this.
Booker’s eyes roam up and down my body, and his annoyance is clear. Is it directed toward me or Mary Beth?
"Is this the person you've hired to decorate the barn?" Mary Beth asks. Her whole face scrunches, and I don’t miss that she can't even bother to say my name.
“It’s none of your business who I hired.” Booker’s voice is low and scary.
“Of course it’s important. I’m sure she doesn’t have the skill set for such a large task.” Ouch. I’m not sure that she is wrong, but it still stings.
“Actually, I need to go,” I cut in, not wanting to do this right now...or ever.
“Sabrina…” Booker starts to speak, but I hold up my phone.
“My grandpa needs me,” I say and give him a tight smile.
I don’t want to leave them alone, but I also can’t stand here and let her spew her venom at me. And I don’t need her to point out all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this to Booker. Or why the two of us don’t work. I can do that all on my own.
“Well, you don’t worry about any of this.” Mary Beth smirks. “I’ll make sure this is handled.”
“Good night.” I force another smile as I slip by.
“Sabrina,” Booker tries again.
“I really have to get home,” I repeat before I take off, not letting myself look back. No matter how much I want to, I refuse to look back.