8. Vince
8
VINCE
I let myself back into Daryl’s basement as the sun’s coming up, and fall into his guest bed, exhausted.
With no fucking regrets about getting up at ridiculous o’clock, to talk with Frederica. I stretched and pleasured the fuck out of her so well she could barely stand afterward. I left her snuggled in my shirt while I tidied the bakery and did her dishes, so she could start her next batch of bread feeling more refreshed.
She thanked me with baked goods and a kiss that started out sweet but ended with her back on the table, screaming my name, while I tongued-fucked her juicy pussy and stretched her some more.
She’ll need some time to recover over the next few days, but with a bit more training, I’m now positive she’ll be able to take my cock. The idea is so fantastic, I couldn’t keep from fucking myself on the way back to Daryl’s in the dark. I came in his front hedge before dawn, while I imagined shooting the load into my angel’s gorgeous, chubby, fertile cunt .
I’m in love, and Fred’s gorgeous little body is going to be a perfect fit. It’s everything I’ve wished for, and nothing’s going to stop me from this dream come true. I’m all in. I’m moving to town and making her mine.
I close my eyes and drift toward sleep with a smile on my face.
Until the door flies open and Daryl leaps onto my bed and bounces like a maniac, the way he has every morning since I arrived.
“ It’s morning. Get up. It’s a new day, and you didn’t die in your sleep.”
I pull a pillow over my head. “Every fucking day, Daz? What’s wrong with you? You’re going to break the bed.”
“At our age, we have to see each day as a blessing,” he says, still jumping.
“We’re not that old.” I swat at him, but he leaps to the other side of the bed, out of reach.
“We. Will. Be. Soon,” he says between jumps, getting short of breath now.
I throw the nearest cushion at him. “You need to work on your fitness.”
He grins. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“Getting dangerously close to death.” I show him my balled fists. “I just got in from seeing Fred. Would you kindly leave, so I can fucking dream about her?”
He stops jumping, and the springy mattress slowly bounces to a settled state.
“You did?” he asks.
“Yes.” I reach behind me for another pillow and pull it over my crotch area as I tent the blanket with my swelling cock.
Daryl gives me a wary side look. “Don’t go having the kind of dreams that’ll get my guest bed wet. I doubt my next guest will appreciate it.”
“Don’t be gross.”
“Gross? I already have to burn the sheets because you insist on sleeping naked, like a giant baby. I’m only asking you not to soil the mattress, too.”
I roll my eyes. “I sleep hot, and I bring and launder my own fucking linens, so I don’t have to suffer your trashy, synthetic bedding. Also, your next guest will be me. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon, but I’m coming back. Hopefully for good.”
He jumps to the floor, and then climbs onto the foot of the bed, to sit cross-legged and study me. “Seriously?” He grins, quickly straightens his face for all of half a second and then grins again. “We get to hang out more? And not just when you take fake holidays so you get enough quiet time to figure out mystery shit?” He glances at the stack of reading materials and files on my nightstand.
I nod and look at the case I need to wrap up. “Yeah. I’m thinking of retiring from investigation work and getting back to my mountain roots. My soul has worn thin fighting the dark side, and I miss the simplicity of a country lifestyle. Earthy, outdoor work is hard but rewarding in a way that sustains the soul, you know?”
“You sound like a hippy.”
“If a hippy is a person whose views are alternative when compared to mainstream conventions, then technically, all of our friends are hippies, and so are we. We all grew up in nature’s wilds, and we all enjoy doing things in our own unorthodox ways.”
“You make an interesting point. Follow-up question.” He raises a finger to correct himself. “ Questions . How will you earn money? And where will you live? You’ll cramp my style before too long, and I have renovations to do.”
This is the first I’ve heard of it. “You do?”
He gestures around the room I’ve been using. “I’m turning this into a sex room.” His face is deadpan, and I can’t tell if he’s serious. “With a secret entrance.”
“For whom? Cadence Malone? ” I tease.
He launches himself on top of me, and gets in a sneaky jab, before I get him in a headlock and attack his scalp with a noogie. I threaten to shove his face under the covers to meet my ass, but after searching his livid face, I promptly stop torturing the poor man. “Oh my God. It is for her?”
I let him up, and he straightens his hair while giving me a sour look. “Don’t fuck with me about this, Vincent.”
I hold up my palms. “I won’t. I’m just surprised. You’re…”
“I know.” He sighs and hangs his head. “She’s the town’s revered and protected virginal treasure, and I’m the lecherous, gadabout hound who fucks asses — like ass-play is a damned crime, and I’m a known villain — but I fucking love the girl. We have a connection .”
“We’re talking about the librarian with the upright posture, long skirts, long sleeves, and high necklines, right? ”
“It’s what’s underneath that counts,” Daryl mutters with a smirk.
“Yeah, but she dresses like a nun, and not one who joined a convent to repent after living too wildly. She looks like the type who chose the path from birth and doesn’t dare stray from it.”
He sighs again. “I know . It’s too much to ask, for us to end up together, but a man can dream. Can’t he?”
“So this sex room… It’s a build it, and she will come kind of thing?”
He snorts, and then groans and flops onto the foot of the bed. “I wish the rest of the people in this town would either fuck off or give me a chance. Honestly, you accidentally nail one gossip around here, and your dating life is destroyed. I’ve had to travel for sex for months — I tapped out the surrounding towns weeks ago. If I could move, I would.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because Cady’s here, and she can’t move.” He throws his arm over his eyes in a dramatic fashion.
“You’ve got it bad, huh?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, and I wish I never told you her name.” He lifts his arm and fixes me with a hard glare. “Promise me you won’t mention it to anyone, ever .”
I draw an X over my heart. “Maybe I can help? When I move to town, I can sing your praises.”
He shakes his head. “You know, some adventurous and fun-loving women around here once sang my praises — before I was outed for having… extra-vaginal-ar interests. Now those women are forced to walk in shame. One turned into a fucking hermit .” He rolls over, to face me properly. “You can’t go around telling people how awesome I am, or they’ll think I fucked you in the ass, too. Just leave it alone.” He gestures for me to sweep his issues away. “Tell me about your plans for the babymaker.”
“My plans? It’s more like I’m going on a gut feeling and flying by the seat of my pants, Daz.”
He doesn’t bat an eyelash. “Sounds like you. And?”
“I’m going to move here, live off the land, fuck my pretty little hippy-mama a gazillion times, make her a dozen more babies, and die happy, surrounded by love.”
“Solid plan,” he says, but he doesn’t sound convinced. “Is that what she asked you to do? Has she seen the size of your cock?”
“She’s seen it. And after a few more prep sessions like today’s, she’ll be up to the task of taking it.”
“Taking it… to court, for assault and battery? She’s tiny.” His tone is so serious, I squint at him.
I can’t tell if he’s joking.
“Taking it in her… baby-maker. She’s surprisingly supple.” My cheeks grow warm, and I avoid his gaze. “Subject change, please. She’s my future wife.”
“Are you sure she’s on the same page, buddy? You’ve had your heart broken a lot, and the love bug seems to have bitten you particularly bad this time. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, you’ve only known the girl a few days. I forbid you from telling her you love her or asking her to marry you for at least a week.” He laughs to himself, and then frowns. “Is she even the marrying type?” he asks. “I don’t really know her, but then again, no man does unless they’re dying or gay.”
His expression turns thoughtful. “She’s perpetually single, but it’s not for a lack of the local riff-raff approaching her, Vince. She’s turned down more dick than you’ve had donuts. Well, it’s not a big town, so that’s probably not an accurate comparison. My point is she’s obviously got criteria, but commitment doesn’t seem to be on it. What are her mom’s views about coupledom? She’s single too. Maybe they don’t believe in marriage.”
“I wasn’t going to propose to her today .” I rub at the sudden stress-ache in my brow. “And Fred approached me,” I remind him. “I’m not terminal or gay.”
Daryl nods. “You are a stranger though. Passing through.”
I shake my head. “I just told you, I’m moving here.”
“Did she know that before she let you start your prep-work for breeding her?”
The question gives me pause. “No.”
Daryl pats the blankets on my leg. “Then maybe don’t go rushing into marriage talk until you’ve done some more homework, Mr. Investigator.”
I nod. “Good idea. Thank you.”
“Yeah, well, love is blind, but don’t worry. I’m looking out for you.”
I lean forward and pat his head. “You make a good seeing-eye dog.”
He bites me, and I smack him with the nearest pillow, until he wrestles it away from me.
“You want me to return the favor?” I pull a feather from my mouth. “See if something can be done for your library situation?”
He tosses the pillow away, picks up the nearby chair, and raises it over his head in a threat, flashing his eyes at me in warning. “Don’t get involved.”
I raise my hands in surrender. “I’ll leave it for now. But I’d like to see you in love and happy, instead of in love and miserable.”
“I’m not miserable. You’re miserable. Shut up.” He shoves the chair back by the small desk. “And I don’t need a giant, indiscreet wingman. I’m surprised you’ve had any success in keeping your investigations private. You’re very fucking noticeable.”
“Well, it’s not like I don’t try my best to blend in, Daryl. Why do you think I wear black and sit in the dark so much? I can’t hide how big I am, but… sometimes it works in my favor.”
“Well, not here. You stick out like a sore thumb. You should prepare yourself for the whispers and rumors that will crop up once you move here. These aren’t imaginative people, so they’ll be size-related. If you breed that tiny hippy, everyone will know she fucked a giant.”
“Good. They’ll understand she’s mine. People are scared of giants and tend not to fuck with their shit.”
“Apart from magic-bean buyers called Jack ,” he says with a chuckle as he launches himself onto the bed again, to stare down at me. He bounces on the bed a few more times, before heading for the door. He lingers there.
“What is it, Daryl?”
“Did you like it?” He avoids my eyes and appears to inspect the paintwork on his doorframe .
“Like what?” I know I’ll be annoyed by the answer.
He rolls his eyes. “Come on , Vince. You’ve got a monster sweet-tooth and a major hard-on for curves. Fred’s been fucking stacked in the chest department for years on end, with all the babies she’s been feeding. You opted out of taste-testing Ben’s milkmaid, so I couldn’t compare notes with you before, but I guarantee you’d suck Fred’s tits, given half a chance. So, did Miss Organic let you sample her wares?”
My mouth waters at the memory of suckling at her breasts. She fucking loved it as much as I did. I clear my throat and give him a flat look. “No comment.”
What else can I say? Definitely not, I can’t wait to drink from her while she’s riding my cock .
“Fine. Don’t tell me it was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Just tell me one thing.” He grins. “Are you going to do it again?”
I cover my erection as well as possible, but it’s not exactly inconspicuous. “No comment.”
He winks. “Nuff said.”