Chapter 17 Lucy
I’m close, so fucking close I could scream, but he doesn’t let me cum, instead he pulls out, leaving me empty and whining. I’ve never made that sound before, never felt so worshiped before.
I can’t see his face, it’s dark, the lights turned down too low. But fuck, I can feel him. His hands, his lips, teeth, the hair on his face as he buries his mouth between my thighs. The roughness with which he devours me.
His tongue moves as if he knows every spot that makes my back arch and my toes curl. My leg muscles tense in anticipation, I’m right there, ready to fall apart on this man’s tongue, and yet he pulls away.
Eyes the darkest of blue meet mine and I gasp.
Shooting up from bed, I grab at my chest. It felt so real. The rooster Briar fought so hard for last month crows outside my window.
That bastard.
My sweats are soaked through, sheets bunched in places and there’s an ache between my thighs I’m not sure I’ll be able to put out.
Seeing Reese’s eyes in my dreams is surprising since I shouldn’t want anything to do with him, and yet here I am contemplating if my dreams have any real value.
Maybe I should get to know him. After all, if I can’t trust myself, who the hell can I trust?
I’m a wreck.
I can hear Mawmaw shuffling downstairs, probably making breakfast like she always does, even when she opens the diner like today. She’ll have to be in soon though and since summer’s on its way, I should be going with her.
More desserts means more customers, everyone loves something sweet after a rodeo. Especially cowboys in my experience, must be all the energy they burn.
I can’t go downstairs pent up like this, hell, I’m not even sure I can get out of bed. Need swirls low in my belly, and if I don’t handle this, I might do something stupid.
Like falling into bed with Reese Walker.
After this morning, I’m feeling pretty good about work, not only because we’ve been filled to the brim from open to close, but because I’ve gotten to stay in the kitchen and bake.
Of course I had to cook a bit too, but for the most part I’ve gotten to bake all the things that make the diner smell like sugar.
I’m cutting the caramel apple crumb cake into slices for individual sale, when Indy crashes through the back door. “Buttercup! I need sugar, stat!”
Swiping one of the slices, she inhales the cake without garnish. Not that she would appreciate it anyway.
“God, it smells so good back here, this is delicious,” she rambles with her mouth full of sugary goodness. I’m jealous, I haven’t even gotten to try it yet.
“You’re welcome,” I grumble, placing my hands on my hips and facing her fully.
She stops, fork filled with spongey spiced cake, and cooked apple filling. “What?”
“What are you doing here, Goose?” I ask, knowing she’s either running from responsibilities, or a woman. But, since I’ve heard nothing about a woman who’s piqued her interest lately, I’m going with the former.
“A girl can’t come see her bestie? I was due for a sugar fix.” Her eyes dart around the kitchen looking everywhere but at me.
“I can read you like a book, so spill.” Waggling my finger toward her she sighs and looks at her now empty plate.
“It’s the ranch,” she huffs. “Well, the camp really.”
I usually let her talk it out at her own pace, and since I’ve got three more cakes to slice, I’m not going anywhere anyway. “Mhmm,” I encourage, focusing back on the cakes.
When I look up I catch her shaking her head but don’t mention it.
“Spit it out, you know I won’t judge.”
“Ma says the camp won’t turn a dime this year, but it usually doesn’t. Only makin’ enough to pay the counselors and feed the horses,” she’s leaning on her hand, elbow resting on the silver table. “She said we’ll have to close. The camp’s been around forever, we can’t just shut it down.”
“I’m sure y’all can find a way to keep it going, I can help too,” I tell her.
Sometimes Indy has a tendency to be dramatic.
So I’ll have to fact check with her Mother.
Mama Turner is one of the best people I know, so if she says the camp won’t be able to break even this year, much less turn a profit, I’ll believe it.
“Maybe the diner could do a fundraiser for the camp? Something fun like a bake sale maybe, or even somethin’ bigger?
” I can’t think of anything this town loves more than baked goods and its people, so a bake sale should help because I know horses take up a lot of money in feed.
This town will come together for its own, we always do.
“Wait, how much honey do you think you’ll yield this year? ”
I know she’s been working hard on her bee’s, it’s all she talks about sometimes. Just the mention of them, and she’s smiling like a fool.
Her eyes light up as she replies, “I think I’ll get enough to join you at the market for the rest of the year, harvesting is coming up and I’ve got more than enough combs to go through,” her shoulders relax and she squints. “You’re a genius Lucy Tritt.”
Winking, I have her help me slice the rest of the cakes and think about what else the diner could do to help. The Turner family Dude Ranch is a special place for kids, I’ll help in any way I can to see it thrive.