31. Spiraling #2
I stopped and called back, “What, Dad?”
He hooked his finger for me to come to him.
Jogging over to him, I hooked my thumb behind me toward the house. “I’m in a hurry. What is it?”
He lifted his chin. “Heard you’re heading to Mainview tonight. That true?”
I nodded, knowing my brothers must have told him.
“The deer are pretty thick on that road after dark this time of year. Take it slow,” he advised. “And be a gentleman.”
Swallowing hard, I understood Dad’s double meaning. “Yes, sir.”
When he gave me a nod, I took off for the house and showered with a new shower gel I bought online a few days ago.
I hadn’t tried since it came, but I hoped it would cover the inevitable sweat smell that everyone faced this time of year.
After I trimmed my beard, plucked my nose hairs, and cleaned my ears, I put on an undershirt to absorb the sweat and then quickly buttoned up a fresh collared shirt.
With the heat the way it was I rolled up the long sleeves and left the collar open. O’Maras didn’t require ties.
After I tucked my shirt into a pair of black slacks, I finished it off with a black, leather belt.
It killed me to put on socks and shoes again, but I did it.
I already felt a trickle of sweat down the middle of my back.
Hopefully, the undershirt would catch all of that so it didn’t soak through my nice shirt.
While our house had air conditioning, Dad kept the house at eighty-five degrees during the day since we were rarely in the house.
He only turned it down after we were in for the night to help us sleep.
Outside now, it was ninety-nine degrees with a heat index around one hundred ten plus humidity that was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
As I strode to my truck, I was afraid my brothers would pull some sort of prank, but Dad kept them too busy.
Before I left the farm, I drove to the pond where I used my pocket knife to collect a bundle of lavender.
With the twine I kept in my truck, I tied them to make her a bouquet.
It wasn’t much, but I knew she’d love them.
By the time I reached the downtown, it was midweek before the Summer Festival when the organizers were out hanging decorations all over for this weekend. I had to park across the street from the Litchfield Inn because there were so many trucks parked in their spaces.
Buck waved. “Hey, give me a hand with this, will you?”
“Do I look dressed for work to you?” I asked, squinting up at him on his ladder with a hand shielding my eyes.
He focused on me with a smirk. “Reckon you don’t. I’ll take your doggie bag from O’Mara’s when you get back.”
“Damn social media page,” I muttered while he hooted and hollered after me.
Buck was one of the volunteer firefighters in town, and usually a decent guy from high school, but today, he was a giant pain in the ass.
Once I reached Maggie’s door, nerves felt like wasps in my gut. She already agreed to this, I think. She hadn’t really said yes, now that I thought about it. Would I knock and find she’d changed her mind?
Before I could touch the door, it opened. Maggie stood there in a light blue dress with a little white shawl in her hand along with a white handbag. Soaking in the sight of her shapely legs and the soft swells of her breasts beneath the thin fabric, I forgot to breathe.
She gestured at herself. “Is this okay? It’s so hot and wasn’t sure what to wear to O’Mara’s these days.”
Remembering the flowers in my hand, I shoved them at her. “You look great, Mags.”
Maggie’s face brightened as she held them close. “They’re my favorites.” She glanced up at me. “Thank you.”
I held the door open as she went inside to place them in some water. She set the makeshift vase on the table just inside the door before stepping outside.
With my hand on her back to guide her around the men hanging decorations who were starting to descend, I quickly navigated her toward my truck.
By the time we reached the tall truck door, I shielded her while she hopped up in the short dress.
I was no fool; I knew the other men were looking.
She was damn gorgeous in this dress, but I wasn’t sharing her.
The men hanging decorations were shouting to us, so I skillfully acknowledged them with a middle finger hidden from her view as I climbed up into the truck, and we roared off to Mainview.
Maggie watched out the window. “So, they started decorating. Does that mean the festival is this weekend?”
I grunted my reply. Having to shield her from the men meant I was the one that saw the flash of her lacy white panties under that short dress.
I knew what was hidden there, and right now, my hunger was for her more than food.
Somehow, though, I needed to keep my head in the game.
One afternoon without her and I was a goddamn mess.
That must have been why my hand fell from the steering wheel and crept over to her thigh. It’s not like her dress was indecent. It wasn’t, but the hem rode up higher in the truck than where it rested when she stood.
I managed to swallow the extra saliva gathering in my mouth. There was no way I could keep my hands off this woman.
Reaching my pinkie finger under her dress, I heard her gasp when I grazed the lace of her panties.
My cock thickened in my pants, but at least these were more forgiving than my jeans.
She immediately opened her legs for me, angling toward me, so despite averting her eyes out the window, I knew she didn’t want me to stop.
“Hungry?” I asked, trying to make conversation.
“Mmm,” was all she said in reply, or it could have been in response to the little circles I was rubbing on her panties. A dampness came through the fabric, making my breathing erratic.
Thing was that Deputy Connor was still out here working.
As much as I wanted to find a backroad to park at with Maggie, ravishing her to show her how much I liked her dress, he would be out here waiting for me to stop with her.
He’d do it just to screw with me or force me to get to the restaurant and talk.
What was with everyone and talking? Our bodies knew what we needed more than our damn brains. I told her with every kiss how much I wanted her, and with every thrust how much I wanted to make her mine, didn’t I?
As I took the turn onto the highway, I focused on driving. Just driving. And that little circle I traced on the soft lace of her panties. Now wet. Fuck me.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the soft touch to my cock. My eyes flew to her face.
She shook her head as she unlatched her belt to move to the center of the bench seat. “You focus on the road while I focus on you. No touching my hair, though. It has to look perfect when we get there. And you have to get us there safely. Think you can do that, Paul?”
The nod I gave conveyed far more confidence than I had, but I wanted to experience whatever she had in mind. She quickly buckled herself into the middle part of the seat, then resumed stroking my shaft.