AlexMy nails scored his back, digging in as I moved down to squeeze his firm ass, pulling him deeper inside me with every thrust. The sound of our ragged breathing filled the small kitchen. I let myself tumble into the world of lust and uninhibited desire. I gave over to the need spurring me toward an orgasm I knew would rock my world.He pulled me off the counter, my legs wrapping around him as he held me close. My breasts pushed against his hard chest. I writhed over him, sliding against him and taking him deeper inside me.“I need more,” I breathed. “Please.”He lifted me off his dick, dropping me to my feet before spinning me around. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as one of his big hands spanned the width of my lower back. He gently pushed, silently ordering me to bend forward. He flipped the skirt of my dress up, one hand still against my back, his other hand caressing over my ass before moving down the back of my thigh.I shuddered under the gentle touch. His hand mov
DamionLife was good. I wasn’t nearly as lonely as I had been a week ago. It was strange. I didn’t talk to Alex all that much, but knowing she was in the same state made a huge difference. We texted off and on throughout the day. Nothing deep or incredibly personal, but it was nice to know she was around. It made a world of difference in my attitude.I was smiling as I swung the hammer, driving the nail into the strip of wood I was using to fix the hole in the barn. I had taken off my shirt some time ago. The barn was hot as hell and I had been sweating like a damn pig. As soon as I got back from picking up Oliver, I was ordering a giant fan to put in the barn. I imagined a long, hot summer working in the barn and did not look forward to busting my ass in the heat. I needed some of the creature comforts I had grown accustomed to during my time in the city.I heard a truck coming and immediately knew it was her. With the hammer still in my hand, I walked out of the barn to see her jump
DamionI was going to be taking a very cold shower. Together, we walked inside. I left her in the living room before heading for the shower. I was thrilled she had stopped by and invited us to hang out. I wasn’t sure where we stood and was almost afraid to ask her to dinner or over to hang out. I didn’t want to risk her fleeing the state again.I quickly showered, rinsing away the sweat and dirt before dressing in a pair of casual khakis and a clean black tee. When I walked into the living room, she was staring at the picture of me and my grandfather from graduation. Oliver had insisted we keep it in the living room.“I’m ready.”“You haven’t aged all that much,” she commented.I laughed. “Besides the salt and pepper thing I’ve got going on?”She grinned. “It’s dashing. It makes you look wise and debonair.”“You mean old. It makes me look old.”Her laughter made me smile. “I guess I have a thing for old guys.”“Thanks,” I muttered. “We’ll take my car, if you don’t mind. It already has
AlexI hopped in his car after leaving my truck at my house. Damion would drop me off at home after we were finished at the fair. I liked the no pressure approach. If I went back to his place, things could get sticky—literally. I didn’t think either of us was quite ready to explain what we were doing to Oliver. I didn’t want to commit to anything and I had a feeling he wasn’t quite ready for that kind of commitment either.It was best if we took things slow and easy. I liked the casual fun we were having and didn’t want to try and make things out to be more than they were. Slow. That was the key. It was like playing a game of chess with myself. I didn’t want to cut and run again.“You can park back here,” I told Damion.“Holy shit,” he breathed. “This many people live around here?”I laughed. “When you live in this area with limited things to do, this carnival is a big draw. Everyone from the county shows up. You should be here when the fair comes to town. That is a really wild time.”
AlexI looked at Damion. “You’ve never told him much about your life here, did you?”He shrugged a shoulder. “It didn’t exactly come up a lot. Besides, he wouldn’t have understood it. He didn’t know about this life. He only knew New York.”That made me kind of sad for some reason. It was as if Damion had left Montana behind and never looked back. I wondered if he really liked being home or if he was forcing himself to stay out of obligation. “And now?” I asked.He shrugged. “And now I’m filling him in on bits and pieces of my childhood.”I nodded, but I suddenly got the feeling there was something else going on. Like he was reserving judgment for later. Like he wasn’t really buying into the idea of Oliver growing up in Montana and experiencing those same things. Maybe I was reading too much into it. I shook off the feelings, chalking it up to my own problems and worries he was going to leave.“How was school today?” I asked Oliver, steering the conversation back to the present.Oliver
DamionI woke up a little later than usual. For a brief moment, I had forgotten where I was. I had been having a very good dream about Alex. My dick was still hard. I reached between my legs, adjusting things and attempting to ease the pressure. I went to sleep with her on my mind and woke up every morning hard and thinking about her. Damn if I wasn’t addicted to her sweet body.I got up and slipped on some jeans and my work boots before pulling on a hoodie and heading out to do my morning chores. It was becoming easier, and I had fallen into a routine, but those early mornings could still be a real bitch. I wasn’t sure I was fully committed to rising with the sun every morning. What would it be like if I had a warm body—not just any body, but Alex’s body—in my bed? I couldn’t imagine myself getting up and walking outside in the chill of the morning to feed horses.Oliver was talking about getting animals, which would only increase the time it took to go through the morning routine. W
DamionOnce home, Oliver went inside to pack us a lunch for our fishing trip. I was still stuffed from breakfast, but he needed something to do, and it would keep him occupied while I dug through the fishing gear that was probably older than I was.I pulled out what I could find. I was not impressed. I found my old tackle box from twenty years ago and carried it outside to rummage through it. “Gross,” I muttered, finding an old carton of what had been worms at one point.I was busy trying to untangle fishing line without getting a hook caught in my thumb when Oliver came outside to see what I was doing. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to an old pack of hooks that were yellowed and faded.“Hooks. For the poles.”He scrunched up his nose, taking in the assortment of what could only be seen as garbage. “How old is that?”I shrugged. “I don’t know, probably fifty years or so. Most of this is Grandpa’s. I used to use it, but I’m not sure about this reel.”He let out a big sigh. “How are
AlexOliver meandered out onto the dock, Damion’s watchful eye on him. The fishing hadn’t been quite as exciting as Oliver had obviously thought it was going to be. He’d grown bored after thirty minutes and began throwing rocks into the lake. That wasn’t exactly conducive to actual fishing.“He’s a really good boy,” I commented.“Yes, he is.”“I guess the fishing thing isn’t for him.”He laughed. “It’s probably going to be one of those things that he has to warm up to.”Oliver sat down on the dock, swinging his legs back and forth. Where he was sitting was over the dry land. “He needs more stimulation. He’s smart.”Damion nodded. “Yes. He loves constant input. He likes to read and watch television at the same time. Fishing is probably something he will appreciate when he gets older and needs to shut off his brain.”“I agree. Fishing is one of those things that you can do and not think about it. Then again, that can be a bad thing because your brain thinks about everything else.”“You