Chasing Lustre, page 5
“I can handle your truck just as well as I handle your cock. You certainly found me capable last night,” I tease, darting forward for a quick hug. His scent envelopes me, and his warmth burns that creep’s touch away. There’s no room for anything but the deep sense of belonging when I’m in his arms.
“You can handle anything, Trouble,” he whispers against my hair before dropping a kiss on my head, making everything right with the world.
Sirens sound in the distance, and my mouth goes dry. With a squeeze, I release Murphy and spin to grab the car door handle. He quickly boosts me into the cab.
“Time to fly,” I shout with a cheesy grin as he makes his way around the car and jumps behind the wheel.
Chapter Ten
Murphy
Adrenaline pushes through my veins, making my heart pound and my mind whirl. Some piece of filth touched my girl. The cops. Running away.
What the fuck is going on?
This is the shit that happens when I leave my mountain behind. Sweetheart Falls is not only my sanctuary but my salvation as well. The farther I go from the serenity, the more my anger issues come back, the more danger I pose to the people around me. The military turned me into a finely honed weapon, capable of killing with my bare hands, and when I lose control of my temper, I’m lethal.
Clenching my jaw, I try to keep my eyes on the road, but they keep straying over to the little blond bombshell beside me. Her hair is wild, but other than that, she seems unharmed, but worry worms its way into my gut. Is she afraid of me?
I almost beat a man to death—yeah, the world would likely be a better place without him—but my control snapped, and it would be a normal reaction to worry about being alone with a monster like me.
She turns my way, and I hold my breath, waiting for her to ask me to drop her at the next exit or for her to tuck herself away in the corner defensively. I wish there were something I could do to reassure her.
“You okay?” she asks, shocking the shit out of me. I was expecting condemnation, but instead, she’s giving me concern. Blyth never does what’s expected—and hell if I don’t like that about her…a lot.
“I should be asking you that,” I grunt, and she waves it off with a smile.
“I’m fine. All he did was grope my butt. Plus, I had worse happen during an ill-fated stint as a waitress,” she shares. “You got there before anything happened. I’m all good. Just hope the cops arrest him. Maybe I should email them about it… that way they hold him. I’m happy to go back there and make a statement after the wedding. But wedding first.”
Toying with her hair, Blyth rambles on, considering all her options, and I keep quiet. Waiting for her to realize how close I was to killing that piece of shit, but she doesn’t, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief that she thinks I’m some kind of hero instead of an almost murderer. A better man would correct her, but I’m not a better man. This only solidified it. Blyth is mine…now all I need to do is convince her to come back to Sweetheart Falls after the wedding.
The button on my jeans snaps open, and it pulls me from my musings. Blyth bites her lip enticingly and swallows hard.
“Whatcha doing, Trouble?” I ask, my focus only half on the road now as my cock twitches to life. Her eyes glaze with lust, and fuck if I don’t want to fulfill her every desire. My eyes scan the area, looking for a safe place to pull off the road so I can slide into her tight little pussy, but the shoulder is way too narrow and there isn’t an exit in sight.
“Well, you see,” she says, slipping her hand down my lower abs. “Giving road head is on my sexual bucket list. And I want to taste you.”
My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard. Holy hell. This woman.
“You want me, Trouble? Want me deep in your throat as we fly down the road at 80 miles per hour?” Just saying the words has my cock harder than steel. Her hand slips into my pants, finding me hot, ready, and leaking.
The road is almost completely empty, and I consider her request. It’s wild and fun, just like her. Fuck it. Let’s be free together.
“Yesssss. I want it so bad. Need you to fill my belly with cum.” She rubs her legs together, clearly turned on by all the dirty talk. Making sure the cruise control is on, I plant my feet on the floor and lift my hips, helping her to tug my pants down around my thighs until my cock pops free.
The bench seat of the truck pushes back just enough that she can drop her head in my lap, between my body and the steering wheel. She unsnaps her seatbelt and slides onto her belly, propping herself up on elbows and knees. If someone drives by, I’m gonna need to run them off the road for seeing her this way.
This is a terrible idea.
But as soon as I open my mouth to mention stopping somewhere instead, Blyth dives for my cock, lapping around the head to gather the pre-cum beading there. Fuck. She licks me like her favorite lollypop before engulfing the tip with a moan. I grip the steering wheel, trying to keep us in the center of the lane while she slurps away.
My eyes dart to my side-view mirrors before flicking to the rear. Road’s still empty.
Fisting her hair, I pull Blyth off for a second and demand she pull her pants down. There’s no way I’m going to leave her needy and aching. She scrambles to comply, going so far as to pull her t-shirt up and push her bra cups down to bare her beautiful breasts to my hungry gaze.
Please don’t let there be any speed traps.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp, keeping one hand on the wheel while letting the other roam her smooth skin. “Now, take me all the way in. Show me you can be a good girl. Then I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until my seats are so wet that they’ll smell like your cunt forever.”
Moaning, Blyth drops back down and reaches for my cock, opening wide to fit my girth. Her warm, wet mouth feels incredible, and I can’t hold back my groan. Her silky hair tickles my legs as she slowly bobs up and down, taking me deeper with every rise and fall.
“That’s it, Trouble. You can take more,” I encourage, palming her heavy breast with one hand and rubbing my thumb over her rosy nipples. Incoherent noises of desire echo around the truck cab, and she doubles down, taking me in further with a wet slurp.
The other hand white knuckles the steering wheel, and I grip it for all I’m worth, keeping my eyes on the road even as they threaten to cross with pleasure.
It’s obscene as hell, and I can’t help but buck upward, thrusting into her mouth until my tip nudges the back of her throat. She gags, but when I go to back off, she grips my thigh hard, digging in her fingernails and forcing herself down again.
Saliva drips down my balls, and she bobs faster and faster. A blue minivan comes barreling up on my left, and I slide my hand over her back to keep her below eye level.
My heart beats harder. Thundering.
But they continue on.
Blyth moans, taking me all the way into her throat and swallowing around my length.
“Ahhhhh, fuck,” I cry and she moans around me. The vibrations send more sensations swirling. My legs shake as I try to hold back. Keep us safe. Don’t kick the pedals.
“Such a good cocksucker,” I praise, pinching her nipple as pleasure coils at the base of my spine. She moves faster and faster, bringing a hand into play to cup my heavy balls. The suction increases, and I gasp. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. She’s too damn good, too damn sexy, too damn perfect.
“Eyes on me,” I demand, and her blue orbs gaze up at me, adoration shining through with her lips taut around my cock. My focus flicks between the racing road and the vision before me. Her lips glisten with saliva and pre-cum—she’s never looked more beautiful. “Drink every drop.”
Sweat dots my brow, and my arm becomes heavy from the strain of keeping us straight.
She nods, never once looking away as she continues to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had. Hell fucking yeah. My abs tighten almost painfully, and ecstasy rushes through my veins. Blyth hollows her cheeks, and it’s game-fucking-over. My legs shake and my cock jerks, shooting rope after rope of sticky cum deep into her throat.
I try to focus on the road, but the orgasm overpowers me, and I throw my head back with a husky roar. The truck jerks and a horn beeps. My eyes snap back to the road, and an angry driver flips me off before racing away.
Shit.
Cock still in her mouth, Blyth gulps hard, trying to keep up with my release, but a little escapes, dribbling down her chin in a shiny trail. Scooping it up with my thumb, I force it back into her mouth and she hums around the digit, completely cum drunk.
“Such a good girl. That was amazing,” I praise her, correcting the car when I notice just how far over we’ve drifted. Fortunately, the road is empty once again, but this definitely can’t become a habit—even if it was incredible. “Now flip around, lay back, and let’s see if you can squirt.”
She gives my tip one last lick, then does as she’s told, spreading her legs wide so I can see her pretty, pink pussy already glistening with the juices of her arousal.
How did we go from breaking and entering to road-head?
All I know is, I wouldn’t have it any other way…
Chapter Eleven
Blyth
Well, it seems I can, in fact, squirt. Learn something new every day.
My pussy is pleasantly sore, and my muscles are languid and slow. We’ve spent the last hour of the drive in blissed-out silence, just enjoying some slow music and one another’s presence. It’s a novel experience for me, but something about Murphy just allows my brain to relax and calm—or maybe it’s the orgasms. Who knows?
The truck slows, and I blink before peering out the window. The Lustre Lake B&B looms just up ahead, welcoming us home, but for some reason, instead of being excited to be back, I’m melancholy about nearing the end of my time alone with the big bad mountain man. We have only two days left until the wedding now, and the time is filled to the brim with rehearsal dinners, final dress fittings, hair, makeup, and all the maid of honor duties you can imagine.
With a heavy sigh, I heave myself out of the truck, surprised when Murphy catches me on the other side, dropping a quick kiss on my lips and wrapping an arm around my waist.
Maybe we can figure something out after…
The thought has a little seed of hope sprouting in my belly. There’s no reason I can’t keep seeing him after my mission is complete. Sure, he lives six hours away, but I can sell feet pics from anywhere, and although Lustre Lake has always been my home, I could easily travel between them as I wish. It’s the best part about having such a mobile job, after all.
As soon as the thoughts flit through my mind, dread fills me. There’s no way I could leave Tilly. Right?
The crisp fall air combines with the scent of cinnamon bun muffins, and that alone lets me know Tilly must be waiting for us. The text convo we had on the drive also clued me in, but I swear I can smell the treats from a mile away. My stomach rumbles as we get closer to the door.
“They’re already here, probably waiting just inside to say hi,” I warn Murphy, in case he wants to pretend like this thing between us isn’t happening. He just grunts and pulls me closer.
“Great. Then you can be my people shield. No leaving my side. You do the talking.” My heart swells, and I blink back the few tears that sprung to my eyes. His gruff acceptance is close to a declaration of love coming from a man like him, and all the happy, gooey feelings wiggle inside.
Before I can even open the door, it’s flung open, and my stunning bestie crows with delight. Just behind her, Drew, her dark-haired sentinel of doom—who isn’t my biggest fan—looms. We’ve come to a grudging truce, but he still doesn’t understand that I came first.
Oaf.
“Hey, Bestie! Grump.” I nod at him, and he narrows his eyes before they flit to Murphy’s arm around me. A big smile breaks over his face when he catches sight of his friend, and it’s shocking to see the big man happy since he’s always so serious.
“So glad you made it, man,” Drew says, bumping knuckles with Murphy. Yet, through the entire greeting, Murphy never leaves my side, as though the physical touch and connection are the only things keeping him from high-tailing it out of this place.
“How was the drive?” Tilly bubbles as we walk inside the beautifully decorated space. Little pumpkins, gourds, and fall-colored flowers brighten the room, along with the long, dark wood welcome desk.
“It was an experience like no other,” I joke, my cheeks staining red at the reminder of our truck time fun. She gives me the side eye, communicating with body language alone.
You better tell me everything- Tilly
Maybe…
She reaches out, giving me a little pinch at the cagey behavior, before holding out an enormous basket of baked goodies for Murphy. He makes no move to take them, and I remember I promised to be his barrier against people, so I snag it from her and take out one of her famous muffins. The sweet, gooey goodness of a cinnamon roll, all in a perfect muffin—the flavor explodes on my tongue, and my stomach gurgles at being so profoundly underfed today.
Murphy leans his head down, and I pop a bite into his mouth.
“These are great,” he groans before grabbing my hand to lick some frosting off my finger. Shock rolls through me at the intimate gesture. A warm heat crawls up my cheeks—he’s claiming me publicly. Butterflies dance in my belly.
Is this real life?
“I thought you might be hungry after the drive,” she stammers, looking between us. “And I wanted you to have enough food for your rooms.”
Drew rubs a hand over her back, and she glances up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration.
“We better get going. Just wanted to make sure you got in safe and say a quick hello. We’ll leave you to get some rest. Please let us know if you need anything at all.”
With that, they pass us itineraries for the next few days and head off into the night. The list is enormous, and Murphy releases a huge groan.
“Is it too late to leave?” he asks, rubbing his temples.
“Yes.” Twisting around. I slide up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Why don’t I show you my room…”
The bar is calling my name.
Today has been one of the longest I can remember. All the maid of honor duties kept me running from place to place nonstop. It’s been completely insane, but I think maybe—just maybe—I’ve pulled it off.
The tents are set up for tomorrow’s ceremony and lakeside reception, the flower arrangements are stunning and ready to go, the dresses all fit perfectly, and the bridesmaids have their shoes, hair, makeup, and jewelry for the morning. My stomach churns with nerves, but I’ve followed all my lists and checked them over and over again. This time screwing up is not an option because Tilly means too much to me. She believes in me when no one else does, supports me at my craziest, and is the sister I always wanted.
Her day is going to be perfect. I just know it.
Murphy even texted me to grumble while he was with all the groomsmen getting his tux fitted, so I know he’s still in the state. Another win in the wedding column.
Pausing at the threshold to the rehearsal dinner, I take a deep breath and try to calm my frantic energy. Excitement races through me like an overeager puppy, and I want to settle just a little before seeing Murph for the first time since this morning. Although I’ve been beyond busy, I’ve still missed his presence all day. He wasn’t happy about having to come tonight, but he promised to meet me at the bar, and I believe him.
Reaching up, I comb my fingers through my long hair, smoothing out nonexistent snarls as I gather my composure, then I push open the doors and step out onto the deck. Pinks, golds, and oranges of sunset swirl through the sky, combining with all the pretty foliage to form a stunning backdrop. People mill about, listening to the relaxed music or grabbing drinks by the bar. Several large bonfires are just being lit, and it gives off the ambiance of a perfect fall evening—crisp, cool, and yet peaceful.
Scanning the party, I search for the broad back and man-bun I’ve become so attached to these last few days.
How have I come to depend on him so much in such a short time?
The bar is busy, and I can’t spot him. My heart sinks, worry flashing at his absence as doubt creeps in. I wander closer, keeping my eyes peeled and waving back at some people I recognize. My teeth sink into my lip as nerves get the best of me. But then the crowd parts, and I spot him sitting in a corner of the bar all by himself.
Joy fills me as he glares at anyone who dares to come near.
That’s right, his smiles are just for me.
A huge grin splits my face, and I start toward Murphy when suddenly big hands grasp my hips, pulling me back.
“Hey, beautiful. I’ve missed you.” A deep voice whispers over me, breath fanning the back of my neck, and I’m transported right back into the bathroom. All the blood rushes from me and I freeze, completely unable to move. A body presses against my back, and my mouth seals shut as if glued while my limbs tremble.
No. No. No.
The room swims…
No. No. No.
Chapter Twelve
Murphy
The ice clinks against the glass as I swirl my whiskey, waiting for my girl to arrive. I don’t even like this shit, but Drew wanted to have a drink before the party began, so here I sit, watching the giant block of ice melt and turn the liquid light amber color.
It was good catching up with him today, and his other groomsmen aren’t too bad—except for Jeremy. Dude is too fucking happy all the damn time. But regardless, I’ve been good all day and now the only thing I want is my girl.
Trouble has burrowed so deep under my skin that it felt like I had a limb missing all day. I don’t know what these feelings are, but I’m addicted.
The skin on the back of my neck prickles, bringing with it a sense of awareness.
Blyth is here.
