Page 52 of Small Town Boy

This is not how I saw it going down, not at all like I’d planned it in my head. But if a shouting match is what was needed, then so be it. I love the fire that is inside her. It’s that fire that caught my attention that first day and has been holding it ever since. The same fire that is fueling our every move now.

Sliding a hand behind her neck, I wrap her ponytail around my fingers and tug gently, exposing her neck. Bronwyn gasps as I move my mouth along her jaw, and then down the soft, exposed skin of her neck. Her skin is salty and sweet, reminding me of kettle corn, making me want to devour her. Heat flashes through me, driving me to take this up a level. To show her just what she does to me. Just how much I desire her.

“Noel…” she mewls, digging her fingers into my skin even more.

Her cry is all that is needed to break the dam inside me. I can’t hold back any longer. Like a tiger let loose from his cage, the lust takes over, fueling every move. I have only one mission right now, and that is to rock Bronwyn’s world.

Dropping to my knees, I lick my lips, prepared to worship her like she deserves. She cries out my name again, surprise in her voice this time, but I keep going, inching up the denim skirt, enjoying each new piece of skin that’s exposed. My mouth waters, the scent of her wafting past my nostrils, speeding up my movements. As I push the skirt up over her hips, I discover something new about my beautiful girl.

“No panties. Naughty girl…” I tsk, running a hand up the inside of her thigh. She shudders and I stop just short. “And such a pretty pussy…”

Wasting no time, I dive right in, seeking out her clit. My tongue swipes against the hard bundle of nerves, making Bronwyn scream. Her knees buckle, and I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her in place. She whimpers and whines as I focus in on her, nibbling, sucking, learning what drives her crazy. I get lost in the moment, in the taste of her, in my own lust-fueled haze.

Bronwyn’s fingers weave through my hair, letting me know that I’m on to something. That I’ve found just the right combination of licks and flicks on her clit. I double down, upping my attention, laser focused on her. Making her come—hearing her scream my name at the top of her lungs, filling the night—is my only goal right now. It’s all I can think about. Forget my own needs or anything else that might be going on in the world.

Bronwyn is everything.

I wrap an arm around her waist, holding on tight and yanking her closer to my mouth. She curses, fingers gripping tighter, pulling the hair from my scalp. I slide my now free hand down her leg, working it between us and into her. She’s hot, wet, and grips me hard as her pussy spasms around my finger.

“Oh, fuck!”

That’s my girl…

I curl my finger forward, finding the spot I hope will be the magic touch. Sure enough, one graze against it, and she comes undone.

“Noel…please…yes!” she screams.

The sound echoes in the darkness, bouncing off the stars, and is music to my ears. Music telling me to go harder. So I do.

I follow the rhythm of my racing heartbeat, earning me more declarations of pleasure and sounds that only a woman who’s been properly attended to can make.

When her orgasm subsides, I lean back on my haunches, making sure that if I let go, she won’t tumble to the ground. She looks down at me, completely satiated, and nods subtly. Pushing to my feet, I lick her remaining taste from my lips, savoring it, smiling.

“What’s that Cheshire cat grin for?” she asks as I shimmy her skirt back down.

“I always smile after a job well done.” Bronwyn giggles, curling her fingers in my shirt and pulling me in for a kiss. A kiss that I feel all the way down to my dick, who is still trying to bust free. He’s the last thing I’m worried about though, since we’re still on the side of the road. “We should get you home.”

“But…what about you?”

“I’ll take care of myself once I know you’re safely at home.” Opening up the door of my truck, I pick her up and place her on the seat. “And…”

“And…?”

“And you’ve agreed to go out with me. For real. Some place without an audience. Just you and me.”

“It’s a date.”

15

BRONWYN

“Where exactly are we?”

I look around, squinting thanks to the power of the setting sun. We’re in what feels like the middle of nowhere—and that’s saying a lot given that we live in rural Georgia—with a large open field in front of us and a small jetty leading to some kind of pond. Noel puts the truck in park, killing the engine, and smiles at me. My tummy does somersaults, and I give in to the feeling, letting it spread through me like wildfire. I haven’t been this excited about a date since Sam Peters asked me to the prom junior year.

“This is the other side of Rocky Pond. We’re catty-corner, so to speak, from where we do the bonfire.” He hops out of the truck, rounding it quickly to open my door. I giggle as he unbuckles my belt for me, his hands grazing my hips, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I lie.