Come Back for You

I watch as he strokes himself, cum dripping out the tip of his cock. I whimper as I drag my finger over my clit. I’m so close already.

“If I was there, I’d flip you over, face down on the bed. Slide into your tight pussy, that pretty ass of yours in the air. Then I’d use that,” he motions at the vibrator, “turn it on high, and press it against that sweet fuckin’ ass of yours. I’d hold it there while I powered in and out of you, overwhelm all your senses. Make you lose your mind, same way you make me lose mine.”

“So close,” I whimper, “c-can I please come?” I beg, my legs shaking from supporting my weight.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself just like that,” he demands, his hand still stroking up and down that beautiful cock of his. I watch as his orgasm tear through him, his eyes still on me, his lip caught between his teeth. I press the vibrator in just a little and it’s like hitting a switch. My orgasm hits me and I scream out his name, letting it wash over me, riding the wave until I’m completely sated. I open my eyes and he’s still staring at me, cum all over his chest and stomach. I drop down against the bed, breathing heavily. He chuckles.

“Can’t wait to be next to you again, Whit.”

“Mm,” I mumble in agreement, completely exhausted and content.

“Sweet dreams, gorgeous,” he murmurs before disconnecting the call and I’m out like a light.

Dean

I slam the door on the ‘stang and jog back up the stairs of the house go lock the door. Knocking twice on the frame, I make my way back down to my car. Well, Jim’s car. Mine now. The 1969 Mustang fully restored, and garage kept this entire time. I’ve spent the last four weeks clearing the house out, selling a lot of Jim’s things and keeping others.

I also hired an interior decorator to update the house so that I could list it on one of those home rental places until I decide to sell or keep it. The neighbor down the road said she’d check in on it occasionally and be available if any renters have any issues, doesn’t hurt that I’m paying her a song to do it for me.

“That the last of it?” Greg, the new owner of Jim’s bar asks.

“That’s it, man.” He met me here to get the last of the old bar signs that Jim had stored in the barn. I couldn’t part with them, so I was thrilled when Greg said he’d like to hang them at the bar to honor Jim. “Can’t thank ya enough for meeting me out here.”

“Ain’t no thing. I’ll be happy to carry out at least a little bit of Jim’s legacy when we reopen.” Legacy. I wonder what Jim would think if he were here. How he’d feel about the decisions I’m making. Would he have wanted me to sell?

That was a hard decision to make. I chewed on it for the first week, trying to realistically figure out if I could run two bars in two different states. Whitley said she would support me with whatever my decision was, but all that traveling back and forth wouldn’t be fair to her or our bar so when Greg made me an offer, I took it. I gave him a good deal.

“Appreciate that, man. I really do. Any questions or you need anything, you’ve got my number. Don’t hesitate to reach out. Now, I’ve got a girl I gotta get my ass home to.” We shake hands and he takes off, leaving me standing in the driveway of my newly acquired mountain home. It really is gorgeous up here on the bluff. Can’t wait to bring Whitley back occasionally, spend some quality time together, fucking her on every surface. That patio sex was some of the hottest sex of my life. Fuck. I miss her so much.

I jump in and crank the engine over as she purrs to life. Time to get the fuck out of here and home to my girlfriend.

Whit

“Hand to God!” Jim-Billy shouts over the low hum of the other bar patrons. Next to him, Jax grins and shakes his head. They’ve both been here for a few hours, Jim-Billy because that’s what he does, his ass is in that seat every day from the time we open until about ten at night, when he finally drags himself home. Jax has been here for a few hours, lookin’ distraught. I’m sure it’s got somethin’ to do with his secretary, though he won’t come out and say it. Him and Avery have been playing this game of cat and mouse for so long, I’m not sure they even know which way is up at this point.

“You’re nuts, man,” Jax says, sipping his whiskey. “There ain’t no way you boned Julia Roberts.” I snort, the whole thing ridiculous. God love him, Jim-Billy could barely pull Rhonda, the town bicycle. And that’s saying a lot because Rhonda will fuck basically anything with two legs and a dick. Jim-Billy takes a swig of his beer.

“I said her name was Julia Roberts, didn’t say she was THE Julia Roberts,” he winks at me and Jax guffaws.

“Y’all need Jesus,” I conquer, sliding their meals out of the food window and dropping their plates in front of them. They go about eating while I stock the beer coolers. It’s going on almost ten o’clock, which is the time we close on Sundays and I?

?m dog ass tired. Our new bartender quit already, so I’ve been cross training Kolby to work the kitchen and the bar, which has put me working extra hours on top of the office work and I’m just spent.

I’m sliding the last beer into the cooler when the front door opens. I don’t bother turning around.

“Sorry, you missed the last call. We’re officially closed for the evenin’,” I shout over my shoulder.

“You sure about that, sugar?” I whip around. Dean’s standing just inside the door, looking massive and fucking gorgeous. I’ve missed him so much it literally hurts. My feet come unstuck and I break off into a sprint, flinging myself at him. He braces to catch me, going back on one foot, his hands sliding under my ass to hold me up. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his scent.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper, pulling back and taking in his beautiful face. His previously trimmed beard is much longer now, thick and luscious. His hair is so long he’s got it pulled back into the sexiest man bun I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, but I missed you,” he growls before slamming his lips against mine. I tug his ponytail holder out of his hair, letting it fall around his face and sliding my fingers into it, rocking myself against him. Dean breaks the kiss and walks us towards the office.

“Lock up when you leave,” he directs at Jax and Jim-Billy, the only patrons left. I’m kissing his face, his neck, my hands roaming over his shoulders. He fumbles for his keys in his pocket before unlocking the office door. It’s barely shut before he has my back pressed to it, my legs still wrapped around him. I can feel him, hard and heavy, pressing against my center, and I grind against it. He hisses out a breath.

“Fuck, baby. Slow down, slow down.”

“No,” I mumble, pushing back and tugging his shirt out of his jeans, “no slowin’ down.” He groans as I slide my hand between us and drag it up his hard length. He captures my wrist, stopping me, and I huff out a sigh. His chuckle washes over me as I unlatch my legs from around him and drop my feet to the floor.