A Little Thankful (Small Town Lovers #8)

Hunter 8

Fucking Sage Pilgrims happened to be even better than I remembered it. Her soft warmth gave me goosebumps, and the way her pussy tasted made my knees weak. If I had her in my bed every night, I wondered if I could actually function during the day. If I wouldn’t crave her every minute.

Crave the taste of her skin, her lips her sweet juices. She did things to me that shouldn’t be allowed, and the funny thing was, she had no idea what havoc she caused. To her this was probably just sex.

To me it was some kind of religious experience, on the dirty, wicked side. There was nothing holy about what I wanted from her, and what she agreed to do for me. There seemed to be nothing that put her off, or gave her a moment of hesitation, instead, when I entered her ass, she welcomed it the same way she did when I entered her tight pussy.

And when I came down her throat, she drank me with a willingness I had never seen in a woman. Like she’d been thirsty, and my cum quenched her thirst. It was amazing to watch.

We were awake for most of the night, fucking and experimenting with each other, fucking in as many positions as we could think up, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, missionary, spooning, and of course, a little mutual maz, which was a total turn on in the very beginning of all of this.

When we finally fell asleep, with her head on my shoulder, and her leg lying over mine, I knew this was more than just sex. I knew this was everything I wanted in a partner, and I would do everything I could to keep her right here, next to me.

My sleep was a bit restless, and I awoke many times just to see if she was still in my bed, which she was. Every time I opened my eyes, and saw her there, gently breathing, sound asleep looking like some sort of goddess, I wanted to reach out and pull her in closer.

But I didn’t.

I knew if I did, I’d wake her, and if she woke up, I would have to fuck her again.

I didn’t think I had ever been as attracted to a woman as I was to Sage. Just watching her sleep made me hard. It was crazy. Like I’d taken an entire bottle of some sort of erection pill, and couldn’t calm down.

I rolled on my back and tried counting all the fires I’d put out in my life… that always made me sleepy.

Just not tonight.

Then I tried telling myself that my toes were relaxed, my ankles… etc.

But by the time I got up to my cock, it was anything but relaxed.

Still, I must have fallen asleep, because at some point everything went black.

When I awoke once again, the sun beamed through my windows. This time I knew it was okay to be awake, and when I gazed at my clock, it read eight thirty-four. A reasonable time to get up. The good thing was, I didn’t have to go to work today. The bad thing was, I wasn’t sure how I would get through this day without wanting to have sex with Sage again.

I knew today would be Forrest’s day, so I had to keep my distance, but fuck, it would be difficult to do.

We had more than separated during the night, but we were still facing each other. I couldn’t help but slip the sheet off of her to gaze at her while sunlight bathed her naked body. Her round belly, that belly that had once held her sweet baby girl, taunted me. I simply loved the way she looked… like a gorgeous woman. To me, there was nothing else on this planet more beautiful than a woman, and Sage was all woman. Her radiant long hair tumbled over the pillow, and down her back. Her full breasts, her strong thighs, her muscular arms, and a face that could bring me to my knees with one smile.

She was simply stunning.

“This isn’t right, you know,” she said, not opening her eyes. “I should be angry at you for waking me up like this. And what happened to my covers?”

“I took them off so I could see you.”

She tugged on the pillow, making it more comfortable, but never opened her eyes, nor did she reach for a blanket.

I loved watching her, and now that she was awake, I ran my fingers down her side, barely touching her silky skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her, wanting her to know what I thought. “Every inch of you is absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks, but I still have five pounds of baby fat, and my stomach sticks out. It used to be so flat, it was almost concave. I loved my stomach. Now it’s this giant ball, that doesn’t want to shrink.”

“I love this stomach,” I ran my hand over her tummy.“It surrounded a baby. An actual little person. It’s where miracles happen. You made a miracle. To me, if you never did anything else in your entire life, the fact that you made a perfect little girl takes my breath away.”

Yeah, I was getting sappy, and maybe a little corny, but with all the shit I’ve seen, and all the tragedies that have surrounded parts of my life, the miracle of a child was something that made everything else tolerable.

She reached out for my hand. “You’re something else, Hunter. You’re hot and dirty in bed, and do things to me that I never thought I would like, and then you talk like this. Which is it? Who are you?”

I held onto her hand, as she finally opened her eyes, and turned on her back, giving me the perfect view of everything I enjoyed seeing. I couldn’t help but take in every lovely part of her, especially her pussy, which had a dusting of hair, which turned me on like nothing else.

“Just a man who happens to be in love with you,” the words were pouring out of me now. “I know it seems fast, and I know it might make you run back to the big city, but you deserve to know the truth… my truth. It’s how I feel about you. I think I’ve been in love with you ever since our first kiss.”

“Oh, Hunter. I don’t want to run away from you. On the contrary, you make me want to stay right here, in your bed, lying under you.”

She guided my hand down her body, then, opened her legs slightly, so that her clit glistened in the sunshine.

That was all it took.

I kissed her mouth, kissed each of her breasts, her stomach, then I kissed her clit, sucking it into my mouth, then I nibbled it between my teeth until she moaned with pleasure, and when I plunged my tongue deep inside her, she yelled out my name and my entire body reacted.

“Say my name again,” I demanded. “Say it again.”

“Hunter. Fucking Hunter, you feel so fucking good.”

When I slid my hand between her legs and felt her warmth, and listened to her moan when I slid my fingers deep inside her, as I ran my thumb over her perfect clit, I longed to be inside of her. To be one with her. To feel her body clamp down on my dick, making me feel as though she truly wanted me to come inside her. To wash her womb with my seed.

I feasted on her until she shattered, reaching a climax that tore both of us apart. When she was almost finished, I mounted her, gazing deep into her eyes, wanting her to know how much this meant to me. How much she meant to me.

This time when we touched, when we kissed, when we connected, we made love. It wasn’t just sex. It was something much more.

Her hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms and my back. They felt like silk touching me, loving on me. My skin felt as though it was on fire. I somehow knew she wanted to be part of me, wanted me to be with her… now and forever.

We kissed, and it wasn’t just about how our tongues touched, or how her lips encircled mine, it was about a feeling I didn’t fully understand. Not really. It was something I couldn’t put into words. It was beyond anything I’d ever known before and something I truly didn’t want to lose… not ever.

And as I gazed down into her lovely face, and saw the tears streaming from her eyes, knowing my own eyes watered with emotion, I knew that from now on, what we shared during this moment was far more than just sex.

We made love, and I wanted to make love with her for the rest of my life.

AFTER A MUTUAL three-alarm shower that I initiated, and a sexy towel dance, we finally got around to eating that decadent dessert we’d boxed up the night before, a large soft chocolate cookie, topped with more chocolate and a scoop of incredibly smooth peanut butter. It was so good, we ate every last bite.

As it turned out, both her mom and her aunt had won the Apple Pie Bake Off and the Cranberry Sauce Challenge. They’d sent a bunch of pictures, but we’d been too busy to see any of them until this morning. Sage had checked with her grandmother about Autumn, who was simply the happiest baby on the planet, but her gram had never once mentioned the wins.

Her mom made the wins known this morning with a phone call. Apparently, the win meant more to her mom than Sage realized, and she rushed home to congratulate her with flowers, and assorted baked goods from Just Desserts.

Once Sage left, I walked over to visit Forrest. I knew he was next in line to spend time with her. I also knew that by this time tomorrow, we would know who the father was. I personally didn’t care which of us was Autumn’s bio father. If Sage decided to remain in Cricket, I hoped she would want to live with or at least date all three of us. If she instead decided to just go with the bio dad, I hoped like hell it was me.

“I don’t even want to know,” Forrest said. “At least not yet, because if we find out who it is, that might sway her into thinking she should have only one daddy for her little girl, and two of us would be left out in the cold. I’m not ready to be abandoned by her again. Now that she’s back and I’ve had a chance to spend some time with Autumn, like I did last night during all the contests, I want to be part of her life. I hope Sage moves back here, but it would have to be her idea. Not ours. If she stays because we somehow convince her to, I don’t think it will be long lived.”

We sat in his living room, a modern expanse of white sectional sofas and black leather arm chairs and recliners. The entire far wall was a bank of windows that had a view of the river, and the other walls were vintage red brick. No pictures, just a couple book cases loaded down with non-fiction books mostly about statistics, probability, and accounting. The man lived and breathed numbers and odds. Not exactly father material, in the sense of getting down on the floor to play, but a great family provider, of that there was little doubt.

“How do we convince her that a group relationship with us will work?” I drank down some of the beer that Forrest had offered. Yeah, it was probably too early for a beer, but these were desperate times, and desperate times required beer.

His own beer sat next to him on a coaster, on a glass end table. The golden liquid went down easy, probably too easy. “I know there are a lot of group relationships in this town, but this town isn’t the outside world. Plus, it doesn’t seem like her dad will accept that kind of relationship for his daughter. I know her parents have a big influence on her, so we may be shit out of luck on that one.”

“Let’s not be too quick to cross that possibility off the list,” Forrest said. “I had a long talk with her grandmother and she’s all for whatever makes Sage happy.”

“I second that,” Mace said, as he walked into the room, carrying his own beer, looking calm and rested despite all the chaos that must be going on at his bakery. He might not be selling pumpkin or apple pies, but he made rolls of all kinds, and folks ordered them by the dozen in this town. I knew because every year my team and I would put out several oven fires for folks who’d forget about those damn rolls warming in the oven. “I thought I heard you come in.” He was talking to me.

“Yeah. Glad you’re here. I was hoping we could come to some kind of mutual agreement on how we move forward, especially since those results will be coming in tomorrow.”

“Sooner than that,” Mace said, and sat in one of the black chairs while both Forrest and I sat on the long, corner sofa. “Dr. Charles stopped in for scones this morning. We’re not usually open on Mondays, but with all our orders, we couldn’t afford to keep our doors closed. That said, I’m taking a few hours off. I couldn’t work knowing the results were ready. Dr. Charles will be dropping them off sometime this afternoon, once she completes her home visits. She said that she would like to deliver the news. It’s just easier if she does, rather than just sending the results in an email.”

“Does Sage know?” I asked Mace.

“Dr. Charles said she sent her a text this morning.”

“She was with me and never mentioned it,” I told him.

“I think she’s just as nervous about the results as we are,” Forrest said. “We have a date at three today. I’m picking her up at her mom’s. Why don’t we all show up, instead?”

“That’s not fair to you. It’s your day,” Mace told him, after guzzling some of his beer.

“Yeah, we all need time alone with her,” I told him.

“I spent time with Autumn last night. She’s a great baby. Always smiling. Like nothing ever bothers her. A lot like her mom. We have to figure this out. I know it’s ultimately her decision, but we should at least present a united front.” Our phones dinged with a message. “It’s from Sage.”

“She’s inviting all three of us to her mom’s house at four today,” Mace said, confirming what we were already reading.

“Okay. Okay. We have three hours to come up with a united front,” I told them.

“No problem,” Mace said.

“None at all,” Forrest agreed.

“So, what the fuck are we going to tell her?” I offered, and we all just stared at each other like we had no idea whatsoever.

“I know,” Forrest said. “She can quit working all together and we’ll take care of her and Autumn.”

Mace looked at him like he’d just fallen out of the sky and landed on his head. “Do you actually think that Sage, daughter of women’s advocate, Martha, granddaughter of baby boomer Iris, both powerhouse women, would ever relent to having a man or men support her? Sage’s mom could’ve quit working a couple decades ago, but she didn’t. Why? Because independent women are just that… independent. Next!”

“Okay,” I said. “That may be true, but a lot of women value staying home to raise their child.”

“Sure they do,” Mace shot back. “But they have entire businesses set up in their home office or their living room or kitchen so they can do that. What else ya got?”

“Then that’s what we need to focus on,” Forrest said. “Why can’t she do whatever she does for her parents from here in Cricket? Nobody needs to work in an office anymore unless they’re assembling something. And even then, there are robots for that kind of work.”

“I already thought of that, but I don’t think it’s possible. For instance, she told me she has some big meeting with a client on Monday morning at her office in San Francisco. How would she ever do that from here in Cricket. Hell, we don’t even have an airport. Her client would have to fly into San Francisco and drive up here. It just doesn’t work.”

“Then let’s find funding for our own private airport?” Forrest suggested. “Maybe if we start there, we can make this thing work.”

We both looked at him like he was crazy. “Nice idea. And I think you should get right on it, but that could take years. In the meantime, Sage is still living three hours away.”

Silence and a lot of sighing surrounded us for at least ten full minutes. We guzzled our beers, Mace brought in more beer, and we popped those open, but nothing was said.

“So, that’s it then. We’re worthless and can’t think of one single way to keep her here.”

“Sex,” Forrest said. “Dirty, wicked sex. Maybe that’s the secret. Appeal to her libido.”

“Believe me, “I said. “I tried, but apparently, that has no bearing on her decision.”

Forrest stared at me. “I would like to have been there for that.”

“Me too,” Mace said. “Although our sex was really fucking hot. And what about yours, Forrest? Hot stuff?”

“We haven’t had it yet, remember? Tonight was supposed to be our date.”

We both stared at him.

“Oh no,” he groused, holding up a hand. “You’re not pinning this on me. I’m not taking on that kind of pressure.”

“You’ve got to,” I told him.

“You’re our last hope,” Mace told him. “You have to outperform both of us.”

“That’s never going to happen. I might be good, but I’m not that good. Tell you what. I’m willing to give up my night for a foursome night. We haven’t had one of those since the cabin. Why not have a repeat of the cabin, only even dirtier. Let’s show her what she’ll be missing, within reason, of course. We don’t want her to pass out or anything.”

“We’ll make the same rules as the first time. Anything that she doesn’t like or if anything hurts, she just has to tell us.”

“Hell, I’m willing to do anything if it keeps her here. I’ll even have sex with one of you two if that’s what turns her on,” Forrest said.

“Well, don’t look at me,” I told him.

“Or me,” Mace said.

“If it meant that she’d stay? Seriously?”

“I like you, bro, but I don’t know if I want your dick anywhere near my body.”

“We don’t have to go that far. Maybe a kiss or something. A little cock guiding. Nothing too dramatic.”

“Are you saying…?”

“I am. Nothing wrong with it. Might be hot.”

More silence while we sat with the possibility.

Forrest stood, and held out his fist. “Who’s with me on this?”

Mace stood up, walked up to Forrest, grabbed his face with both hands and laid one on him. “There,” he said. “Let’s get that first one out of the way.”

Forrest wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, that’s sick.”

I stood up and did the same thing to Forrest, even giving him a little tongue.

“Holy shit!” he said when I pulled away, rubbing his mouth. “Did you have to do that?”

“It’s gotta look authentic if she’s going to believe it,” I told him, thinking I didn’t hate it. Not my thing, but it didn’t disgust me like I thought it would.

He gazed down at the floor, then held out his fist again. “Fuck… let’s do this.”

And we all bumped fists like we did when we were kids playing sports, only this time our sport was sex.

Boom… here we go!