Midnight Roots (Silver Creek Ranch)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Heston

The burgers go down well, and we finish our beers. The sun is starting to set when I turn to Dillon. "Coffee?"

"Yes," she says. "Shall we move inside?"

"Yes, we can sit in the kitchen."

I lead her into the kitchen and pull out a chair for her. "Sit, I'll make us coffee. You want cream and sugar?"

"Yes, and yes," she says. "Two sugars, please."

I nod and put the kettle on. "I don't have a fancy coffee machine, so I hope instant coffee is fine."

"That's perfect," Dillon says.

I spoon the instant coffee into two mugs and add two sugars to hers. I get the creamer from the fridge and wait for the kettle to finish boiling before I pour hot water into the mugs. I stir in some creamer and put it back in the fridge before I take her mug to her. "Here you go."

"So, what are our plans for tonight?" Dillon asks.

"I told you, we're going to talk and have some fun." I smile at her, sipping my coffee carefully.

"Okay, well, tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up?" Dillon asks. "You know I'm from Austin."

"Down South, middle of nowhere, in the middle of fuck all." I chuckle. "Got out of there as soon as I could." I turn my mug in my hands. "I don't have any siblings, but I grew up with some close friends. We all went to the navy together. I spent my high school days chasing trouble and often finding it."

"Sounds a lot like what I was doing. Did you play football?"

"Of course, although we never won any big titles," I say. "We played our hearts out though. You?"

"I didn't play football," she jokes, sipping her coffee. "But I was a cheerleader. Our team was one of the top teams in the school district, so there was a lot of pressure. I wasn't really a good girl in school, but I enjoyed cheering. It's where I was accepted for who I was."

"You sound like you were different enough to be an outcast," I comment. "I wasn't completely accepted either. I wasn't the popular guy or running in that group. I was the quiet-to-himself-guy. I mean, I had my friends, but I was like, the spare wheel, you know what I mean? "

"I know exactly what you mean because that's how I felt whenever we did things outside of cheer. I was just invited because I was on the team, but no one actually interacted with me or gave me the time of day. They liked me because I looked good, cheered hard, and was brave enough to try new moves that others were afraid to do." Dillon smiles coyly at me. "Looks like we have that in common?"

"I'm sure we have lots in common," I say. "Like, how were your grades? I wasn't a bright spark. Average at best." I comment.

"I tried hard, but I was never the shining star with grades either. I didn't make the honor roll or anything," she explains. "But I can tell you about one day..."

As she talks, I realize I'm not really listening to her; I'm watching her lips move. So smooth, so fluid. Tessa was wearing that shade when I took her, but it looks so much better on her. Everything is better with her. It's perfect.

"Did you do the whole church thing?" she asks me, and I tune back in.

"Yeah, my mom insisted," I say. "Yours?"

"Twice a week at least," she says, looking around. "Your kitchen is really clean. Did you pay someone to clean it?"

"Something like that," I say with a smile, taking a deep drink of my coffee.

"Why are you so mysterious?" she asks me, and I grin.

"I don't mean to be. I'm just a quiet, simple guy. I don't have many answers, but I know I like you a lot. Maybe more than a lot. And I'm happy you came over, which is not something I'd usually say about someone coming to the house. "

I see her eyes soften, and she reaches for my hand. "You say the sweetest things. Are you trying to woo me? Because it's working."

"Maybe," I smile.

She finishes her coffee and gets up to rinse her mug. She hums while she washes it out. I get up, take my mug over, and lean around her, rinsing mine. I hum the same tune as her. It's catchy.

She smiles as I shut the water off, and she turns in my arms. "Hello, handsome."

"Hello," I say quietly. I lean down and kiss her softly.

She slides her arms around my neck and pulls me against her. I growl softly, and I feel her kiss me hungrily. I press her against the counter as we kiss, her hands sliding down and roaming down my chest. She starts to unbutton my shirt, but I stop her. "No, come here. "

I pick her up and carry her to the kitchen table, sitting her ass down on it. I slide her dress up and grab her panties, sliding them off. "Lean back."

She sits back on her hands and spreads her legs. I sit down and pull her towards me. I start to devour her pussy. Licking and sucking, sliding my tongue between her folds and into her hole. I make love to her. Paying particular attention to her clit. She laces a hand through my hair and grips it tightly, holding my head in place.

I bring up my hand and trace a lazy circle around the hole before I slowly slip a finger in as I suck on her clit. She cries out, and I start moving my finger in and out. I add another and another. I spread her, finger her, lick and suck her. From her cries, I can tell she's close to orgasm. I flick my tongue rhythmically over her clit, almost like a vibrator would. She cries out and lets go of my hair, resting back as she screams my name.