Cree (My Way Series - Book 1) (Volume 1) (6 page)

I walked outside to sweep the sidewalk, laughing at the sight of us the night before. Lacey should be here in ten minutes and I needed to keep my mind busy, so I swept the shit out of that sidewalk.

“Hey!” came a loud voice from behind. I always startled easy, so without even thinking I jumped several feet into the air and let out a yelp.

“Wow, Dolly!” Cree chuckled. Of course, it was Cree. Why in the hell would I ever run into him under any normal circumstances?

Breathing heavily from having the shit scared out of me and my lady bits acting up a little from the sight of him, I said, “Hey, yourself!” Our eyes locked for a second. I couldn’t find one damn word to say to him.

“Daddy, can we get ice cream?” squeaked Squeaked a little voice that drew my eyes instantly down to the little angel holding his hand. On the end of Cree’s left hand stood the cutest little girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Perfect dark brown ringlets framed her very round, sweet face. There was no mistake that she was Cree’s daughter. She had his crystal clear blue eyes and his irresistible smile. She was perfectly dressed in a very sweet princess style dress, with matching tights and a headband.

“Yes, Annie. We’re on our way there. I just wanted to stop and say hello to my friend Milly,” he said as he pointed to me.

“Annie, this is Milly; Milly, this is my daughter Annie,” Cree said. I stooped down so that I was eye level with Annie, and let her know how nice it was to meet her.

“I’m going on an ice cream date with my daddy and I don’t want to be late. So we need to get going,” she informed me, using her best serious face.

“Well, I would hate to make a beautiful thing like you late for a date with your daddy,” I told her. I stood up and smiled at Cree. “Looks like you have your hands full with your hot little date here.”

“You’re on to something, Milly. It’s never a good idea to keep this little lady waiting,” he said. The two walked off hand in hand, down the sidewalk to the local creamery. It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. I felt my heart crack at the sight of the father and daughter. It was something I wanted for myself and something I desperately wanted for my future children. Mrs. Fitzpatrick had no idea how lucky she was to have such an amazing man in her life.

I slapped my sad sappy ass down on the curb. My life was so complete here and I was living up the bucket list thingy, but there was still something missing. A part of my heart was still empty and needed company. I knew Cree was off limits, but my heart wanted him, or at least the chance to get to know him.

“Hey! Ho-bag! Are you ready to go get your country on?” chimed Lacey, as she bounced across the street. She was the perfect distraction I needed to take my mind off of Cree.

After forty-five minutes of spraying on the makeup and painting on the clothes, we were ready to get our country on. I wore a pair of white shorts with a hot pink tank top. A brown pair of western boots that had a cheetah print and pink stitching on them and a chunky turquoise necklace were my accessories. My hair was pulled back and held in place with a cheetah print scarf, tied off on the side.

I was a little nervous about the necklace, because earlier in the week Lacey had asked me if the necklace doubled as my anal beads. She wore a skimpy little black dress with bright red boots. We were quite the Honky-Tonkin’ pair.

We were going to a bar in a neighboring town. It was only about a five minute drive to get there. The place was packed. We made our way through all the cowboys and hoochies. We found a table in the corner to settle into. I’m pretty sure every man in the bar was fantasizing about Lacey and her little black dress as they stared her down.

We ordered two shots of whiskey and beer to chase them with. The first round of drinks went down easy, and my nerves were starting to settle down. After the third round of shots, “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On” started blaring, and we both squealed because this was one of the songs we practiced dancing to. We instantly jumped out of our seats and started dancing with each other, giggling and howling the whole time. We took turns spinning each other around the dance floor and slapping each other’s asses.

I’m pretty sure the whiskey influenced our dancing. In the middle of the song we separated and starting prancing around the dance floor on our own. I spotted a mighty fine piece of ass staring me down, so I grabbed him and started dancing with him. He instantly started spinning me around on the dance floor. To my surprise, I easily followed his lead. This country thing was fun as hell.

When the song was nearing an end, I spotted Lacey more or less dry humping the man she was dancing with. The two-step must have totally escaped her horny little ass at the moment.

“The Race is On” came blaring through the speakers. Mr. Mighty Fine Piece of Ass really started spinning and twirling me all over the dance floor. He was a damn good dancer. I only concentrated on holding onto him, or grabbing for his hand. By the end of the song, I was spinning from the alcohol and being spun around the floor like a rag doll. The club erupted in applause when we finished dancing. To my amazement, most of the crowd had been watching us dance.

“So do you have a name? Or do you just grab random strangers to dance with?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do both!”

I just shook my head as he led me by the hand to the bar. He ordered two beers.

“Here, have a beer on me for dancing with me tonight. My name’s Sam.”

“Thanks for the beer, Sam,” I said, as I turned and walked away from what could only be defined as trouble or the next possible Malcolm. I found Lacey at the table sitting on her dance partner’s lap, sucking face. I plopped down in my seat, and the two of them continued. So I threw a peanut at them, and they still kept making out. Lacey’s dance partner had his hand plunged up her dress.

“Earth to Ho-Bag!” I finally shouted. Ah this did the trick, and they finally broke apart.

“Oh hey, Milly! This is Jake,” she managed to get out. She then proceeded to tell me that she and Jake went to high school together in Fort Collins, and they stay in touch from time to time.

“Where did Sam run off to?” Jake asked me.
Oh god, we had been tag teamed.
I was going to kick Lacey’s ass tomorrow. I just shrugged my shoulders. Lacey went on to explain how she and I met and all about my store and coffee shop. He actually seemed quite interested. Right when I thought we were going to get rid of Jake, Sam came strolling over with a couple rounds of shots and beers on a tray.

“May I interest you?” he taunted. I’ll give it to the man; he did have charisma. He sat down beside me and we drank away, toasting to everything under the sun. Lacey and Jake took part in one round of whiskey before they continued on with their make-out session.

I was pretty sure my teeth were numb by the time Sam and I finished off the last of the whiskey. Sam grabbed my hand and drug me back out to the dance floor where he worked his magic by swinging me around. When some pop music came on I tried to exit the dance floor, but he grabbed my hand keeping me close to him. We grinded on the dance floor for a couple more songs, with our hands groping all sorts of body parts. I found myself rubbing on him, using some very provocative moves. The man didn’t hold anything back.

I felt the warm liquid start to pool between my legs, so I told Sam that I needed some fresh air. We made our way out by my truck, where he lit up a cigarette. I watched him inhale and exhale the smoke. I tried to make small talk, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off his strong hands that delicately held the cigarette and the way his strong jaw line clenched after each time he exhaled.

When he was finished, we started to slowly peck at each other’s lips. I pressed my tongue up against his lips and he parted them, letting my tongue explore his mouth. I could taste the whiskey and smoke on him, which only fueled my sexual desires. I gripped the back of his head, pulling him further into me. This boy had talent in the kissing department. His mouth had some serious skills that rivaled his dancing.

“Milly, I need you here and now,” he breathed out between kisses.

“Take me, Sam,” I insisted. I flung open the truck door and slid onto the seat. I parted my legs, allowing Sam to fit perfectly between them. I unzipped his pants and ran my hand down the inside of his cotton boxers. He fumbled with the button of my shorts, while his tongue continued to explore my mouth.

I lifted my waist to shimmy out of my shorts and then leaned back onto my elbows. I watched Sam lower his head down to my center. He licked and kissed my belly button, trailing kisses down to my mound. His very talented tongue went to work on my lady bits. He added his fingers to the mixture. I started moving my hips to match Sam’s rhythm. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him while he worked my most sensitive parts. His mouth continued sucking and licking while he replaced one finger with two. I grabbed his hair and arched my back, screaming his name into the night air. It only took one more flick of his tongue for me to spiral out of control, bucking against Sam’s face to milk out every last drop of pleasure.

My head buzzed and my body melted against the seat while Sam bent over and rested his face against my belly. When I regained enough strength, I perched back up on my elbows while I watched Sam continue to rest against me. We heard some voices come out of the bar and he swiftly pulled my shorts back up around my waist.

The sounds turned out to be faint voices off in the distance, so I decided to be a little adventurous with my new friend. I wrapped my fingers around his thick length, rubbing it up and down. I continued the action, varying my speeds and grip on him. He threw his head back and growled loud with pleasure. I started to talk dirty to him, to taunt this nasty little redneck boy.

“Where do you want to come, Sammy Boy? In my mouth? Down my legs?” I whispered.

“Jesus, Mill! I’m getting close,” he breathed out.

“Name the place, Nasty Boy,” I spat back.
Liquid courage again at its best!
As I continued to work him, Sam slipped my tank top over my head and unlatched my bra, freeing my girls. He pushed me back down on the bench seat one more time and climbed up over me. I do believe he found the place he wanted to go.

“MMM… Grab those beautiful tits, baby,” hissed Sam as he continued working himself while straddling my midsection. He was a dirty boy! I bit down on my lower lip and grabbed both nipples, while letting out a loud moan. The sight of Sam above me pleasuring himself, wanting to spray his come all over my tits, was enough to make me almost orgasm on the spot.

When I thought this couldn’t get any better, Sam reached behind him and started rubbing his hand between my legs. My hips instantly started bucking up against his hand, causing just enough friction to send shooting pleasure through my body.

“Sam, I’m going to…Please…” I whined like a little brat.

He pressed down harder on my mound. “Oh fuck…” he hissed through his teeth as he let go.

***

Over the next two months, Lacey and I went out dancing, and well, uh—sexcapading. We only went on Saturdays and always went to the same Honky-Tonk. I always danced with Sam; actually, he was the only one I danced with. We fooled around a lot every Saturday. We never had sex, but did about everything else together. Actually, we probably fooled around more than we danced. We found various places to fool around in…the bathroom, his truck, my truck, the dance floor, in a secluded booth. I loved Sam. I wasn’t in love with him, but loved him for his body and naughty redneck talents. He was never serious and always very goofy.

We both knew that he would be leaving for Alaska at the end of September. Our last Saturday night at the bar was fucking epic. Sam pulled out all the stops, making sure that I would never forget his sweet little tongue. It was hard saying goodbye to him because I had grown to love his friendship and company. During our last night together, we exchanged phone numbers. Sam was thrilled to find out that we would have the ability to Face Time. During our all night love sessions, I confessed my past to Sam. He comforted me through some grief that was still lingering inside me that I was unaware of, and told me he would gladly kick the Bastard’s ass for me.

Sam texted me motivational, goofy quotes to downright nasty things that made me blush all over the place. We Face Timed the first two Saturdays we spent away from each other. The boy could get me going, even when we were a thousand miles apart. The things he did over Face Time should have been freaking illegal. We eventually drifted apart, sending an occasional text a couple times a week. I missed Sam swinging me around the dance floor and doing very naughty things to my body. But more than that I was thrilled for him, because he was living out his dream fishing in Alaska.

Sam had helped heal a piece of my very shattered heart with his goofy personality, caring nature and his downright naughtiness. I will always love him for that. I knew that he had found another Saturday Night girl in Alaska, which was just fine, because I had enjoyed our time together in Colorado. We never talked about her or discussed their naughty adventures together. Sam was my Boy ‘Round Here that Blake Shelton sings about. He was my naughty, little redneck that taught me how to dance without fear.

Sam’s Goofy Texts

Sam: I want my casket to have a crank on it that plays Jack-In-The-Box music.

Sam: I dated a cross eyed girl once but I dumped her cause I thought she was seeing someone else.

Sam: Don’t give up Milly, there’s somebody for everybody…nah, just kidding. You’re totally screwed!!!

Sam: Here is a bedtime story for you Milly! Once upon a time, a guy asked a beautiful girl, “Will you marry me?” The girl said, “NO!” And the guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted. The End!

Sam: If you ever feel useless and defeated Milly…just remember that you were once the fastest little spermie out of millions.