Here With Me: An Ex-boyfriend’s Dad, Age Gap Small Town Romance (Sugarland Creek Book 1)
Here With Me: Chapter 3

I shove my panties into my bag and say goodbye to the other bartenders. They were oblivious to what I was doing since I snuck into the bathroom to freshen up.

Once I go out the front doors, I walk around the building where food trucks park overnight. My nerves are in overdrive as I wipe my sweaty palms down my sundress.

I’ve never met a man before where the chemistry is so intense and immediate.

And hell, he hasn’t even touched me yet.

I’ve also never had a one-night stand.

I played it cool, but my heart raced as we talked. When he texted, asking to see me after my shift, excitement ran through my body at the thought of us being alone together.

Magnolia was right. I need to get out and experience life instead of only focusing on work. Although, I’m not sure she was referring to this. She’ll flip when I tell her it’s with the guy from the arena.

I hardly know Fisher, and it should be concerning I’m about to go hook up with him. But this mystery man makes me throw all logic out the window. After being embarrassed when he didn’t immediately jump to ask for my number, I was enthusiastic when he showed up at the bar. He was more calm and chatty than our first conversation, which helped me relax and not be so nervous.

The more we talked and flirted, the more I craved his attention. I haven’t slept with a man since Jase—two years ago—and I’m ready to break my dry spell. There was one guy after him named Dylan, but it never went all the way. I stopped it before we could go further because I felt guilty as hell, like I was somehow cheating even though Jase and I were over. We’ve remained friends, so that’s a part of it, but it’s been long enough now. I need to get laid without worrying it’ll somehow affect my ex.

I kept watching Fisher’s calloused palms—a sign he most likely does manual labor or works outside—and it made me want to replace out what else those hands could do. My vibrator is soul-snatching worthy, but a girl can only go solo for so long before it’s not enough.

I miss the physical contact and the emotional release that comes with having a partner.

If I’m going to have a random hookup, it might as well be with a guy who looks like he knows what he’s doing. Even with a bar between us, his deep voice and dark gaze had goose bumps covering my skin.

It doesn’t hurt that he’s too hot for his own good and much more experienced than me. He kept up with our conversation and then again when things escalated to sexting, so it’d be no surprise to learn he’s just what I like in bed, too.

“Excuse me, cowboy. You waitin’ for someone?” I ask as soon as he comes into view.

Fisher turns, and a deviant smirk plays over his scruffy face. He’s pulled his hair back into a low messy bun, but I’m already fantasizing about threading my fingers through it. His jeans cling to his muscular thighs, and he’s so much broader up close with a barrel chest and thick arms.

“I was gettin’ worried you weren’t gonna show up.” He walks toward me with his hands in his pockets, and an appreciative, heavy gaze roams down my body.

“I think I’m worth waitin’ for, don’t ya?” I inch closer and realize the full length of him is at least a foot taller than my five-foot-four.

“Absolutely. I’ve been dyin’ to try somethin’.”

Before I can ask, he leans down and closes the gap between us. But I stop him before his mouth meets mine.

“You’re not gonna murder me, are ya?” My words blurt out before I can stop them. I suddenly came to the realization that we’re in a very narrow-looking alley with dumpsters and bad lighting. All that’s missing are the constant stream of sirens blasting in the distance.

“Does it look like I wanna kill you?” He takes my hand and pushes it against his erection, proving just how much he wants me. Considering he’s wearing jeans, and I can still feel how hard he is, I should be terrified of how thick his bulge is.

I swallow hard, and when he releases his grip on me, I stand taller. “I mean, isn’t this the start of every true crime podcast episode? Guy fucks girl before stranglin’ her and dumpin’ her body?”

He blinks as if he’s waiting for the punchline. But I’ve watched enough Dateline to reconsider how stupid I was to meet him back here.

Magnolia will kill me if I let a sexy cowboy who finally cleared out my pussy cobwebs murder me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have given him the idea of dying by orgasm.

“Noah, if I were gonna kill ya, I wouldn’t have been seen with you at a bar with dozens of witnesses.”

Valid point.

“So you can promise I’m not gonna die within your presence?”

His lips tighten as if he’s holding back a laugh, then he scrubs a hand along his scruffy jawline.

“Yes, I promise. But…” He cups my chin, bringing our mouths dangerously close. His breath on my flushed skin heats every inch of my aching body. “You’ll be ready to by the time I allow you to come.”

Did he just say…allow me to come?

He closes the space between us and captures my mouth before I can think of a response. I inhale his woodsy cologne that might not be on at all. He’s the type of guy who naturally smells like that from getting his hands dirty. Hell, I don’t even know what he does for a living, but I don’t care. I don’t want to get in my head anymore tonight. Not when I’m with him.

I need this.

I think he does too.

The warmth of his body is all-encompassing as his tongue slips between my lips. Butterflies invade my stomach at how good it feels, and I need more. Frantically, I grip his T-shirt, and a deep moan escapes my throat when his hardness pushes into me. His hand skates up my back and settles around my neck, holding me in place as he steals my breath.

“Fuck, Noah.”

His mouth moves to my jawline and neck. The way he sucks and licks my skin permanently inks my soul. My breasts swell in anticipation of his touch, and my thighs squeeze at the intensity of his mouth. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but when he leaves a trail of bite marks, a sharp gasp echoes between us.

“You liked that,” he rasps and then captures my lips again.

My heart pulses uncontrollably as if it can’t keep up with the sensations taking over. When he releases a deep growl, I know he’s just as eager as I am.

“We should go,” I breathe out when his hand slides under my dress and cups my bare ass. “Before we get arrested for indecent exposure.”

When he digs his fingertips into my flesh, I grind harder into him. I love that I’m the reason he’s this turned on.

“You shoulda thought about that before doin’ this to me,” he murmurs and then brings his mouth back to mine as I rock against his erection. “Since I owe you a secret, here’s mine. I can’t walk away from you now.”

“Thank God.” I look around, making sure we’re truly alone, and decide to live up to my nickname. Grabbing his hand, I lead him toward one of the food trucks. It’s closed for the night, but the doorknob looks easy enough to pick. Digging into my bag, I pull out a couple of bobby pins and stretch them out.

“What’re ya doin’?” He presses against my back as I shove both pins into the lock and twist them in opposite directions. “How do ya know how to do that?”

“My four older brothers taught me all kinds of shit just because they could.” I chuckle because if Fisher knew half the things I did to keep up with them when I was younger, he’d run in the other direction.

“I’m gonna need more of an explanation than that,” he says when I get it unlocked. It took me under thirty seconds in near pitch-black. My brothers would be so proud.

Maybe not if they knew I was using this skill for trespassing, but that’s on a need-to-know basis.

I shove the pins back into my bag and walk inside. “It’s not like we’re stealin’ anythin’. C’mon.”

He follows me, closing the door behind him. As soon as he does, I drop my bag and fall to my knees.

“Noah…” He looks around, but everything’s covered in shadows. “You shouldn’t be on this dirty floor.”

I chuckle that he’s worried about that right now. “I can take it. I live and work on a horse ranch, and trust me, I’ve sat in worse.”

I lower his zipper, unbutton his jeans, and then shove them and his briefs to his ankles. He inhales sharply between his teeth as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and stroke him.

When he lifts his shirt and removes it completely, I’m greeted with solid muscles. From what I can see, dark hair lines his abdomen and chest.

How is this man single?

“Fuck me. That feels too good already.” His voice is gruffer than before as he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “You didn’t have to do this for me, Noah. I coulda waited.”

I shrug with a smirk. “I couldn’t.”

Before he responds, I wrap my lips around him and swirl my tongue along the tip. Fisher curses as he holds on to the counter with one hand and tangles his other in my hair. As I continue licking and stroking, he moans and tightens his grip against my scalp, nearly yanking the strands out. I repeat the motions a few times before deep throating as far as I can.

“Shit. You do that so well.”

He helps guide my head up and down his shaft until I gag on his length. Not only is he bigger than I’ve ever had, but his girth makes my pussy wet in anticipation. He’s going to stretch me wide until my legs give out, and I can’t wait.

Sloppy wet noises echo throughout the small space. His balls tighten as I massage them in my palm, and when he whispers my name, followed by a throaty grunt, I know he’s close.

“Such a good girl you are,” he praises, rocking his hips to my movements. “I’m goin’ fuckin’ insane with that hot mouth of yours.”

Gagging at how deep he is, I hollow my cheeks to suck him harder. His hold on me is secure and possessive, but I want to give him everything.

“I’m almost there if you want me to pull out.”

Desperately, I shake my head. I didn’t get on my knees in a dirty food truck I broke into just for him to come in his hand.

When his fingers tighten in my hair and pull my scalp, I brace for it.

Fisher releases a low and rich growl as his back straightens. His stomach tenses as I continue stroking and sucking until he’s completely sated and finished.

Rapid breathing echoes between us as I swallow hard and savor his taste.

“Fuck, Noah. I can’t believe you did that.”

He looks at me in lust and shock when I swipe my finger over my bottom lip to make sure I’ve captured everything.

“We’re not leavin’ yet.” He pulls up his jeans and tucks himself back into his briefs.

After I wipe my chin and smooth down my hair, he effortlessly pulls me to my feet as if I’m weightless. I’m not petite by any standards, but he makes me feel that way by how he manhandles me.

He palms my cheeks while his tongue invades my mouth, and our bodies collide.

One of his hands slides between my thighs, and I spread them wider as he thrusts a finger inside.

“Is this wet pussy for me?” he whispers against my ear, and a shiver radiates down my spine.

“Mm-hmm.” My head falls back as the pad of his thumb circles my clit. He’s hardly touched me, and I’m already breathing like I ran a marathon in the desert.

“Tell me.”

“Yes, I’m so, so, so wet. Please don’t stop.”

“Are ya gonna let me taste this sweet cunt?” He spears a second finger inside. I gasp at the tightness but desperately need more.

“Right here?” I ask.

He chuckles against my ear. “Don’t get shy on me now, AJ. You started this. Let me finish it.”

The way he seductively drawls out my old nickname has me close to the edge and surrendering to his command.

Fisher kneels, lifts my sundress, and swipes his tongue along my aching slit. “Should we see if I can get ya there in eight seconds?”

“Oh my God.” My eyelashes flutter closed as I brace myself against his shoulder and the counter behind me.

After a few moments of him sucking my clit and licking my pussy, he grabs my thigh and lifts it over his shoulder.

“Hang on so I can worship this cunt like the goddess you are. Start countin’.”

I barely have time to register his words before he shoves his whole face between my folds. The way he devours me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m already aware of how addicted I could get to this.

I dig my nails into his thick hair. The roughness of his facial hair scratching against my skin is everything I imagined it’d be. My clit pulses against his tongue as a fresh wave of electricity hits me.

“Fisher, that’s so…holy shit.” Erratic breathing and moaning are all that follow my words as my ability to speak vanishes.

He works my pussy with his fingers, tongue, and mouth like an expert painter creating another masterpiece. His attention and ability to have me wanting to crumple to my knees is like nothing I’ve experienced before.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

He lifts my leg higher, nearly making my unbalanced ass fall, but his hold on me is tight and secure. Fisher controls every inch of my body while bursts of pleasure shoot down my spine.

“Count the seconds, baby.” The rough edge of his voice has me melting into a puddle.

“One, two, three…” My eyes roll to the back of my head, unable to continue. “Four, five.”

As I teeter toward the edge, nearly falling right off the cliff, Fisher pulls back and releases my clit.

A strangled whine escapes my throat I hadn’t meant for him to hear, but Fisher smirks up at me as if he’s impressed.

“I can’t fuckin’ get enough. You taste so sweet.”

“Then why’d ya stop? I was almost there!”

Three more seconds.

“Trust me.” He winks before sinking his fingers back inside me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as his lips replace my clit again, and I feel that intense sensation take hold once more.

“Yes, don’t stop. Please.”

“Six.” The intense buildup nearly takes over all my senses. I brace for impact just as Fisher pulls away again.

“No!” I nearly cry at the loss. “Stop doin’ that!”

His nose brushes along my bare thigh, and his scruffy chin scratches my skin. “Almost, sweetheart.”

“Stop teasin’ me,” I say, remembering his earlier words. He warned me I’d be begging for it and that I’d be ready to die by the time he lets me come. “If I have to do it myself because you’re incompetent, then I will.”

“You put your fingers anywhere near your pussy, I’ll tie your wrists back and leave ya in here.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I said I wouldn’t murder you. Never said I wouldn’t leave you orgasm-starved.”

“At that point, just end my misery and strangle me.”

He shakes his head, chuckling with amusement. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you exactly what ya need.”

Fisher sets my foot down and then stands. “Turn around and brace yourself on the counter. Then widen those legs for me.”

I obey like the desperate sex-starved woman I am. As soon as I’m in position, he drops to his knees and spreads my ass cheeks, exposing me in a way I’d normally feel embarrassed. But with Fisher, I don’t care what he sees or does to me as long as he finally gives me the release I need.

“Please, Fisher,” I say, not in the least bit ashamed to beg.

With my body leaned over as far as I can go, he dives back between my thighs and scratches every sensitive area his mouth touches. I can hardly take it as I focus on the sensations and the movements of his tongue.

“Seven.”

His nose presses into me, adding to the friction.

He moans against my skin as he holds my clit hostage between his lips. Between the sensations of his tongue and the friction of his face rubbing against me, I soar off the cliff and scream as I ride the electric waves that take me to a place I’ve never been before.

“Eight.”

Heaving breaths release from my chest as I try to take hold of myself.

“Fuck, Noah. You came so hard. You’re shaking.” Fisher soothes his hands down my legs as if he knows I need comforting.

My heart hammers to the erratic sounds of my breathing, and even when I try to get it under control, I can’t. I’ve never been pushed toward the edge and pulled back like the way he did. By the time he let me fall, my body was so worked up, it’s taking everything in me to come back down.

Fisher spins me around and pulls me to his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around me. “Are ya okay?”

I chuckle at how silly this is. “Yeah. I think so.”

“You’ve never come like that before,” he says, but his tone isn’t judgmental. It’s filled with kindness and understanding.

“Not to that…extent. And not for a lack of trying.”

“I’m glad I got to give that to you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead like a tender lover. “Whoever you’ve been with in the past clearly didn’t provide what you needed.”

“You’ve ruined me for all other men now. I hope you’re happy.” My tone is firm but not serious. Though it’s true. No way will a guy my age have that level of skill. And have me counting the seconds during it.

“I won’t apologize for that.”

I laugh, but it dies off when he brings his mouth down on mine. “See how good you taste? You’re the one who’s ruined me for a lifetime.”

He kisses me again, and we’re lost in each other until sirens blast in the air, causing us to frantically break apart.

“Holy shit.” I gasp. “It’s security.”

Fisher quickly locks the door. Instinctively, I drop to the floor. He follows suit but then pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me. Although they aren’t legit police officers, they could still call us in for trespassing.

“Someone probably heard ya screamin’,” he whispers in my ear, and I fight the urge to laugh at the irony. “Probably thought someone was bein’ murdered out here instead of gettin’ their cunt devoured.”

He huffs when I elbow him in the gut.

“That’s not funny,” I whisper-hiss. “My parents will murder me if I have to call them after midnight to bail me out of jail.”

Considering the times I’ve not ended up in jail, you’d think they’d give me a pass for the one time I did, but I sincerely doubt it.

Luckily, the large window used for taking orders and serving food is closed, but the windshield is exposed. If the officer peeks through it, we’re doomed.

“Stay calm,” he tells me when I shiver in his arms. “I’m sure he’s just doin’ a routine check and will leave soon.”

“Then why did he turn on his sirens?” I keep my voice low.

“He probably heard somethin’ and thought it’d chase off whoever was out here,” he says.

My heart is about to beat right out of my chest, and then I won’t have to worry about getting caught because I’ll be dead.

The doorknob jiggling makes me jump, and Fisher covers my mouth.

He moves his lips against my ear. “Shh.”

This is it.

How I get a record and get sent to jail.

Breaking and entering private property and violating a million kitchen health codes.

At least I got a mind-blowing orgasm before I had to trade in my cowboy boots for an orange jumpsuit.

The doorknob stops moving, and I blow out a relieved breath.

We sit in silence, waiting, and then a flash of light beams through the windshield. Oh God. They’re going to see us sitting here and put me in cuffs.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

All for oral.

Really good oral.

Still, I’m never going to hear the end of this. As soon as my parents are called, my brothers, Magnolia, and everyone in Sugarland Creek will hear what I did.

And worse, my clients might replace out too.

Who’s going to hire a horse trainer with a criminal record?

“Anyone in there?” a man calls out, and when the light beams across my face, my heart sinks into my stomach.

Here we go.

“Don’t. Move,” Fisher warns in a voice so low, I almost don’t hear him.

Everything around me disappears as I try to sit as still as possible.

The bright flashlight dances around the truck, and I hold my breath until it finally goes dark again.

After a few silent minutes, I exhale.

“I think he left,” I say.

“We should go.” Fisher stands, holding out his hand for me. When I take it and get to my feet, I fix my dress, smooth my hair, and grab my bag.

“Do ya think we messed up anythin’ in here?” I quickly look around. Nothing seems out of place, but there’s not much time to consider that.

“Looks fine to me. C’mon.” Fisher unlocks the door and holds it open for me to step out.

As soon as I do, a light blinds me.

Fuck.