Page 14 of Chasing Bandit

We finished dinner, me mostly in silence, analyzing Stevie’s every move as she tried her best to act normal. She wore her emotions on her face, if she was happy, the world knew. If she was mad, I knew because it was usually anger directed towards me. She never concealed anything, and that’s how I knew that right now she was pretending.

Stevie offered to clear the table so that Nash and Jovie could go on their nightly walk around the pond. I volunteered to help her. In the kitchen, while we rinsed dishes and loaded the dishwasher, neither of us said a word. Something was definitely wrong.

“You good?” I asked, bad at sensitivity but curious to know what had her so deep in thought.

She jumped, as if she hadn’t realized I’d been there the whole time. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” She waved her hands dramatically, a tiny bit of her quick wit and snappy personality sliding back into place, but something was still missing behind the softness of her voice.

“You just damn near jumped out of your skin like you didn’t even realize I was here cleaning up with you.”

She rolled her eyes and pressed the button to start the dishwasher. “You’re crazy, Wylie.” But the words didn’t roll off her tongue like they usually did. She was holding something back, and I was a detective, hot on the case.

“You up for a late-night swim? I’m not ready to go back to Cameron ranch just yet.” I grabbed two bottles of Bud Light from the fridge and pointed them toward the deck where the pool was filled with the floaties from earlier in the day.

She nodded, still lost in her head and whatever was on her mind. “Sure. Give me a few minutes while I go change into my swimsuit.”

She swiped her phone from the kitchen counter and headed towards the guest room where she was staying while I walked out onto the deck.

I twisted the top off of one of the beers and settled into a chair while I watched the last rays of the sunset slip off beyond the horizon. My mind twisted with thoughts about the arranged marriage I needed to enter into and what could be upsetting Stevie.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Figuring it was Red, asking where I was at, I slid it out only to find a text from Stevie instead.

Stevie: Can you come here, please? I need help with something in my room.

Chapter 10 – Wylie

“What the fuck now,” I grumbled to myself as I left the beer and headed back inside to the guestroom where Stevie was staying. The door was closed with no light peeking out from under the crack.

"What's going on, Stevie?" I demanded as my fist pounded against the wood. For all I knew, she had a shelf or something that she needed me to help her hang.

“Come in,” she said.

I barged through the door, completely unprepared for what I was walking into. There was Stevie, standing in the middle of the same damn guest bedroom that she’d slept in when she’d come to visit during Thanksgiving five months ago, but this time she was wearing nothing, but a matching bra and panties set. Red with lace so sheer that I could see her pussy straining to burst free.

“Stevie…” I cautioned as I stood frozen in the doorway, “what’s going on?”

She shrugged as if she wasn't one of the most beautiful women in the world standing almost naked in front of me offering her body like dessert. “I’m in the mood, figured you would be too.”

“Stevie,” I cautioned again though I was already hard as steel, aching to be back inside of her, my mind and body at war with one another, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just trying to fuck," she said blankly as she spun around so I could see that the back of her panties was thong style. Her ass cheeks were like two round, plump ovals that I wanted to spank firmly before massaging away the sting. She scooped the long, blonde curls that she'd taken down off of her shoulders and tied them up into that messy bun I liked while pushing out her hips slightly to give me a perfect view of an ass I'd appreciated many times during my recent fantasies.

I wasn’t sure whether she'd walked backwards towards me, or I'd walked forward toward her but suddenly, her body was neatly pressed against mine, her head rested in the crook of my neck as I felt her soft curves move into my hard length with a sigh. My hands reached around the curve of her hips and found her front as I held her in place firmly while she rocked her hips back and forth into an easy slow grind.

My voice dropped lower as I brought my lips to her earlobe and nipped gently, “You’ve got something going on, Stevie, I can see it in your eyes. It's not normal for someone to quit their job and life to move to Lonestar Junction, even if you say you're doing it for your family. I don't want to add to whatever pain that I saw behind your eyes tonight. I’m not a good guy. I’m not boyfriend material and I get why you sent me away when I came to Houston looking for you foolishly a few months ago,” I responded cautiously as she turned around to face me.

She looked too damn good in that matching lingerie set. Her nipples pebbled through the rough lacy fabric that pressed against my chest. I wanted to reach out and take one roughly behind my knuckles, just to watch her moan and squirm. I looked away instead so that I wouldn't be tempted to rip the lingerie off her body.

“I’m such a bad guy that I almost don’t care that you're clearly working through something tonight. Almost. I'm not doing anything with you when you have that sadness behind your eyes, Stevie.”

She pushed one of her thick lips out into a pout. “You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m completely sober. I’m just… horny and you’re the most convenient person around to scratch an itch I have. Don’t flatter yourself. I’d do this with anyone who was staying here.”

Her words were defiant, but I heard the edge of pain behind them. Normally I'd be angry if she suggested I was replaceable but tonight I could hear the hurt in her words. She reached behind her before I could say anything more, unhooked her bra and released it, revealing two full, round, mounds of beauty and temptation.

Damn it, she’s not making being a good guy easy right now.

“Fuck me, Bandit you’re making me think bad things…” I cautioned as she reached her hands gently between those two hills of warm flesh and into that deep cavern of skin, dipping her nails beneath before reaching her arms up overhead into a stretch and smile.

“So be bad, Wylie. I already know you are. I don't want you to be anything but what you are,” she purred.

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