Page 35 of Chasing Bandit

I drove us down the familiar back roads, away from the structured living and into the uncharted. Stevie sat close beside me in my truck, her hand resting lightly on my thigh.

We turned onto a dirt path off the main highway that wasn't noticeable unless you were looking for it or if you were a 16-year-old boy, looking for some trouble. The tires kicked up mud and gravel, as I rolled down the windows and stole a glance at Stevie, her laughter filling the cab as we bounced along the rugged terrain.

"Where the hell are you taking me, Wylie Cameron and why are the windows down?" she laughed.

I splashed through another large puddle, flinging mud all over the truck and in through the window as she squealed.

"You ready to go mudding, Bandit?" I asked as she nodded eagerly, and we took off.

Through the winding, mud-soaked roads we went as I twisted the steering wheel back and forth, spinning a tornado of mud all around us that had our wedding outfits completely coated with the brown mess. Stevie clung to my arm tightly as she laughed so hard, tears rolled down her face.

By the time we were sufficiently coated, I drove us back out to the main highway and to Cameron ranch. Walking around to the passenger side door, I scooped her muddy body out and took her around back to the outdoor shower perched near the deck.

"You look beautiful just like this." I stepped back to admire her. There was mud caked in her hair, eye lashes, and coating every inch of her body.

She put her hand behind her head and dropped her hip, striking a funny pose.

I stepped forward and carefully stripped the bridesmaid dress from her body, then her bra and underwear, taking a moment to admire the only flesh that was untouched by mud. Her nipples puckered as the cooler night air hit them.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing this view,” I murmured.

I turned the shower nob on to warm up the water then undressed myself before guiding us both under the steady stream. I took my time, using my hands to scrub and memorize every curve of her body, neck, chest, hips and especially between her thighs where my hands lingered longer. When my thumb found her clit, I rubbed it in circles as she squirmed underneath my touch.

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees to face me and pulled my hips closer to her face. I stroked the smooth skin of my cock upwards firmly and pointed it at her lips. “You think you can take this Bandit?”

“There’s no way I can fit all of that in my mouth, but I'd like to try.”

I threw my head back in laughter. “I’ve seen that mouth open wider in shock; I bet you'll do a fine job.”

She nodded eagerly, wet her lips, and arched her back into the water. Out came her tongue, swirling on the tip of me before dipping into the slit to lick up some of the glistening precum. She wrapped her lips tightly around my swollen crown and hollowed out her cheeks as she worked to take me inward.

She didn't get very far, there was too much of me to go around, but she grabbed the base and fisted me as she worked an inch in at a time down that pretty throat I wanted to fuck. One of my hands braced myself against the house wall behind her with the other threaded through her golden hair, gently guiding her up and down.

“That’s a good Bandit, you look so pretty on your knees like this.”

A few more bobs and she was gagging and spitting as she took me as far as she could. My body tensed and legs shuddered before I gave her one last warning.

“You want me to come on your tits or on the floor, Bandit?”

“My mouth” she garbled.

I let out a string of cuss words before unleashing my warm seed down her throat in a stream of relief.

Chapter 26 – Stevie

Everything was set for the grand opening of Nourish Co-op next week, earlier than originally planned. The late August day was surprisingly cooler than usual in Texas as I sorted through gift baskets in the co-op offices, preparing for the first-day giveaways we'd planned.

I moved to the printer to create the badges for the six volunteers we had starting on Monday, including the new manager I planned to hire later this week. As the printer began its noises, zipping back and forth across the slick pages, I heard the front door jingle, signaling a new visitor.

Assuming it was Wylie, here to pick me up for dinner, I paused the machine and headed into the packing area. To my dismay, the face I encountered was one that I had hoped to never to see again.

“Charles,” I said, trying to conceal my shock at seeing him in Lonestar Junction while taking a wobbly step backwards. Unfortunately, he noticed my fear and surprise at his presence as he progressed forward with a wicked grin.

“Well, if it isn’t my beautiful ex-girlfriend, Stevie Vector.”

“I’m not your ex,” I spat out as I moved backwards again, this time my back bumped into the countertop that separated the kitchen from the packing area.

I panickily took inventory of the items within my grasp that I could defend myself with and realized nothing was nearby. The kitchen knives were on the other side of the room and there was no way I’d make it to them before Charles would surely grab ahold of me.

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