Page 32 of Psycho

Lumber snack, if you will.

“Why would I take you to a train station?” He asked, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

“It’s a Yellowstone reference.” I said, but no recognition lit up in his eyes, “You know, the Kevin Costner cowboy show out in Montana?” Still nothing, and outrage was growing the longer he acted like he hadn’t seen the show. “Cowboys, bunkhouse pokernights, barrel racing girls up to no good, and Beth Dutton. Are you fucking serious right now? You’ve never seen it?”

He shook his head with a small smirk, “Can’t say as I have.”

“Oh, we are so watching it when we get home.” I felt responsible for broadening his horizons into the crazy twists and turns of the drama.

“Whatever you say, Storm.” He adjusted himself in his seat as we rounded a dark curve in the back country road. “But let’s enjoy our night here first.”

I watched as a warm glow lit up the night sky as we neared a remote place that looked like a random empty field in the middle of nowhere. “This is most definitely a train station moment.”

“It’s a carnival.” He scoffed, still not understanding the reference. “A haunted carnival, actually. But now I’m wondering if I should have asked if you liked spooky stuff first.”

My heart swelled in my chest as he followed the flaggers and parked in the dark field outside of the event. “I love spooky stuff.” I whispered as I looked at the unique attractions on the other side of the gate. When I finally looked away from the sparkly lights and back over at him across the dark truck cab, he was watching me with a strange look on his face. “What?”

“It’s kind of our first date.” He smiled softly, “But I’ve never actually taken a woman out on a first date before.”

I felt a wave of affection wash over me as the burly man showed his tender side, his smile gentle, a warmth emanating from him that felt uniquely directed at me. “To be honest, I haven’t been on an official first date before either. It’s a first for both of us.”

“And a last.” He leaned over the console and ran his fingers over my cheek, drawing my face toward his. “Because you’re mine for good now, Storm.”

“I like the sound of that.” I whispered against his lips before he kissed me tenderly and gently, letting me take more and deepenit as I wanted. When he allowed me to have full control over our touches like that, it felt as if I was in charge of the giant man, although we were both aware of his ability to dominate me at any time. And I’d honestly fold for him in any way he asked me to. The fact that he never made me, did something to my feminine side.

Something warm and tingly.

“Let’s go in before I end up driving us back home instead.” He growled against my lips. “This skirt you wore is already tempting me to lift it and see what you have on under it.” He dragged his fingers up my thigh over the decorative lace fishnets I was wearing under my tan and black flannel wrap skirt.

I dragged my nails down his cheek through his beard, drawing a deep groan from his chest like a satisfied kitten. “Mmh, play your cards right, big guy, and I might let you find out in a dark corner before the night is over.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He grinned in the darkness before opening his door and getting out. I learned the first time we rode together that he got offended if I opened the door, so I watched him walk around the front of his truck, admiring the power and grace in his walk as he got to my side.

“You’re incredibly sexy.” I blurted when he opened my door, and he raised his brow in surprise. “Like it should be illegal to look so damn good.”

He rolled his eyes, holding his hand out for me and helping me down. When my feet were on the ground, he caged me in against the side of his truck and pressed his body against mine. “Says the woman giving me innocent schoolgirl fantasies mixed with dirty stripper vibes.” He dropped his eyes to the cleavage showing above my white sweater and licked his lips. “I can’t wait to act them out on you before the night is through.”

“Mmh,” I moaned, running my hands over his broad chest and rounding my eyes to look young and innocent. “Mr. Renner, I’ll be your good girl.”

He growled, pulling me off the truck and put his arm over my shoulders, in his signature move, nestling me into his side as we walked toward the loud noises and lights. “That’s a shame, because I was thinking that thick ass would look good with my handprint on it.”

“Fuck.” I moaned, and he tipped his head back and chuckled as we joined the crowd, leaving me unable to act on the need to feel his hand spank my ass in some sexy role play scene.

I’d behave while we were surrounded by other people, but when I got him alone, all the bets were off.

Just like my panties already were.

Iknew what I was doing, Maddox was easy to read as I tipped my head back, dangling yet another piece of fried dough into my mouth and licking the powdered sugar off my lips. Maddox stared at me as I closed my eyes, moaned, and savored the taste.

The man loved feeding me.

And as a big girl, I should have been worried he was some chubby chaser for it, but he was such a big man himself that I didn’t worry one second about the calories as he saw to every craving and temptation as we walked through the carnival.

In his eyes, I saw a complete absence of the judgment I’d come to expect, a look that melted away the doubts planted by men of the past.

Maddox fucking loved my body. I knew that much.

And I deserved to love it too, for once in my life. Even my outfit was revealing in terms of a lot of thick thighs and tits were on display, while fitting in with the New England fall fashion.

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