Request: Andy Barber & Baby Girl having sex during a thunderstorm.
Through the Storm
Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.
Warnings: Astraphobia, Smut, Anxious Reader, Dominant Andy, Manhandling, Fingering, Spanking, CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), Safe Sex, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Finally finished this WIP! This request takes place early in Andy and Reader's relationship. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series, but can also be read as a standalone. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
You stare out into the backyard, watching sheets of slanted rain pelt against your boyfriendâs newly installed patio. While it wasnât much, it was enough to give the compact enclosed space the cozy feel it had long been missing. Youâd even helped him with the landscaping, much to your chagrin.Â
Andy had been quick to learn that while you enjoyed gardening you were also terrified of virtually all things creepy crawly, like bees. Especially bees. Your man hadnât known what to make of that one, which had certainly made for an entertaining afternoon.Â
A loud crash of thunder suddenly booms overhead, startling you so bad that you nearly drop the bottle of water in your hands. You fucking hated thunderstorms, a fun little nugget that you had yet to share with the man who was currently waiting for you to join him upstairs.Â
Truth be told, you hadnât even planned on staying over tonight. You were supposed to be home by the time the storm rolled in, tucked away safe and sound on your couch. All the while clutching your stuffed bear, Mr. Sprinkles, for dear life and watching your favorite comfort films until Mother Nature decided she was done with her tantrum.
But dinner with friends had gone long and then the show had started late. Well, the dinner itself hadnât actually been with friends â more like one of his work colleagues. But the guyâs wife had been nice enough. And after enjoying one last round of drinks, you four had wandered across the street to take-in a production of Aladdin on Broadway.Â
Of course musicals werenât really your thing, but since it was a childhood favorite of yours youâd been all for it. Your boyfriend didnât know how much of a Disney fan you really were. Which was okay. Because he was older, more mature. And as such, you always tried to come off more sophisticated than what you actually were.
Heâd already been married once before and had a child. One heâd lost a few years back. You two had yet to actually have a true conversation about that one but you were almost certain it was coming.
It had to be, right? Because it wasnât like you both could skirt around the topic forever. But, at the same time, itâs also not like you could be the one to bring up. Like, how would a conversation like that even go?Â
Exactly. It wouldnât. Because you couldnât. It wasnât your place.Â
So, you would allow that door to remain shut for as long as it took to allow him to open it and guide you through. You could be patient.Â
Alright fine. You would make yourself be patient. And until then you would keep trying to demonstrate the right amount of emotional maturity needed to prove that you could be a good partner and support system. Or at least a little worldlier than you probably came off. Â
But all of that would be pretty hard to do if Andrew Barber knew that you were secretly afraid of thunderstorms. He wouldnât get it and you would only end up tripping all over yourself if you tried to explain. Which meant that you had to make a decision.
Either you could be brave and climb the stairs so you could crawl into bed â his bed â wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. Or you could sneak upstairs, grab your clothes, and dash out your manâs front door into the night like a madwoman and hope that he would be too stunned to chase you down.Â
âWhatcha doinâ down there, Baby Girl?â Andy bellows from up above, making you jump.
âNothâcoming!â You shout back as you pad towards the stairs, still trying your best to devise a plan. Andrew Barber was deceptively fast, which meant running was out. So you were most likely gonna have to suck it up until he fell asleep and then you would be free to tremble in peace.Â
The cityâs hottest attorney could not know that he was dating the worldâs biggest scaredy cat. If he ever found out, you might never recover from the embarrassment. Â
You find yourself holding your breath as you round the corner before stepping inside Andyâs bedroom. Your man looks up from his phone when he notices that youâve finally joined him. A warm smile spreads across his handsome features as he leans back, allowing his big body to relax against the frame.Â
âThought I was gonna have to come looking for you.â His husky purr sends a tiny shiver coursing through you, all the way down to your toes. Â
âUh, nope. Here I am.â Your eyes stray towards your overnight bag nestled innocently in the corner. Because if you werenât mistaken you were also beginning to sweat. âBut I was thinking that maybe I ought to â nooope!âÂ
An loud, unexpected clap of thunder has you diving towards the bed with a shriek. You seek refuge under the blankets, ignoring the sounds of a bewildered Andy calling your name. He tries to lift up the edge of the comforter, but you refuse to let go.Â
At this point, you have no desire to acknowledge just how ridiculous you were being at that very moment. Because you were scared.
And also a smidge mortified.
âUm, honey..?â Andy works to keep his tone light. âWhatâs going on?â He pauses briefly as one big hand comes to rest on what he assumes must be your head. âAre you okay?â
âYep!â You squeak out, clutching the blanket even tighter around you. âBut Iâm also really, really sorry.â
âSorry for what?â Again he tugs at the edge of your makeshift shield, prompting you to try and roll away. âYou havenât done anything â can you at least look at me? Please.â
âUm, IâŚI donât think so. No.â Your words come out slightly muffled.
Youâre rewarded with a heavy sigh followed by a brief moment of silence. Although youâre not sure what you expected him to say, youâre still surprised by what comes next.
âWell, if you wonât come out, then I guess that means Iâll just have to come under there then, wonât I?â
Fine by you. Because you were pretty sure that you were only seconds away from dying of embarrassment anyhow.
âKay.â   Â
âLet me in, princess.âÂ
Relief fills him when he sees you finally relax your grip. Seconds later he joins you under the blankets, cocooning you both within the plush softness.  Â
âHey.â Andy breathes as his eyes strain to adjust to the light.
âHey.â
As if of its own accord, one of his hands reaches over to gently brush your curls away from your face. A quiet sigh makes its way past your lips as you feel yourself melting into his touch. In a way it acted as an unspoken reminder.Â
You were safe with this man. Which meant it was time to fess up.Â
âUmmâŚâ He makes an exaggerated show of looking around. âWhy are we hiding?â
âBecause.â You whisper, only to flinch when another crack of thunder echoes above.Â
âBecause?â Your man drags out the word. âBecause what? Are youâ?â He cuts himself off before trying again. âIâm gonna guess that all this has something to do with the storm. Am I somewhere in the ballpark?â
His question has hot tears pricking the backs of your eyes.
âI donât like it.â You croak before giving into temptation and burying yourself in his tattoo-covered chest. âIn fact, I hate it.âÂ
Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now.Â
âTheâŚstorm?âÂ
âAll of it.â You confirm as you begin to tremble ever so slightly. âThe lightning, the thunder, the heavy winds, the sound of the rain. Sâtoo much.â
âI see.â Is all he says, even as his hand goes to rest on the small of your back, rubbing in easy, soothing circles.Â
âIâm sorry.â You feel even worse when the tears spill over onto Andyâs bare skin.Â
âHush.â Comes the soft-spoken command, drawing you flush against his much larger body. âThereâs no need to be sorry. I just wish you wouldâve said something earlier. Is that why you were so adamant about going home tonight?â
âMmhm.â
But then your handsome ogre just had to go and be difficult. Â Â Â
âAnd I convinced you to stay.â Andy huffs out a disappointed breath at the same time as he drags his knuckles along your spine. âI shouldâve noticed something was wrong. All I could think about was how much better I sleep whenever youâre next to me.â You can tell heâs annoyed now â not with you â but with himself. âShouldâve thought to ask why you seemed so skittish.â He drops a brief kiss on the top of your head.  Â
âAndyâŚâ
âIâm sorry, Baby Girl.â He grunts, pulling away so that he can get a good look at your face. âNoââ He continues when you open your mouth to interrupt. âI shouldâve been paying better attention. Thatâs on me.â He takes a moment to whisper his sensual, full lips over your own.Â
âItâs okay.â You assure him before pressing a tender kiss on his left pec, just above his heart. âI probably shouldâve said something earlier. It was justâŚI guess I was embarrassed.â You finish with a shrug.Â
âWhy?â He cocks his head to the side as he patiently waits for you to answer. Although it was hard to read his expression in the dark, you knew he was genuinely curious.Â
âBecause itâs a stupid.â You mumble a few seconds later. âItâs stupid and Iâm stupid forââ
âNo itâs not.â Andy swiftly interjects. âAnd no youâre not. So please let that be the last time I hear you refer to yourself that way.â His gruff tone leaves little room for argument, not that you were in the mood anyway. Seconds later, another clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, has you diving back into the safety of his arms.
âFuck.â Pissed at himself, he quickly wraps his arms around you before gently rocking you back and forth in an effort to calm you down. âWhen did it start?â More thunder booms overhead the whole house, loud enough to shake the whole house.Â
Andy frowns when he hears the tiny whimper that escapes your throat. .  Â
âItâs silly.â You warn, even as you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath.Â
âTry me.â
Heâd stay up all night if thatâs what it took to get you to talk. The last thing he wanted was for you to shut down on him. Again. Â
âPlease.â
Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts.Â
âWhâwhen I was a little girl, I couldnât have been more than six or seven, there was this really bad storm. I mean later we would find out that tornadoes had touched down all over the region. But that night â I swear the rain was coming down so hard it sounded like hundreds of baseballs were being pelted against the roof. And the wind was blowing so hard that it kept rattling windows.â
âMmhm.â The small, noncommittal sound rumbles from somewhere deep within his chest, spurring you forward.Â
âSo my dad woke us all up, me and my siblings, and herded us down to the basement. I guess heâd been watching the news and figured weâd be safer there. My mom had laid out blankets and sleeping bags for us. At first it seemed kinda fun â almost like we were camping out.â
Another bright flash of light briefly illuminates the bedroom, but youâre too engrossed in your story to really care. Plus, you had Andy to keep you safe. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen when you were with Andy.
At least not so far.Â
âI could see that.â Your boyfriend affirms, before giving your hip a light squeeze. âBet you probably had a cool sleeping bag.âÂ
âI totally did. I actually had one of those Disney character sleeping bags.â The memory makes you smile as your initial anxiety begins to lessen. âCome to think of it, we all did. But mine had Genie from Aladdin on the front of it. I remember because I got to pick it out myself.âÂ
âI knew I had the right idea when I invited you out tonight.â Andy muses, brushing his mouth against your curls once more.Â
âYeah, Big Man. Iâm a Disney girl. And I sure did love that sleeping bag.â You take a moment to lace your fingers through his, needing the connection. âWhich was why I climbed right on in and let my mother zip me up. At that point, I think my little sister started crying or something, so I let her crawl inside with me. After that she went right to sleep.â
âBut Iâm guessing you didnât.â
âNope.â Your grip on his hand tightens, but your man doesnât pull away. Even so, you allow your thumb to sweetly caress along the ridges of his knuckles. âI stayed wide awake for what felt like hours justâŚlistening. Listening as the wind picked up, as the thunder got louder and louder. Until it became so loud that it sounded like the storm was happening right above our house. And then suddenly there was this crash that shook the entire house â almost like a bomb went off.â   Â
âListen, I know sometimes storms can seemââ
âIt was a tree.â You quietly forge on. âThe storm had knocked down a tree. It fell through the roof, into the room I shared with my sister. Of course nobody was hurt, but ever since then Iâve been terrified of thunderstorms.â You finish, somehow feeling even more foolish than when youâd first started.Â
âHoly shit.â Andy exhales before briefly nuzzling your nose with his own. It was a simple stress touch, nothing more. But at this particular moment, it means everything. âI mean, Iâm sure this probably goes without saying, but Iâm so glad you werenât in there when it happened. You or your sister.â
Wordlessly you nod, still wishing that youâd found a way to make it home tonight after all. Come tomorrow youâd finally bite the bullet and start looking for a therapist. Perhaps it was finally time you found a way to move past some of your childhood trauma. And maybe thenâ
Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep, rich timbre of Andrew Barberâs voice.Â
âIâm afraid of clowns.â Your boyfriend grunts in a very matter of fact tone. âAnd spiders.â He tacks on with a slight grimace. âCanât get near either one of them without breaking into hives.âÂ
âOh.â Is all you can manage, clearly surprised by his sudden openness. You hadnât been expecting that at all. âSo Iâm guessing anything to do with Pennywise is probably â ahh shit!â You cry out when the familiar sound of thunder makes you lose your train of thought, leaving you unable to finish your small attempt at humor.
Almost immediately, you feel two strong arms band themselves around your waist, drawing you closer even as you try your damnedest to scramble away. You throw off the covers before attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed so that you can make a mad dash in the direction of the basement.    Â
âHold on, baby.â Andy growls, wincing when your elbow accidentally connects with his ribs. âJust settle down for a second, okay? Weâre gonna get through this, I promise.â
âNope â Iâm good! Just let me go, please.â Instead of doing as you ask, he flips your bodies, using his considerable weight to keep you still. âIâm serious, Andrew!â You tell him, thumping his back with your fist for good measure.
âHush.â He takes advantage of your positions long enough to glide his lips along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. âJust focus on me â on us â and let everything else fade away.â
Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.
Andy gifts you with a glimpse of his pearly white teeth before slanting his hungry mouth over your own. He moans into the kiss, gently sucking on your bottom lip and releasing it with a slight pop. When you donât respond he does it again, this time tracing the curve of your lips with his sinful tongue.Â
âBut what if â.â
âShh.â Your boyfriend pauses his sensual assault long enough to stare down at you while he braces himself on his forearms. âYou have my word that nothing bad is gonna happen while Iâve got you here, with me, in this bed. Weâre safe, Baby Girl.â He then angles his head to nip along your jaw. âLet me show you.â Â
âDo you trust me?â Where had you heard that before?
âIâŚâ You trail off as he continues to nip at your heated flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive shell of your ear. âYâyes.â
âGood.â
Apparently thatâs all the permission Andrew Barber needs, because the next thing you know heâs sliding one large hand up your thigh, his lightly calloused palm sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to your core. Seconds later, you both are treated to the sounds of tearing fabric.Â
Well, there went your panties. Theyâd been shredded to hell just like every other pair that went before it.Â
Next up is your shirt. He manages to whip it over your head with relative ease before resting his delicious weight on top of you once more. Clad in only his boxers, he makes a show of grinding rapidly hardening cock against your damp pussy.
âAndy.â You whine, wantonly arching your hips in time with his thrusts. âDonât tease me right now.â
âWhy not?â He purrs as a hand moves to fist itself in your hair, wrenching your head back with just enough force to make you feel dizzy with lust.Â
Reaching up, you capture his face between your hands to pull him down for another kiss. The scruff of his neatly trimmed beard feels so good against your skin.
âFuck me, please.â You hiss, seeking a much needed distraction as a flash of lightning threatens to send you running for the hills. Since this man wouldnât let you leave, your next best option was to let him bury his thick cock inside you so hard and so deep until you no longer had the capacity to think.Â
Or walk properly, for that matter.
âYour wish is my command, baby.â Your boyfriend groans as he continues to circle his hips. With that said, he then makes quick work of removing his boxers before tossing him aside in the direction of his hamper. He misses, of course. Which is why you silently vow to pick it up later.
Now freed from its confines, you watch Andyâs impressive manhood immediately spring to attention, lightly smacking his abdomen as it bobs up and down.
Good God, youâd be lying if you said the sight didnât make your mouth water. Â
His mouth curves into a roguish grin as he purposely slides himself between your slippery folds. He revels in your wetness, loving the way your slick coats his aching cock. Shit â if he wasnât careful he risked blowing his load before it was time.Â
Which absolutely would not work. You always came first. That was the rule. There were no exceptions, unless you were playing a game or something.
Reaching over you, Andy grabs a foil packet from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, you lean back on your elbows while he handles his business with the condom. Maybe next time heâd allow you to put it on for him. Youâd always wanted to tryâŚ
You also werenât quite sure of exactly when heâd gone and removed his boxers, but you also werenât complaining either.       Â
âNow, sweetheart.â Your man begins as he takes a hold of your calf, tenderly draping it over his muscled shoulder as the wheel continues to howl outside. âAll youâve gotta do is lay back and focus on how good you feel.â He leans forward so that he can trace his tongue around your nipple before sucking the delicate flesh into his waiting mouth. Â
Your back bows as you thrust your chest forward in silent offering. Andy groans as continues to toy with your pouting nipple before switching to the other. You let out a sharp cry as he brings the pebbled tip in his mouth, lightly pinching it between his teeth just hard enough to make you writhe beneath him.Â
Thatâs part of what always made this feel so good. The way he always seemed to mix pleasure with a little bit of pain.Â
His mouth eventually finds yours again as your hands smooth their way over the blades of his shoulders, allowing you to run your fingers along the contour of his muscles. And when you finally reach the firm globes of his ass, you canât help but giggle as you finally give into the temptation to smack it. Hard.   Â
Just the way he liked it.
âRemember, sweet brat. If Iâm gonna wear your handprint then I think itâs only fair you wear mine too. Understand?â Of course he doesnât wait for you to answer. Instead he maneuvers himself up so that he can expertly flip you over onto your stomach before pulling you up so that youâre now resting on your hands and knees before him.Â
Instinctively you arch your ass in the air, inviting him to make good on his promise. This man loved spanking your ass every chance he got. And whatâs more, you seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did.
âNow be a good girl and put your hands where theyâre supposed to go.âÂ
A small shiver of anticipation courses through as you move to obey. He chuckles softly as he watches your eager fingers grip the headboard. Later he would tell you how proud of you he was in that moment, that he was honored by your faith in his ability to distract you from the violent storm taking place right outside his window.
It meant the world that you trusted him enough to take care of you at a time like this.Â
âFuck, youâre perfect.â Andy purrs as the heavy weight of his palm comes down on your upturned rear with just enough force to make your naughty pussy gush. Unable to stop it, you canât help the groan you emit when he does it again, loving the way he kneads and caresses your most intimate curves. Â
âSo are you.âÂ
Your body jerks when he decides to focus his attention on your greedy little cunt. Nimble fingers spear you open as they between your glistening folds to tease your throbbing clit. Itâs not long before your hips begin moving in time with his ministrations.Â
Soon your eyes flutter closed as you bear down, shamelessly grinding yourself against his calloused palm. At first, Andy is content to simply watch as you slowly work yourself into a frenzy.
Because this time, when the sound of thunder crackles throughout the room, you barely react. In fact, you hardly hear it. Youâre too engrossed in the pleasure, too caught up in just how good your man is making you feel, to remember to be afraid.Â
âEasy, greedy girl.â Andy hums after another beat goes by before finally removing his hand. The fucking bastard.
âNooo!â You whine, hating the way your impending orgasm lingers just out of reach.
"Yeees.â Thereâs a slight mocking edge to his tone that has you glancing over your shoulder to shoot him a glare.Â
âSwear to God youâre so fucking beautiful. Even when youâre trying to turn me into dust.â He winks at you then before allowing his hands to settle on your hips. Goosebumps pebble across your sweat-dampened flesh when you feel the head of his impressive cock nudge at your entrance.
âPlease.Please.Please.â That one word is whispered over and over, like a fervent prayer.Â
Just then, a stroke of lightning brightens the room, treating you to a fleeting glimpse of your man right as he thrusts himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as he forces you to take every deliciously thick inch of his cock, stretching your tight pussy until you canât help clench around him.    Â
Andy starts off slow, gradually building up the pace as your velvety walls continue to milk him for all heâs worth. His fingers dig into your curves as you rear back to match his movements. Soon, he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper.Â
âSâgood, Andy!Fuuuck!â You moan as Andy continues fucking you into oblivion. âYes!Harder, pleeease!â
âMy baby wants it harder?â He growls, adjusting his position to give you exactly what you asked for. A desperate sob bubbles up from your throat, prompting you to bury your face in a nearby pillow.
Too bad your man is having none of it. Â Â Â Â Â Â
âOh no.â One large hand moves to wrap itself around the delicate column of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your pulse spike. âYou donât get to hide that pretty face from me. Not tonight.â He grunts before allowing his free arm to encircle your waist to haul you against the hard wall of his chest.Â
A hand soon finds its way to your breast. He lifts the tempting weight, before plucking at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, evoking the most exquisite sensations.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Baby Girl.â Andy rasps, tweaking his angle so that he can find your spot. âSo good. Told you Iâd keep you safe.â The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo throughout the room, creating an erotic tempo. âWould never let anything bad happen to you.âÂ
Your boyfriendâs Boston accent grows thicker and more pronounced with each passing second â letting you know that heâs close to losing control. Thatâs when you decide to push him closer to the brink by reaching behind you to pull his head down for a kiss. Itâs hot, wet, and deep. And by the time you both come up for air your heart is hammering in your chest.Â
âIâŚI know.â And you did know.
Tipping your chin back, you allow your walls to flutter around his fat cock, making him twitch. Your core begins to spasm as you feel the coil in your belly tighten even more. Andy makes sure to keep a tight hold on your sweat-slicked body as his lips continue to whisper kisses along the curve of your jaw. Â
White hot pleasure dances along your skin, meanwhile Andyâs thrusts continue to grow more and more erratic with each passing minute. One of your hands slips from the headboard to help keep you upright.Â
âCum, princess. Give it to me.â He snarls through clenched teeth before reaching down to deliver a slap to your pussy. It feels so good that you beg him to do it again and again. âBe a good girl and fucking cum!â
Thatâs all you need to hear before you go tumbling over the edge and into bliss. âFuck!Fuck!Fuck!â Ecstasy slices through you, making you cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. Thank goodness there was a storm going on outside, otherwise someone mightâve taken it upon themselves to call the police. Â
Chest heaving, you continue bouncing on your manâs cock. He felt so amazing it bordered on obsession. And you knew heâd feel even better once you had him in your mouth. Andy shudders behind you, his big body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Â
Completely spent, you both flop down on the bed. Youâre both naked and sweaty, but neither of you really cares all that much. You curl up in his arms, resting on his chest so that you can listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.Â
âYou okay?â Andy murmurs a little while later when he notices that your eyes have begun to droop. âDo you need me toââ
âMmâŚâ You purr, stretching your arms above your head as you stifle a lawn. âIâm thinking I need some more of that. Like tonight.âÂ
You grow quiet once you realize that you no longer hear the sound of the rain. Or the wind. Or the thunder. All is as it should be. Thank goodness.
âGive me ten minutes to refuel and Iâm all yours.â He grunts before disposing of his used condom in a nearby garbage can..Â
âThank you.â You mumble, feeling your cheeks heat. âFor tonight, for what you did.â
âNot sure if I did much of anything.â Andy smiles down at you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with sincerity. âYouâre always safe with me, princess. So just relax."
âI believe you, Andy. But the storm â"
âIs about over. We fucked right through it, baby.â You donât have to look up at him to know that heâs got some kind of shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. "But most of all, thank you for trusting me with your secret.â
âThank you for not laughing.â Your hand reaches up to stroke your knuckles along his bearded jaw.Â
âHm.â Andy mutters. âMaybe next time weâll have to try making love in the rain. What do you think, princess?â
âUm, baby steps, Andrew.â You counter, expertly dodging his first question. âLetâs go smaller. Iâm talking waaay smaller.â
âFine. Iâll settle for a kiss during a light drizzle.â Your boyfriend concedes, laughter and warmth suffusing his tone.Â
âConsider it done, handsome.â You mumble as sleep threatens to overtake you.
Later, Andy would tell you that he let you fall asleep that night on purpose. Your earlier anxiety had really done a number on you, which is why he was content to let you rest. Instead of complaining, he holds you close, silently willing his heart to beat in time with your own.Â
And when you wake in the middle of the night, cocooned in the safety of your manâs arms, you know without question that you are cherished beyond measure.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, allowing her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide with feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest held up the bookmark that was still in her grasp, her unspoken question left hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would've wasted trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide as youâd feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest holds up the bookmark thatâs still in her grasp, her unspoken question hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would waste trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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How does Andy handle it when he is horny and baby girl is on her period? What about Ari and bird?
To answer your question, neither man is the least bit squeamish about being with or around their lady while she's on her period. The same holds true for sex.
And while they understand that it might take a fair bit of coaxing to convince their girl to hit the sheets, they also know how to be patient and bide their time.
Both Andy and Ari have been known to make a compelling case regarding the benefits of period sex - and neither is afraid to cite their sources. Not only that, but they'll do whatever they can to make sure their partner is comfortable with the idea.
Whether it's offering to put a towel down, or suggesting that they move the proceedings to the shower to ease their minds about any potential mess, they're willing to go to any lengths to get their fix.
However, if either Bird or Baby Girl says "no" and means it, they will settle for cuddles. For more about how each man would react to his woman being on her cycle, check out Fallen (ft. Andy Barber) or Creep (ft. Ari Levinson).
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In the Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson series which I know you wrote a long time ago. Did the girls ever safeword them during a spanking or refuse to talk to them after a spanking bc they are fed up with the matenice spankings?
Wow! I haven't thought about those stories in a while. Hmm...
They did eventually safeword - separately though. It opened up the door for each of them to have a conversation about the frequency of their spankings, as well as the need for punishments in general.
This ultimately resulted in them having more of a say in their, ah, discipline. And while this didn't totally eliminate the need for maintenance spankings, it did reduce the overall frequency.
Thanks for the ask!
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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Three - Teaser
Summary: Andrew Barber appears to be taking this whole break-up thing in stride, which leaves you feeling more than a little suspicious. Check out Part One and Part Two.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI
A/N: The following is only a teaser. The full story is coming soon. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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You take a sip of your drink, inwardly wishing that it possessed a little more of a burn as it slides down your throat.Â
Perhaps you ought to try switching to whiskey.
Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, you take a moment to scan the room. Hoping to confirm a certain personâs whereabouts. It doesnât take long to spot him standing in the corner of the room, laughing and schmoozing with several of his colleagues.
Andrew Stephen Barber. The one man who currently had you mad enough to spit nails. Fucking handsome piece of shit.Â
He even has the nerve to smile at you when you accidentally manage to lock eyes. And then he holds up his drink in a silent toast. But to what, exactly?
To him being a domineering ogre? Or better yet, how about him being an unbelievably manipulative asshole?Â
Yeah. Youâd be down to toast to either one of those.
You turn away with a slight âhmphâ, muttering a few choice words under your breath as you resume looking around for another friendly face. No, you would not be switching over to whiskey. That perfectly coiffed bastard would be all too happy to see you sipping on his preferred choice of spirits.Â
These events had never been your kind of thing. However, when youâd started dating Andy, youâd come to realize that these types of invitations had a tendency to land on his desk on a fairly regular basis.Â
Eventually, heâd confessed that he wasnât a big fan of them either. But since he always felt obligated to attend, you had found yourself agreeing to be his constant plus-one. Together, youâd found a way to make gatherings like these at least somewhat bearable.Â
Even fun, on occasion.Â
Sometimes you two would sneak off for a quickie in the bathroom. Or, youâd dip out early to snag some takeout, followed by a romantic stroll around the harborwalk. Regardless of which option you chose, it gave you something to look forward toâŚ
Unlike tonight. Because tonight was going to be spent dodging Bostonâs District Attorney and his wandering hands. It was going to be spent avoiding unnecessary eye contact and maintaining a socially acceptable amount of personal space. And if that wasnât enough, then you were going to â
âWell, look who it is.â A voice declares.
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone waving a hand in front of your face. Feeling slightly thrown, you give a quick shake of your head, eliciting a small chuckle from the person now standing in front of you.Â
âAnybody in there?â The question is followed by a low whistle. Wait. You knew that voice. And whatâs more, you wished you didnât. Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing, you offer up a tight smile.
It belonged to none other than your local State Representative, Robert Porter. Youâd met him a while back at another charity function. Things between you and your man had been much better back then, but at the time you couldnât help but notice the way Andy had kept a proprietary grip on your waist virtually the entire time he was in your presence.Â
You hadnât really questioned it all that much, especially since you knew that Andy could be fairly territorial â whether the situation called for it or not. But then again, Robert had also given off a certain vibe that night. The kind of vibe that had caught your attention.
For all the wrong reasons.
Youâd heard about the guy long before youâd ever come face to face with him. It had been hard to miss him on the campaign trail, what with all of his commercials taking up ad space on station airwaves for what felt like every five minutes. He was good looking â probably somewhere in his late thirties â with a winning smile and a strong note of ambition.Â
There were also rumors swirling that he had his sights set on running for the governorship once heâd fulfilled his duties on this circuit. But for all of his perceived charm and affability, you couldnât shake that gut feeling that there was something off about the man. And while you couldnât quite put your finger on exactly what it was that had your hackles raisedâŚÂ
You also werenât really in the mood to figure it out any time soon. There was already one complicated man in your life, which was more than enough.
They all seemed to require a lot of care and feeding. And you simply didnât have the energy for it these days.          Â
âUm, hello.â You stammer out, angling your body to gauge the size of the line over at a nearby open bar. âSorry. DidnâtâŚquite see you there.â You finish lamely, complete with a shrug.Â
The politician in front of you rocks back on his heels for a second, looking as if youâve just wounded him. Which is when you belatedly recall that the man was also known for his ego. Everybody saw Robert Porter â especially women. Something he often took advantage of. Behind closed doors, of course.Â
âThatâs okay.â Comes his patient reply. He works to keep his tone light and indulgent as his striking gray eyes peruse your body wrapped up in your curve-hugging dress with just the right amount of interest. âIâm not offended. Used to happen to me more than Iâd like to admit, especially out on the campaign trail.â Robert gifts with a patient upturn of his lips, showing off a dimple in his right cheek.     Â
Well, it was the right amount of interest if you happened to be single. Which you very much were. At least kind of. But he didnât know that. Did he?Â
âYeah, well, umâŚâÂ
Shit. You really needed to pull it together, because the last thing you needed was for this putz to think that you were getting all tongue-tied over him. Not a good look.
You clear your throat and press on. âGuess Iâve just got a lot on my mind. I justâŚwant everyone to have a good time. St. Augustine is depending on tonight being successful and Iâd hate to disappoint them.â Your response has his eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
âMm.â He murmurs as he tips back his drink. âI can see why everyone around here speaks so highly about you. Not only did you help pull all of this together, but itâs obvious your heart is in the right place.â
âI think that could be said about most of the folks in this room.â You take a sip of your own cocktail which, at this point, now consists mostly of ice.Â
âYouâre different, madam. But I think you already know that.â Robert gives you a playful salute. âEveryone here has been singing your praises since they uncorked the first glass of wine.â
âOh really?â You try to sound unimpressed, even as you feel your cheeks heat. âIâŚâ You trail off, reminding yourself you couldnât allow yourself to be charmed by this man. And you certainly couldnât let it appear like the two of you flirting.Â
Afterall, what would people think? They would probably blame it on the alcohol, and rightfully so.
âIt was a group effort. And if anything, most of the credit should probably go to Lydia. She was the brains behind all of this. Meanwhile, this galâ â you gesture towards yourself â âwas the brawn. Just a busy little worker bee.â
âYou are so much more than that.â He levels you with the full force of his rather intoxicating gaze. âI thought Barber had gone off the deep end when I heard he was going around town raving about some woman heâd gone on a date with at Cibo Matto. I thought he was nuts. But then I met you andâŚâ His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he forces himself to pause.
âAnd what? You met me and decided he was better off being remanded to the looney bin?âÂ
Jesus Christ you needed another drink. Stat!Â
âI realized that Barber was right. But that wasnât all of it. I also realized something else as well. Would you like to know what that was?â Robert gently plucks the empty glass from your hand before setting it on a serverâs empty tray along with his own. âI wasnât going to bring it up, butâŚâ He casts a sidelong glance across the room, his nostrils flaring just slightly.
âBut what?âÂ
What on earth did he keep looking at? And what the fuck was he talking about?
âI saw you first that night.â His cryptic response earns him a quizzical look from you as your brain tries to make sense of the words. âIâm talking about the night Andrew introduced himself to you. If memory serves, we even had a bit of a bet going. Nothing too immature.â He rushes out when he sees your lip curl in disgust. âAnd maybe not so much a bet as it was a dare. To see who was going to approach you first.âÂ
Your eyes widen as you think back to the night youâd met Andrew for the first time. Had you noticed anybody with him? Probably not butâŚoh fuck. Now that you thought about it, you did remember him. Â
Oh, good Lord on high. Make that two drinks. Plus a shot.Â
He presses a hand to the small of your back as he begins to guide you to the bar. âOf course, my good buddy Barber won. I guess that much is obvious since you came as his date tonight.â A resigned sigh escapes him as you reach your intended destination. âBut for some reason I felt compelled to tell you that the only reason he won was by default.â
âOâokay.â
âI got called away to deal with something involving the mayor andâŚâ Robert shakes his head before shifting his attention to the bartender to order you both a fresh round of drinks. âHe was supposed to get your number for me. Maybe even talk me up a little. But clearly he didnât do that. And when I confronted him about it, the bastard lied to me.â
âIâm not sure that IâŚâ Fuck if this wasnât growing more awkward and uncomfortable by the second.Â
âI didnât get a fair shot with you. If I had, maybe things wouldâve gone a little differently. Maybe ââÂ
Just then, Robertâs impassioned reveal is suddenly interrupted by another manâs voice. This time coming from directly behind you.
âBeen lookinâ all over for you, Baby Girl.â Andy purrs as he inserts himself between you and his one-time friend. âYou know how much I hate it when you wander off on me like thatâŚâ He bares his teeth in some semblance of a smile.Â
Shit! At this rate, you were going to have to duck behind the bar and crack open your own bottle of vino or something. Otherwise, how the fuck else could you expect to get any peace tonight? Because as of right now...
You really weren't drunk enough for this shit.Â
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, allowing her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide with feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest held up the bookmark that was still in her grasp, her unspoken question left hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would've wasted trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, allowing her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide with feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest held up the bookmark that was still in her grasp, her unspoken question left hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would've wasted trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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I read Beautiful Disasters with Travis when I was a teenager. I recently found the book and re-read it and laugh all way XD he is so toxic.
I guess our literary lovers grow up with us too lol.
Oh, he is *very* toxic. I too read it when I was younger - probably somewhere in my early 20s. I'm in my mid-30s now, but I still have a fondness for him.
But in real life, I would run far, far away before I ended up on Dateline.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, allowing her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide with feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest held up the bookmark that was still in her grasp, her unspoken question left hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would've wasted trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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Request: Andy Barber & Baby Girl having sex during a thunderstorm.
Through the Storm
Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.
Warnings: Astraphobia, Smut, Anxious Reader, Dominant Andy, Manhandling, Fingering, Spanking, CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), Safe Sex, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Finally finished this WIP! This request takes place early in Andy and Reader's relationship. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series, but can also be read as a standalone. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
You stare out into the backyard, watching sheets of slanted rain pelt against your boyfriendâs newly installed patio. While it wasnât much, it was enough to give the compact enclosed space the cozy feel it had long been missing. Youâd even helped him with the landscaping, much to your chagrin.Â
Andy had been quick to learn that while you enjoyed gardening you were also terrified of virtually all things creepy crawly, like bees. Especially bees. Your man hadnât known what to make of that one, which had certainly made for an entertaining afternoon.Â
A loud crash of thunder suddenly booms overhead, startling you so bad that you nearly drop the bottle of water in your hands. You fucking hated thunderstorms, a fun little nugget that you had yet to share with the man who was currently waiting for you to join him upstairs.Â
Truth be told, you hadnât even planned on staying over tonight. You were supposed to be home by the time the storm rolled in, tucked away safe and sound on your couch. All the while clutching your stuffed bear, Mr. Sprinkles, for dear life and watching your favorite comfort films until Mother Nature decided she was done with her tantrum.
But dinner with friends had gone long and then the show had started late. Well, the dinner itself hadnât actually been with friends â more like one of his work colleagues. But the guyâs wife had been nice enough. And after enjoying one last round of drinks, you four had wandered across the street to take-in a production of Aladdin on Broadway.Â
Of course musicals werenât really your thing, but since it was a childhood favorite of yours youâd been all for it. Your boyfriend didnât know how much of a Disney fan you really were. Which was okay. Because he was older, more mature. And as such, you always tried to come off more sophisticated than what you actually were.
Heâd already been married once before and had a child. One heâd lost a few years back. You two had yet to actually have a true conversation about that one but you were almost certain it was coming.
It had to be, right? Because it wasnât like you both could skirt around the topic forever. But, at the same time, itâs also not like you could be the one to bring up. Like, how would a conversation like that even go?Â
Exactly. It wouldnât. Because you couldnât. It wasnât your place.Â
So, you would allow that door to remain shut for as long as it took to allow him to open it and guide you through. You could be patient.Â
Alright fine. You would make yourself be patient. And until then you would keep trying to demonstrate the right amount of emotional maturity needed to prove that you could be a good partner and support system. Or at least a little worldlier than you probably came off. Â
But all of that would be pretty hard to do if Andrew Barber knew that you were secretly afraid of thunderstorms. He wouldnât get it and you would only end up tripping all over yourself if you tried to explain. Which meant that you had to make a decision.
Either you could be brave and climb the stairs so you could crawl into bed â his bed â wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. Or you could sneak upstairs, grab your clothes, and dash out your manâs front door into the night like a madwoman and hope that he would be too stunned to chase you down.Â
âWhatcha doinâ down there, Baby Girl?â Andy bellows from up above, making you jump.
âNothâcoming!â You shout back as you pad towards the stairs, still trying your best to devise a plan. Andrew Barber was deceptively fast, which meant running was out. So you were most likely gonna have to suck it up until he fell asleep and then you would be free to tremble in peace.Â
The cityâs hottest attorney could not know that he was dating the worldâs biggest scaredy cat. If he ever found out, you might never recover from the embarrassment. Â
You find yourself holding your breath as you round the corner before stepping inside Andyâs bedroom. Your man looks up from his phone when he notices that youâve finally joined him. A warm smile spreads across his handsome features as he leans back, allowing his big body to relax against the frame.Â
âThought I was gonna have to come looking for you.â His husky purr sends a tiny shiver coursing through you, all the way down to your toes. Â
âUh, nope. Here I am.â Your eyes stray towards your overnight bag nestled innocently in the corner. Because if you werenât mistaken you were also beginning to sweat. âBut I was thinking that maybe I ought to â nooope!âÂ
An loud, unexpected clap of thunder has you diving towards the bed with a shriek. You seek refuge under the blankets, ignoring the sounds of a bewildered Andy calling your name. He tries to lift up the edge of the comforter, but you refuse to let go.Â
At this point, you have no desire to acknowledge just how ridiculous you were being at that very moment. Because you were scared.
And also a smidge mortified.
âUm, honey..?â Andy works to keep his tone light. âWhatâs going on?â He pauses briefly as one big hand comes to rest on what he assumes must be your head. âAre you okay?â
âYep!â You squeak out, clutching the blanket even tighter around you. âBut Iâm also really, really sorry.â
âSorry for what?â Again he tugs at the edge of your makeshift shield, prompting you to try and roll away. âYou havenât done anything â can you at least look at me? Please.â
âUm, IâŚI donât think so. No.â Your words come out slightly muffled.
Youâre rewarded with a heavy sigh followed by a brief moment of silence. Although youâre not sure what you expected him to say, youâre still surprised by what comes next.
âWell, if you wonât come out, then I guess that means Iâll just have to come under there then, wonât I?â
Fine by you. Because you were pretty sure that you were only seconds away from dying of embarrassment anyhow.
âKay.â   Â
âLet me in, princess.âÂ
Relief fills him when he sees you finally relax your grip. Seconds later he joins you under the blankets, cocooning you both within the plush softness.  Â
âHey.â Andy breathes as his eyes strain to adjust to the light.
âHey.â
As if of its own accord, one of his hands reaches over to gently brush your curls away from your face. A quiet sigh makes its way past your lips as you feel yourself melting into his touch. In a way it acted as an unspoken reminder.Â
You were safe with this man. Which meant it was time to fess up.Â
âUmmâŚâ He makes an exaggerated show of looking around. âWhy are we hiding?â
âBecause.â You whisper, only to flinch when another crack of thunder echoes above.Â
âBecause?â Your man drags out the word. âBecause what? Are youâ?â He cuts himself off before trying again. âIâm gonna guess that all this has something to do with the storm. Am I somewhere in the ballpark?â
His question has hot tears pricking the backs of your eyes.
âI donât like it.â You croak before giving into temptation and burying yourself in his tattoo-covered chest. âIn fact, I hate it.âÂ
Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now.Â
âTheâŚstorm?âÂ
âAll of it.â You confirm as you begin to tremble ever so slightly. âThe lightning, the thunder, the heavy winds, the sound of the rain. Sâtoo much.â
âI see.â Is all he says, even as his hand goes to rest on the small of your back, rubbing in easy, soothing circles.Â
âIâm sorry.â You feel even worse when the tears spill over onto Andyâs bare skin.Â
âHush.â Comes the soft-spoken command, drawing you flush against his much larger body. âThereâs no need to be sorry. I just wish you wouldâve said something earlier. Is that why you were so adamant about going home tonight?â
âMmhm.â
But then your handsome ogre just had to go and be difficult. Â Â Â
âAnd I convinced you to stay.â Andy huffs out a disappointed breath at the same time as he drags his knuckles along your spine. âI shouldâve noticed something was wrong. All I could think about was how much better I sleep whenever youâre next to me.â You can tell heâs annoyed now â not with you â but with himself. âShouldâve thought to ask why you seemed so skittish.â He drops a brief kiss on the top of your head.  Â
âAndyâŚâ
âIâm sorry, Baby Girl.â He grunts, pulling away so that he can get a good look at your face. âNoââ He continues when you open your mouth to interrupt. âI shouldâve been paying better attention. Thatâs on me.â He takes a moment to whisper his sensual, full lips over your own.Â
âItâs okay.â You assure him before pressing a tender kiss on his left pec, just above his heart. âI probably shouldâve said something earlier. It was justâŚI guess I was embarrassed.â You finish with a shrug.Â
âWhy?â He cocks his head to the side as he patiently waits for you to answer. Although it was hard to read his expression in the dark, you knew he was genuinely curious.Â
âBecause itâs a stupid.â You mumble a few seconds later. âItâs stupid and Iâm stupid forââ
âNo itâs not.â Andy swiftly interjects. âAnd no youâre not. So please let that be the last time I hear you refer to yourself that way.â His gruff tone leaves little room for argument, not that you were in the mood anyway. Seconds later, another clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, has you diving back into the safety of his arms.
âFuck.â Pissed at himself, he quickly wraps his arms around you before gently rocking you back and forth in an effort to calm you down. âWhen did it start?â More thunder booms overhead the whole house, loud enough to shake the whole house.Â
Andy frowns when he hears the tiny whimper that escapes your throat. .  Â
âItâs silly.â You warn, even as you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath.Â
âTry me.â
Heâd stay up all night if thatâs what it took to get you to talk. The last thing he wanted was for you to shut down on him. Again. Â
âPlease.â
Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts.Â
âWhâwhen I was a little girl, I couldnât have been more than six or seven, there was this really bad storm. I mean later we would find out that tornadoes had touched down all over the region. But that night â I swear the rain was coming down so hard it sounded like hundreds of baseballs were being pelted against the roof. And the wind was blowing so hard that it kept rattling windows.â
âMmhm.â The small, noncommittal sound rumbles from somewhere deep within his chest, spurring you forward.Â
âSo my dad woke us all up, me and my siblings, and herded us down to the basement. I guess heâd been watching the news and figured weâd be safer there. My mom had laid out blankets and sleeping bags for us. At first it seemed kinda fun â almost like we were camping out.â
Another bright flash of light briefly illuminates the bedroom, but youâre too engrossed in your story to really care. Plus, you had Andy to keep you safe. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen when you were with Andy.
At least not so far.Â
âI could see that.â Your boyfriend affirms, before giving your hip a light squeeze. âBet you probably had a cool sleeping bag.âÂ
âI totally did. I actually had one of those Disney character sleeping bags.â The memory makes you smile as your initial anxiety begins to lessen. âCome to think of it, we all did. But mine had Genie from Aladdin on the front of it. I remember because I got to pick it out myself.âÂ
âI knew I had the right idea when I invited you out tonight.â Andy muses, brushing his mouth against your curls once more.Â
âYeah, Big Man. Iâm a Disney girl. And I sure did love that sleeping bag.â You take a moment to lace your fingers through his, needing the connection. âWhich was why I climbed right on in and let my mother zip me up. At that point, I think my little sister started crying or something, so I let her crawl inside with me. After that she went right to sleep.â
âBut Iâm guessing you didnât.â
âNope.â Your grip on his hand tightens, but your man doesnât pull away. Even so, you allow your thumb to sweetly caress along the ridges of his knuckles. âI stayed wide awake for what felt like hours justâŚlistening. Listening as the wind picked up, as the thunder got louder and louder. Until it became so loud that it sounded like the storm was happening right above our house. And then suddenly there was this crash that shook the entire house â almost like a bomb went off.â   Â
âListen, I know sometimes storms can seemââ
âIt was a tree.â You quietly forge on. âThe storm had knocked down a tree. It fell through the roof, into the room I shared with my sister. Of course nobody was hurt, but ever since then Iâve been terrified of thunderstorms.â You finish, somehow feeling even more foolish than when youâd first started.Â
âHoly shit.â Andy exhales before briefly nuzzling your nose with his own. It was a simple stress touch, nothing more. But at this particular moment, it means everything. âI mean, Iâm sure this probably goes without saying, but Iâm so glad you werenât in there when it happened. You or your sister.â
Wordlessly you nod, still wishing that youâd found a way to make it home tonight after all. Come tomorrow youâd finally bite the bullet and start looking for a therapist. Perhaps it was finally time you found a way to move past some of your childhood trauma. And maybe thenâ
Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep, rich timbre of Andrew Barberâs voice.Â
âIâm afraid of clowns.â Your boyfriend grunts in a very matter of fact tone. âAnd spiders.â He tacks on with a slight grimace. âCanât get near either one of them without breaking into hives.âÂ
âOh.â Is all you can manage, clearly surprised by his sudden openness. You hadnât been expecting that at all. âSo Iâm guessing anything to do with Pennywise is probably â ahh shit!â You cry out when the familiar sound of thunder makes you lose your train of thought, leaving you unable to finish your small attempt at humor.
Almost immediately, you feel two strong arms band themselves around your waist, drawing you closer even as you try your damnedest to scramble away. You throw off the covers before attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed so that you can make a mad dash in the direction of the basement.    Â
âHold on, baby.â Andy growls, wincing when your elbow accidentally connects with his ribs. âJust settle down for a second, okay? Weâre gonna get through this, I promise.â
âNope â Iâm good! Just let me go, please.â Instead of doing as you ask, he flips your bodies, using his considerable weight to keep you still. âIâm serious, Andrew!â You tell him, thumping his back with your fist for good measure.
âHush.â He takes advantage of your positions long enough to glide his lips along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. âJust focus on me â on us â and let everything else fade away.â
Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.
Andy gifts you with a glimpse of his pearly white teeth before slanting his hungry mouth over your own. He moans into the kiss, gently sucking on your bottom lip and releasing it with a slight pop. When you donât respond he does it again, this time tracing the curve of your lips with his sinful tongue.Â
âBut what if â.â
âShh.â Your boyfriend pauses his sensual assault long enough to stare down at you while he braces himself on his forearms. âYou have my word that nothing bad is gonna happen while Iâve got you here, with me, in this bed. Weâre safe, Baby Girl.â He then angles his head to nip along your jaw. âLet me show you.â Â
âDo you trust me?â Where had you heard that before?
âIâŚâ You trail off as he continues to nip at your heated flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive shell of your ear. âYâyes.â
âGood.â
Apparently thatâs all the permission Andrew Barber needs, because the next thing you know heâs sliding one large hand up your thigh, his lightly calloused palm sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to your core. Seconds later, you both are treated to the sounds of tearing fabric.Â
Well, there went your panties. Theyâd been shredded to hell just like every other pair that went before it.Â
Next up is your shirt. He manages to whip it over your head with relative ease before resting his delicious weight on top of you once more. Clad in only his boxers, he makes a show of grinding rapidly hardening cock against your damp pussy.
âAndy.â You whine, wantonly arching your hips in time with his thrusts. âDonât tease me right now.â
âWhy not?â He purrs as a hand moves to fist itself in your hair, wrenching your head back with just enough force to make you feel dizzy with lust.Â
Reaching up, you capture his face between your hands to pull him down for another kiss. The scruff of his neatly trimmed beard feels so good against your skin.
âFuck me, please.â You hiss, seeking a much needed distraction as a flash of lightning threatens to send you running for the hills. Since this man wouldnât let you leave, your next best option was to let him bury his thick cock inside you so hard and so deep until you no longer had the capacity to think.Â
Or walk properly, for that matter.
âYour wish is my command, baby.â Your boyfriend groans as he continues to circle his hips. With that said, he then makes quick work of removing his boxers before tossing him aside in the direction of his hamper. He misses, of course. Which is why you silently vow to pick it up later.
Now freed from its confines, you watch Andyâs impressive manhood immediately spring to attention, lightly smacking his abdomen as it bobs up and down.
Good God, youâd be lying if you said the sight didnât make your mouth water. Â
His mouth curves into a roguish grin as he purposely slides himself between your slippery folds. He revels in your wetness, loving the way your slick coats his aching cock. Shit â if he wasnât careful he risked blowing his load before it was time.Â
Which absolutely would not work. You always came first. That was the rule. There were no exceptions, unless you were playing a game or something.
Reaching over you, Andy grabs a foil packet from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, you lean back on your elbows while he handles his business with the condom. Maybe next time heâd allow you to put it on for him. Youâd always wanted to tryâŚ
You also werenât quite sure of exactly when heâd gone and removed his boxers, but you also werenât complaining either.       Â
âNow, sweetheart.â Your man begins as he takes a hold of your calf, tenderly draping it over his muscled shoulder as the wheel continues to howl outside. âAll youâve gotta do is lay back and focus on how good you feel.â He leans forward so that he can trace his tongue around your nipple before sucking the delicate flesh into his waiting mouth. Â
Your back bows as you thrust your chest forward in silent offering. Andy groans as continues to toy with your pouting nipple before switching to the other. You let out a sharp cry as he brings the pebbled tip in his mouth, lightly pinching it between his teeth just hard enough to make you writhe beneath him.Â
Thatâs part of what always made this feel so good. The way he always seemed to mix pleasure with a little bit of pain.Â
His mouth eventually finds yours again as your hands smooth their way over the blades of his shoulders, allowing you to run your fingers along the contour of his muscles. And when you finally reach the firm globes of his ass, you canât help but giggle as you finally give into the temptation to smack it. Hard.   Â
Just the way he liked it.
âRemember, sweet brat. If Iâm gonna wear your handprint then I think itâs only fair you wear mine too. Understand?â Of course he doesnât wait for you to answer. Instead he maneuvers himself up so that he can expertly flip you over onto your stomach before pulling you up so that youâre now resting on your hands and knees before him.Â
Instinctively you arch your ass in the air, inviting him to make good on his promise. This man loved spanking your ass every chance he got. And whatâs more, you seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did.
âNow be a good girl and put your hands where theyâre supposed to go.âÂ
A small shiver of anticipation courses through as you move to obey. He chuckles softly as he watches your eager fingers grip the headboard. Later he would tell you how proud of you he was in that moment, that he was honored by your faith in his ability to distract you from the violent storm taking place right outside his window.
It meant the world that you trusted him enough to take care of you at a time like this.Â
âFuck, youâre perfect.â Andy purrs as the heavy weight of his palm comes down on your upturned rear with just enough force to make your naughty pussy gush. Unable to stop it, you canât help the groan you emit when he does it again, loving the way he kneads and caresses your most intimate curves. Â
âSo are you.âÂ
Your body jerks when he decides to focus his attention on your greedy little cunt. Nimble fingers spear you open as they between your glistening folds to tease your throbbing clit. Itâs not long before your hips begin moving in time with his ministrations.Â
Soon your eyes flutter closed as you bear down, shamelessly grinding yourself against his calloused palm. At first, Andy is content to simply watch as you slowly work yourself into a frenzy.
Because this time, when the sound of thunder crackles throughout the room, you barely react. In fact, you hardly hear it. Youâre too engrossed in the pleasure, too caught up in just how good your man is making you feel, to remember to be afraid.Â
âEasy, greedy girl.â Andy hums after another beat goes by before finally removing his hand. The fucking bastard.
âNooo!â You whine, hating the way your impending orgasm lingers just out of reach.
"Yeees.â Thereâs a slight mocking edge to his tone that has you glancing over your shoulder to shoot him a glare.Â
âSwear to God youâre so fucking beautiful. Even when youâre trying to turn me into dust.â He winks at you then before allowing his hands to settle on your hips. Goosebumps pebble across your sweat-dampened flesh when you feel the head of his impressive cock nudge at your entrance.
âPlease.Please.Please.â That one word is whispered over and over, like a fervent prayer.Â
Just then, a stroke of lightning brightens the room, treating you to a fleeting glimpse of your man right as he thrusts himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as he forces you to take every deliciously thick inch of his cock, stretching your tight pussy until you canât help clench around him.    Â
Andy starts off slow, gradually building up the pace as your velvety walls continue to milk him for all heâs worth. His fingers dig into your curves as you rear back to match his movements. Soon, he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper.Â
âSâgood, Andy!Fuuuck!â You moan as Andy continues fucking you into oblivion. âYes!Harder, pleeease!â
âMy baby wants it harder?â He growls, adjusting his position to give you exactly what you asked for. A desperate sob bubbles up from your throat, prompting you to bury your face in a nearby pillow.
Too bad your man is having none of it. Â Â Â Â Â Â
âOh no.â One large hand moves to wrap itself around the delicate column of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your pulse spike. âYou donât get to hide that pretty face from me. Not tonight.â He grunts before allowing his free arm to encircle your waist to haul you against the hard wall of his chest.Â
A hand soon finds its way to your breast. He lifts the tempting weight, before plucking at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, evoking the most exquisite sensations.Â
âYouâre doing so good, Baby Girl.â Andy rasps, tweaking his angle so that he can find your spot. âSo good. Told you Iâd keep you safe.â The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo throughout the room, creating an erotic tempo. âWould never let anything bad happen to you.âÂ
Your boyfriendâs Boston accent grows thicker and more pronounced with each passing second â letting you know that heâs close to losing control. Thatâs when you decide to push him closer to the brink by reaching behind you to pull his head down for a kiss. Itâs hot, wet, and deep. And by the time you both come up for air your heart is hammering in your chest.Â
âIâŚI know.â And you did know.
Tipping your chin back, you allow your walls to flutter around his fat cock, making him twitch. Your core begins to spasm as you feel the coil in your belly tighten even more. Andy makes sure to keep a tight hold on your sweat-slicked body as his lips continue to whisper kisses along the curve of your jaw. Â
White hot pleasure dances along your skin, meanwhile Andyâs thrusts continue to grow more and more erratic with each passing minute. One of your hands slips from the headboard to help keep you upright.Â
âCum, princess. Give it to me.â He snarls through clenched teeth before reaching down to deliver a slap to your pussy. It feels so good that you beg him to do it again and again. âBe a good girl and fucking cum!â
Thatâs all you need to hear before you go tumbling over the edge and into bliss. âFuck!Fuck!Fuck!â Ecstasy slices through you, making you cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. Thank goodness there was a storm going on outside, otherwise someone mightâve taken it upon themselves to call the police. Â
Chest heaving, you continue bouncing on your manâs cock. He felt so amazing it bordered on obsession. And you knew heâd feel even better once you had him in your mouth. Andy shudders behind you, his big body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Â
Completely spent, you both flop down on the bed. Youâre both naked and sweaty, but neither of you really cares all that much. You curl up in his arms, resting on his chest so that you can listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.Â
âYou okay?â Andy murmurs a little while later when he notices that your eyes have begun to droop. âDo you need me toââ
âMmâŚâ You purr, stretching your arms above your head as you stifle a lawn. âIâm thinking I need some more of that. Like tonight.âÂ
You grow quiet once you realize that you no longer hear the sound of the rain. Or the wind. Or the thunder. All is as it should be. Thank goodness.
âGive me ten minutes to refuel and Iâm all yours.â He grunts before disposing of his used condom in a nearby garbage can..Â
âThank you.â You mumble, feeling your cheeks heat. âFor tonight, for what you did.â
âNot sure if I did much of anything.â Andy smiles down at you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with sincerity. âYouâre always safe with me, princess. So just relax."
âI believe you, Andy. But the storm â"
âIs about over. We fucked right through it, baby.â You donât have to look up at him to know that heâs got some kind of shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. "But most of all, thank you for trusting me with your secret.â
âThank you for not laughing.â Your hand reaches up to stroke your knuckles along his bearded jaw.Â
âHm.â Andy mutters. âMaybe next time weâll have to try making love in the rain. What do you think, princess?â
âUm, baby steps, Andrew.â You counter, expertly dodging his first question. âLetâs go smaller. Iâm talking waaay smaller.â
âFine. Iâll settle for a kiss during a light drizzle.â Your boyfriend concedes, laughter and warmth suffusing his tone.Â
âConsider it done, handsome.â You mumble as sleep threatens to overtake you.
Later, Andy would tell you that he let you fall asleep that night on purpose. Your earlier anxiety had really done a number on you, which is why he was content to let you rest. Instead of complaining, he holds you close, silently willing his heart to beat in time with your own.Â
And when you wake in the middle of the night, cocooned in the safety of your manâs arms, you know without question that you are cherished beyond measure.
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@writer84 - I totally forgot about this one! I also love Sam and wish there were more stories written about him. Regardless, I'm so glad you love this fic. It's one of my early ones. Thanks for reading and reblogging!
Reckless
Title: Reckless
Summary: Your police officer husband does not approve of your reckless driving habits. Sam Wilson x Black!Reader
*Warnings: Reckless Driving, Daddy Kink, Cursing, Spanking, Punishments (mentioned), CMNF, Fluff, Minors DNI
A/N:Â I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think. Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.
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Sam was highly upset with you. And you knew this because he had said as much just now.Â
Sammy: I am absolutely furious with you. (Received 1:36pm)Â
Sammy: When you get home tonight Iâm gonna tear your ass up. (Received 1:40pm)Â
Oh boy. And here was the thingâŚyou knew why. But you werenât ready to admit to it quite yet. Just in case he was talking about something else. No need to get yourself in trouble twice. You take a couple deep breaths and then respond.Â
You: UmmâŚwhy baby? (Received 1:43pm)Â
Sammy: Do not play with me. You know why. Weâll discuss it tonight. Be home by 5:30pm. Understand? (Received 1:50pm)
You: Yes, sir. (Received 1:52pm)
Knowing you were in for it, you sigh and try to concentrate on work.Â
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Nighttime Musings
Summary: A slew of late night insecurities have you ready to put the breaks on your relationship before it even starts. Thank goodness your boyfriend is a light sleeper.
Warnings: Fluff, Insecure Reader, Andy Barber Being Boyfriend Material, Intimate Discussions, Cursing, Mentions of Weight Gain, Smut (implied), Minors DNI
A/N: This fic takes place in the early days of Reader and Andy's relationship. Part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.
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Beautiful.
That was the only way to describe the man sleeping beside you. He was beautiful. You lay there propped up on your side, content to watch the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. His snores, a sound you had grown to love, are low and even. They often lulled you to sleep at night.
And therein lay the problem. You were starting to need him. When you werenât together youâŚ
You missed him.Â
Sleeping had become a challenge on the nights when you were apart, because you found yourself missing your Andy Bear. Snuggling with a body pillow just wasnât the same, at least not since youâd become accustomed to curling up with the real thing. And there was no app, no video, no substitute for the sound of your manâs heartbeat to help you drift off on those quiet, lonely nights.Â
Sometimes your big, gruff attorney told you stories, other times he would softly sing you to sleep. Mind you, the man couldnât sing worth a damn, but you found his little love songs and the offkey timbre of his voice rather soothing.
Sometimes you even sang along with him. It was stupid and sweet and all kinds of ridiculous, but it was also your thing.Â
One of your silly sweet nothings.Â
Honestly, you found it funny how something so small had the ability to evolve into something so unbelievably intimate. And you loved how he always fought to keep you close. His big body literally chased your smaller one in his sleep, which meant you always awoke to some part of him touching you.Â
Giving in to your baser urges, you allow yourself to delicately trace one of his more intricate tattoos. You take your time trailing your fingers through his chest hair, as if trying to memorize every color, line, and freckle that adorns his sculpted body.Â
Yes, this man was beautiful. And whatâs more, he was yours. You had somehow managed to land the infamous Bad Boy of Boston, but for the life of you, you couldnât figure out why or how it happened.
Now, you werenât typically one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but sometimes when you were alone late at night, your mind had a tendency to wander. Which made you vulnerable to those creeping feelings of inadequacy. And boy, did they occasionally do a number on your self-esteem. At times, the thoughts became almost incessant.
Why was he with you? What did he want want from you? How soon until he woke up and realized that he could do better..?
Better than you.
You hadnât shared any of those thoughts with Andy, at least not yet. You were too worried about coming off as needy. Or worse yet...
Insecure.Â
You sit up in bed, your small hands smoothing over the sheets as you try to figure out your next move. At 2:40am, it was too late for a midnight snack, and far too early to contemplate making breakfast.Â
Maybe you could sneak downstairs and watch television or something. Or, better yet, you could just head home.Â
Yeah, thatâs what you would do.Â
You would have to be super quiet though if you were going to try to sneak out of bed. One wrong move and your slumbering mountain of a man would be wide awake.
You go to slide out of bed, taking your time as you do. A sense of triumph sparks through you when you feel your bare toes brush the hardwood.
So close.
And then the damn bed creaks.
Fudge!
âBaby?â Andy hums sleepily. âYouâre too far away.â He throws one big arm over his eyes, while his other hand pats his chest invitingly. âNeed you right here.â
âShh.â You murmur. âGo back to sleep, honey.âÂ
âThen câmere already.â He holds out his arm, gesturing for you to join him beneath the covers once more.Â
âI, uh, I think Iâm gonna go home.â Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you attempt to gauge his reaction. Tired or not, you were pretty sure that he would at least see you to the door and â
âWhat?â Your man sits up and scrubs a large hand over his bearded face. âWhy?â His tried eyes narrow in confusion.
You begin looking around for your shirt. It was hard to see in the dark, but you knew it was in here somewhere. You wouldnât bother trying to find your panties, which had been ripped in two by your overzealous boyfriend.Â
âCanât sleep.â Is all you mumble. âDonât wanna keep you up. So, Iâm gonna go home and toss and turn in my own bed.âÂ
âMy bed is your bed, sweet girl.â Andy lets out a yawn before running his long, nimble fingers through his chestnut brown locks. âCome lay back down and tell me whatâs wrong.â
âNope.â Shaking your head, you go back to searching for your clothes, opting to throw on a pair of his navy blue boxers. âJust let me finish gathering up my stuff and Iâll be out of here.âÂ
âI donât think so, baby girl. Itâs far too late for you to be out on the roads anyhow.â
Your sweet Andrew Barber could be so overprotective sometimes.
âI know how to drive, Big Man.â A hint of a smile graces your lips as you begin fumbling with the front clasp of your scarlett colored bra. âBeen doing it for a long time.â
âThat may be true, but I still want you to stay.â
âItâs alright." You shrug. "Donât want to overstay my welcome.â You purposely work to keep your tone light.
âHuh?â You hear the bed creak again as he swings his powerful legs over the edge. âY/N, hold on, stop.â You offer him another shake of your head as you keep going, pulling on your t-shirt from last night.Â
âIâm serious, sweetness.â A hand flies to your bicep, stilling your movements, his deceptively strong grip making it clear that you werenât going anywhere until he decided he was ready to let you go. âStop!â Â
At a loss, you tilt up your chin so that you can meet his gaze. Your man cocks his head to the side as he studies your face, his hypnotizing blue eyes roving over your features.
âThis - this isnât going to work for me.â He murmurs, his deep voice still hoarse from sleep.
âO-okay.â You whisper, trying to ignore the sudden lump in your throat.Â
This was it. It was over.Â
Just like that.
âI canât have you running off on me every time you feel uncomfortable or donât want to share what you're thinking.â Andy reaches down to twirl one of your springy curls around his thick index finger.
Your bruised heart spasms in your chest before slowly sinking down to the pit of your stomach.
âThatâs not how this is gonna go between us, baby girl. I wonât allow it.â
Wait. Wasnât he breaking up with you?
You blink at him as confusion swirls through your mind.
Letting go of your hair, Andy sighs and leads you back over to his bed. He sits on the edge before pulling you down on top of him so that youâre straddling his impressive thighs. And then he takes your arms and drapes them around his neck.
âI'm gonna need you to talk.â He grunts, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.Â
âSoâŚwait. Youâre not breaking up with me?â
âOh, hell no! Absolutely not. â Your man gently bounces you on his lap. âBut what we are gonna do is sit here, just like this, until you tell me whatâs got you so ready to bolt from my bed in the middle of the night.â
âBut what if you think itâs dumb?â You try to distract yourself by absentmindedly drawing little circles on the back of his neck.Â
âNot possible.â He gives your hips a reassuring squeeze. âYour man is interested in anything you have to say.â
Your man. Those two words alone are enough to make your belly flutter.
âEven at 3:00am?â You whisper, suddenly feeling shy.
âEspecially at 3:00am. Now, out with it, baby girl.â
Okay. Here it goes.Â
âI like you too much.â You blurt, before hiding your face in the crook of Andyâs neck.
A beat of silence goes by, and then another. âYou what?â He finally responds, his voice tinged with laughter. âYouâŚlike me too much?â
âYes!â You squeak, but your words are muffled by his bare shoulder.
âAnd that - thatâs a problem for you?â Okay, now he was full-on chuckling.Â
âUh huh.â
He quickly gets control of himself. âTell me why, princess.âÂ
âI dunno.â You shrug. âSometimes I just feel like youâre kind of out of my league, I guess. I mean, youâre just so fucking sweet, and sexy, and romantic. Not to mention itâs like you came prepackaged with freshly photoshopped abs. Meanwhile, I tried to do maybe thirteen sit-ups the other day and I damn near died.â
Your over-worked stomach muscles had been on fire.Â
âMy poor baby.â Is all he says, doing nothing to disguise the mirth dancing behind his eyes.Â
âArgh!â You huff in frustration, flailing backwards. Although Andy is quick to catch you, of course. âYouâre walking around looking like you just stepped off the cover of a romance novel, while Iâm over here gaining happy weight.â You shudder at the thought of having to resort to using safety pins to fasten your jeans. Â
âHappy weight?âÂ
âYeah!â Your small hands go to his impressive biceps, giving him a light shake. âIâve put on at least a good ten pounds of happy weight. Because Iâm just soâŚso damn, ahâŚwhatâs the word..?â
âHappy?â Your helpful Andy Bear supplies.
âExactly - Iâm happy! Happy with you, and your snores, and your terrible singing. And we spend all this time together, which makes me miss you. Iâm even getting to the point where I have a hard time sleeping without you. What happens when you get tired of me, huh? And Iâm just left alone by the wayside looking all soft and squidgy.â
Andy leans forward to press a feather-light kiss against your plush lips. âSometimes I forget just how much goes on up in that gorgeous brain of yours, sweetness.â He affectionately taps your right temple. âHow about you take a breather and let me have the floor, hm?â
You give him a quick nod, feeling mildly embarrassed with yourself.
âBaby, Iâm gonna steal your word for a moment. You have no idea how happy you just made me. Just because Iâm a man doesnât mean I donât need a little reassurance every now and again.â He tenderly nuzzles your cheek before gifting you with another brush of his lips over yours. âItâs good to know that you, my beautiful Y/N, are just as crazy about me as I am you.â
âIâve never felt like this before.â You confess, shifting a little on your manâs lap. âNot about anyone.â
Which was the truth. And you didnât want to get hurt. At this point, you had given over enough of yourself to know that Andrew Barber already possessed that power. But the real question was whether or not you could look past your own fears long enough to take a chance on building a future with this man.
âMe neither." He continues. "Not even with Laurie. Which, no matter how you shake it, makes me kind of a shit husband.â
âIâm not sure if I quite agree with that assessment.â You murmur as you whisper soft kisses along the bridge of his nose.Â
âYouâre only saying that because you like me too much.â Andy informs you with a charming quirk of his lips. âYou just said so yourself. But, jokes aside, you have me all tied up in knots too. I walk around the office all day singing love songs and shit. In fact, youâve got me out here doing all kinds of goofy stuff that's out of the norm for me. Youâre just not around to witness it all.â You feel your cheeks heat when he brings the back of your hand to his mouth for a brief kiss.      Â
âIâm not demanding it all from you today, but I do want you to get to a point where you feel like you can trust me with all the bits and pieces that youâve somehow convinced yourself are too crazy to share.â He delicately smooths the pad of his thumb across your forehead. âCan you work on that for me, Y/N?â
You nod again.
âUse your words, please.â Your Big Man gently reminds you.Â
âYes, Iâll work on it for you. For us.â
âThank you.âÂ
âAnd Iâm sorry that I tried to sneak out of bed like that. That wasnât okay. I know Iâd be pissed if you did that to me.â You allow yourself to snuggle deep into his chest.
âSâokay.â He murmurs as he holds you close. You feel your eyelids begin to droop as his fingers resume playing with your hair. âIâd just pick you up and bring you back like I always do. Now, as for your feeling squidgyâŚâÂ
Andy flips your bodies so that youâre now laying down, your back pressed against the blankets. âIâm afraid Iâm gonna need to know more.â Keeping you pinned beneath his delicious weight, he takes a moment to google the term youâd borrowed from Outlanderâs Claire Fraser.
âAre you seriously telling me that you think of your gorgeous little body as being âunpleasant and doughyâ?â You giggle at the amount of dramatic indignation in his tone. âI donât fucking believe it â need to see for myself. You know how much of a stickler I am about visual evidence.â
And just that quick, your shirt is suddenly ripped from your body and tossed aside. Itâs quickly followed by your bra. Once heâs done, he lazily gazes down at your nearly nude form, his normally bright blue eyes dark with lust.
âGotta be honest, baby girl. All Iâm seeing is curves. Just sweet, soft curves that I canât wait to sink my teeth into.â
âBut my pants donât fit anymore!â You protest as he bites one of your nipples, drawing the tender flesh into his mouth.Â
âMm. Thatâs right.â Your man groans. âGuess Iâll just have to take you out to buy more, huh? Or maybeâŚâ He trails off as his big hands go to the waistband of the boxers adorning your hips. âI can spend whatâs left of this insanely early morning trying to convince you to forgo them all together.â
A small squeak escapes you as he lovingly nips at the soft skin of your belly.
âYou game, sweetness? I'll need you to be nice and loud so that I can know for sure.â
ENDÂ
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Hi friend! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed my latest fic, New in Town, which also happens to be the first official chapter of my Sweet Renegades Series.
Bird is absolutely just like us. She has no qualms about finding solace in the arms of her numerous book boyfriends. Some of those lucky fellas include: Jericho Barrons (Fever Series), Jamie Fraser (Outlander), Crispin "Bones" Russell III (Night Huntress Series), Travis Maddox (Beautiful Disaster), Wrath (BDB), and Raphael (The Archangel of New York, Guild Hunter Series).
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@crispy-croke - I'm super excited to explore the beginnings of Ari's and Bird's relationship! I predict a lot of bickering and feelings of unrequited lust to come...
Thanks for reading!
New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide as youâd feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest holds up the bookmark thatâs still in her grasp, her unspoken question hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would waste trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide as youâd feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest holds up the bookmark thatâs still in her grasp, her unspoken question hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would waste trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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New In Town
Summary: Introducing Chapter One of my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death and Grief, Mentions of Book Boyfriends, Allusions to Disordered Eating, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Major thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me plot out this chapter. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was happening again. You could feel him doing it. You knew without turning your head that the bastard had gone back to staring.
At you.
Gritting your teeth, you make a point of adjusting the skirt of your dress before returning your focus to Reverend Turner at the pulpit. Trying your best to ignore the hum of electricity in your veins, you find yourself wishing that youâd opted to stay home today. After all, you hadnât been to church in ages.Â
So what on earth possessed you to return today?
Itâs not like you were concerned for your immortal soul or anything. On the contrary, you and God were good. You were even on speaking terms again â now that youâd finally forgiven him for calling your Uncle Leon home before you were ready to let him go.
That had been nearly three years ago.
These days, your grief has taken a backseat in favor of running the townâs only bookshop, Baubles & Quills. Once owned by your Uncle, the store had become your sanctuary as youâd struggled to cope with the loss of the only family youâd ever had.Â
And now that youâd deemed life worth living again youâd apparently decided that attending Calvary Baptist Churchâs Sunday morning service was a good idea. But the one thing you hadnât counted on when youâd politely â and strategically â taken a seat in the pew closest to the door was that youâd end up sharing it with the likes of him.   Â
That bounty hunter fella that youâd been hearing about for the last week. His arrival had practically sent your little town into a regular feeding frenzy. Word on the street was that he was investigating something that had to do with your old high school pal, Martin Westbrook.
At least thatâs what Charline Marshall had said when sheâd stopped by your shop to return a book sheâd purchased because she didnât care for the ending. While you werenât usually one for gossip, youâd been intrigued by her, ah, description of the handsome stranger that had taken up residence just a few blocks south of where you lived.
Two Days AgoâŚ
âHis name is Ari Levinson. Kinda strange, right?â Sheâd whispered conspiratorially, running a hand through her copper colored tresses . âBut heâs a tall drink of water with the prettiest blue eyes Iâve ever seen.â
âOh really?â Youâd mumbled, frowning at the crease that adorned the spine of the paperback book in your hands. Another one for the discount rack.
âMhm. Heâs handsome all over.â Charline had continued, picking up one of your more elaborate looking bookmarks and pretending to study it before using it to fan herself. âAnd not only that, butâŚâ Sheâd leaned in then, allowing her freshly manicured nails lightly graze your arm. âI think he likes me.â
âOh? Has he come out and said that?â Your eyes had gone wide with feigned interest. Because of course the man would be into Charline Anne Marshall. Who wouldnât be? The woman was beautiful and, whatâs more, she knew it. Â
âWell, I meanâŚnot yet.â The woman had let out a disappointed little sigh. âBut Iâm almost certain he will. Iâm just giving him time to get settled in, you know?â Sheâd said, her perfectly painted lips curving into a smile as she held out a hand for her change.Â
âHow kind of you.â Good Lord how you wished you could hurry things along so you could go back to enjoying your peace and quiet.Â
âAri has already interviewed me twice. He even gave me his number, just in case I happen to remember anything else.â Sheâd tucked the cash from her return into her purse. âI think I might call him up and tell him that my memory works best after a couple of drinks. Think thatâll work?â
âI guess youâll never know if you donât try.â Even though you were annoyed, youâd pasted on a fake smile and closed the register, hoping that might be enough to convince her to end the conversation and move on already.
âWhy, I think you just might be right.â Your unwanted guest held up the bookmark that was still in her grasp, her unspoken question left hanging in the air. âAnd this?â
âItâs on the house, Charline.â Youâd patiently replied, bracing your elbows on the counter. âBest of luck landing your bounty hunter beau.â
âWell, arenât you just a gem?â Sheâd all but squealed, sounding positively giddy as she took a step back. âYou know, I bet if you spent a little more time out in the real world instead of holed-up in here with all these books, youâd probably be able to land a man too. Youâd be awful pretty if youâd just put in a little bit of effort into it. I mean ââÂ
âNo thanks.â Youâd simply shrugged, unable to summon up enough energy to be outraged by the dig.Â
It wasnât worth the breath you would've wasted trying to explain why you were better off keeping the company of your book boyfriends. A real man required too much care and feeding for your tastes.Â
âIf you say so, sugar. Butââ Sheâd responded as she strode towards the door. âOh! You should come to my next party. Weâll let Mary Kay sponsor your makeover.â  Â
'No offense, Charline, but Iâd rather put a campfire out with my face than attend your next Mary Kay get-together featuring you and ten of your motherâs closest friends.'Â You'd thought to yourself.
âUh, maybe. Weâll see.â Youâd hedged before turning on your heel and heading in the direction of the stockroom. âEnjoy the bookmark!â God, youâd never been so happy to hear someone exit your shop than you were at that moment.
Which brought you back to the present. Youâre startled out of your reverie when the congregation erupts into thunderous applause, signaling the end of Reverend Turnerâs sermon. You knew you were going to have to move quickly if you wanted to avoid any unwanted attention from other members of the flock.Â
Or worse yet: be forced into making small talk with Ari Levinson. Assuming that beast of a man actually possessed enough brain cells to actually string together a sentence or two. Which was a shame because he really was easy on the eyes.Â
Unfortunately for you, you donât realize that now youâre the one whoâs staring until you notice the corner of his mouth tilt up in a smirk. Shit. The cocky lawman nods his head in your direction before having the audacity to mouth the word: âhowdyâ. It almost makes you wonder what his voice would sound like.Â
Would his southern drawl be thick and rough, or smooth and easygoing? Assuming he was southern, that is.
Feeling your cheeks heat, you make fast work of grabbing your things before scooting out of the pew, doing your best to sneak out of the service before everyone is formally dismissed. The absolute last thing you needed was to have this man thinking you were like every other woman in this town who was willing to practically trip over herself just to get a good look at him.Â
On your way out you brush past Sister Mary Jo Winans, who is all too eager to follow you out the door and halfway down the front stairs.
So much for making a clean getaway.
âYouâre not staying for the potluck?â She wheezes, gripping the railing as she struggles to catch her breath.Â
âAfraid not, Sister Winans.â You tell her while digging through your purse for your keys. âIâve gotta go home and change so I can head over to the shop.â
âBut itâs Sunday, honey.â The matronly woman huffs, adjusting the angle of her wide-brim church hat. âThis is the day that the Lord has made. We are to rejoice and be glad in it. Itâs all right there in the good Book.â
âBe that as it may, Sister, Iâm afraid I canât stay. Plus I wouldnât feel right about eating when I didnât bring a dish to contribute, soâŚâ You offer up a one-armed shrug. âNext time.âÂ
You also werenât a fan of eating in front of people. You were always self-conscious about whatever you put on your plate, convinced that you were being judged for your choices. Your stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding you that youâd left some cottage cheese and fruit behind at the shop. That would just have to do until you found the wherewithal to make it to the grocery store.  Â
âButââ
âNext time. I promise.â You kindly interrupt, hoping that she would just let the issue drop. âBy the way, I set aside a copy of Joyce Meyerâs latest book for you.â
âYou did?â
âYep.â You confirm as you begin walking backwards towards the nearby parking lot. âStop by anytime. Weâll consider it an early birthday present, alright?â Smiling when she nods, you toss her a little wave before speed walking the rest of the way to your car.Â
Unlocking it, you climb in the driverâs seat and slam the door before gunning the engine. Finally free, you peel out of the lot and turn onto the empty street. Needing to focus on something other than your thoughts about a certain bounty hunter, you decide to turn up the radio, praying for your traitorous brain to cooperate.Â
Yeah, no such luck.Â
âFuck you, Levinson.â You spit, wishing that he was close enough to hear you right then. Because the way you saw it, the sooner he packed his shit and moved on, the better off you and everyone else in this godforsaken town would be. And if he knew what was good for him, heâd stay far away from you.
Heâd have more luck getting information out of a drunk Charline than he would trying to get you to spill your guts. And the moment he threatened you, you were planning to call Bellâs Creek PD to let them deal with it. Until then, you had some empty shelves to stock. But firstâŚ
You were gonna need to find someone to cut you out of these damned spanx.
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