EroticReverie

Savannah Flowers

It’s been two days since my “date” with Beau. Two days since I blocked his access to my instagram. I keep checking his Instagram religiously. It’s still public and the picture he took of me on the dock is still the only photo he’s posted. And he still hasn’t followed anyone else. But when I tap on the photo of myself he posted , I realize he’s added a caption to it. 

“Missing this view.”  

I bite my lip and smile to myself. Because , sure he could be talking about the way the moon was reflecting off the still water like a mirror, or the canopy of trees hanging out over the water behind me. But I knew what he meant. 

I honestly , hated how much I missed the way he looked at me. That fucking smile and his smirk. His dimples and his kind brown eyes that also held a hell of a lot of mischief. I couldn’t miss a god damn stranger. Because that’s practically what he was. Never mind that we’d made out, that I’d dry humped him in my bedroom, or had his mouth on my breasts and my pussy before he’d refused to keep going because I wouldn’t tell him it was “his”.  Who did this cowboy think he fucking was?  He wanted me to what? Say I was his. Commit to someone when I was going to be gone in  six Months? No thank you. 

My aunt Carolanne has asked multiple times each day , when I’m gonna see the “Brooks boy” again. I keep telling her that I’m not and she keeps praising him as a “good boy”, and I just let her believe it , because if I tell her  that the “good boy” felt me up in her home and had me grind on his dick through our clothes till I came, she’d probably pass the fuck out. And I didn’t have the heart to give my poor sweet aunt a heart attack. So I let her think Beau Brooks is a “good” boy. 

I decide to finally brave the town again and hope and pray nobody else mentions my mother , and that nobody looks at me like I’m a disease to their southern lands by bringing my New York self into town.  

I rummage through my clothes and pick out the least “New York” outfit I can. Settling for a pair of jean shorts and a plain white tank top, and instead of my heels that I love, I wear a pair of white sneakers. Sure. They’re designer but hopefully nobody knows that. I sweep my hair up into a high ponytail that reaches my mid back when pulled up. I don’t put on my red lipstick , because it’ll draw too much attention. So I do just a tiny winged liner and my mascara , grab my purse and my sunglasses and my phone and take my aunts keys to her truck. 

Fifteen minutes later I’m parked near the book shop and that old man Harold is outside his shop with another old man and I take a deep breath as I get out and flash him by best polite smile and give a little wave. 

“Morning Harold” I say and his face sours like he’s sucking on a lemon. 

“Morning Savannah” the other old man says and I pause. Did I know him ? I don’t remember him. He doesn’t look familiar. 

As I walk to the door of the bookshop the other old man walks over and sticks out his hand and I stop. 

“Oh. Hi” I say and reach my hand out. He is MUCH nicer than sour puss Harold. 

“Names Wayne, Beatrice and Harold told us bout you, nice to see old Harold hasn’t scared ya off none” he says and I bite my lips together with a little laugh. 

So apparently in this small little part of their town , I’d already been introduced without even being present. 

“Nice to meet you Wayne” I say and mean it. 

“You come on down to the Shake Shoppe and I’ll set you up with one of my world famous malts” he gives me a wide smile with a missing tooth near the side of his mouth and I smile. 

“They ain’t world famous” Harold huffs. 

“They sure are you old fart!” Wayne argues turning his head to Harold and dropping my hand. 

“You're older than I am you senile shit!” Harold argues right back. 

“Couldn’t tell it by takin a look at ya! You look like yer ready to fall into a grave” Wayne quips and my eyes widen and Harold huffs and raises his finger. 

“I’m gonna live to a hundred and ten!” He wags his finger. 

“Probably will you old roach!” Wayne tosses back and then both men are quietly laughing to themselves fighting back smirks. 

“I’ll let you go, but you come visit the shoppe , alright?” Wayne says looking back to me and I nod. 

“I will” I say and he grabs my hand in both of his and pats it. 

“Look just like yer momma” he says fondly and I swallow the instant rock in my throat. 

She died when I was eleven. But it isn’t easy to think of her. Especially not when she was clearly as loved in this town as she was by me and everyone else in her life in New York. 

“Thank you Wayne” I say politely and then turn and go in the book shop. 

A tiny little bell jingles on the door , and is met with a loud meow and I startle as a giant ball of fur , white with orange and brown and black spots runs..no..waddles towards me and meows again. 

“Oh. Hi.” I say with a laugh as it smashes the side of its head into my leg and rubs the length of its body along my leg and meows again. 

“Sprinkles!” A female voice calls and I lift my head and Beatrice stands there with glasses on that have her eyes looking like a bug. She lowers them slightly and peeks over them.

“Oh it’s you! Hey sugar!” She says and I decide that I love Beatrice as she gives me a warm and welcoming smile as she walks over to me and open her arms for a hug. 

“Was wonderin when I’d be seeing you again!” She says and I return the hug as I laugh softly and inhale the scent of her powdery rose perfume. It was strong and offensive. But I loved it on her. 

“You come to look for books? anything I can help you find, your momma was a reader” she reminisces with a smile and I nod. 

“Yeah she was.  I’m just here to look.” I say and she nods and turns and I realize I’m going to have to learn to deal with a lot of mention of my mother. It’s not that I don’t like to think of her or that I want to forget, it just hurts when the people here knew her longer than I did. 

Beatrice points to different sections. Even though they’ve all got hand made signs on the aisles of books. It’s a small shop and there’s just enough room for one person in the aisles of the closely lined mismatching bookcases. Books haphazardly stacked on their sides at the ends because the shelves are jam packed with no room to spare. 

“Your mother always had her nose pressed in a book, drove the boys crazy cause of it, prettiest girl in town wanted nothing to with any of em” she laughs and I do too. My heart breaks a little bit but also warms at the little anecdote into my mothers life at my age. 

“She was a good girl , your momma” Beatrice sighs and I smile softly. 

“Well, I’ll let you get to it. Sprinkles , cmon leave her alone” Beatrice clicks her tongue and pats her leg and the cat gives a loud meow and trots off with her. 

I spend a lot of time looking through the shelves. Some of the shelves two rows deep. I look at all the fiction. Fantasy, contemporary, sci fi, horror, romance. 

I’ve got a stack of ten different paperback books I’m carrying as I browse the last of the romance section. Setting my stack down as I tilt my head and browse the titles. 

“You lookin for some romance Hollywood?” His drawl reaches me and I lift my head and see Beau leaned against the end of the aisle , arms crossed. He’s wearing light wash jeans and another plain white t shirt , tucked into his pants with a giant fucking belt buckle with a horse head or something on it, and dark brown boots. His biceps are large as he stands there with his arms crosses and smirks at me with a fucking wink and those dimples. 

I give a sigh. “Hello Beau” I say trying to pretend I don’t love the fucking sight of him. No man should be that attractive. Especially not in cowboy boots. God, did I now have a cowboy fetish? 

My eyes look down to the top of my pile I set down and I sigh again. Because I most definitely had a thing for cowboys now. And the top book, is a clear indication of that. As the old western romance cover has a shirtless man in a cowboy hat embracing a girl in long purple and white gingham dress with flowing blonde hair and his mouth near her ear. 

“Oh, you’re talking to me now Hollywood?” He muses and smirks as I  lift my eyes. 

“For now. Unless you’re gonna keep that smug grin on your face. Then…no” I say and that fucking grin widens. 

“Miss me that much huh?” He winks again and I roll my eyes. 

“How did you know?” I ask sarcastically as he walks down the aisle and I turn my eyes back to the books. Pretending to keep looking. Pulling at spines and studying covers and reading the backs. But I’m not reading a damn word as Beau stands close and moves right behind me. The narrow aisle has him pressed right against my backside. 

“What are you doing?” I ask with as much annoyance as I can throw in my voice. 

“Looking for a book to read.” He says with amusement. 

“Oh, you know how? To read?” I ask and slip the book I’m holding back on the shelf as his chuckle hits the back of my head. 

“Sure do , beautiful” he says and places his hands on my hips and dips his head down and kisses my cheek and I jerk my head to the side and look at him. 

“What are you doing?” I hiss at him with a little scowl. 

“Touching your hips and kissin on your cheek” he smiles. I roll my eyes. 

“Okay…WHY are you doing that?” I ask and he smiles. 

“Cause you’re pretty and I’m hoping you’ll give me more of that mouth too” he says and smirks. 

“Pass” I huff and turn back to the books and try to ignore the flames erupting in my skin as he grips my hips harder. 

His mouth dips to my ear. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you” he whispers and I swallow. Trying to steady myself before I speak so my breath doesn’t come out as turned on as I am by having him back in my space with his hands on me. 

“Does it hurt? That cowboy brain thinking so much?” I ask and he laughs and groans slightly.

“Hurts my dick a little” he whispers and I suck in a breath as he pushes his lap against my ass. 

“I’ve been thinking real hard, darlin” he whispers with a low groan. 

“Beau, knock it off” I say my voice breathless and shaky and he hums. 

“You don’t want me touchin you?” He asks as his hands push up to my waist and I feel his long fingers slide up under my shirt slowly. 

“Beau” I say his name on a soft pant as I feel his hands slide higher and higher and I exhale and look to the side. Wondering if Beatrice is going to come looking for me or for Beau and my hands lift and they push along the mismatched spines and up to a shelf near my head and Beau groans in my ear. 

“Been thinking about these pretty New York tits you’ve got , darlin” he whispers as his hands slide over the thin lace of my bra and I take a breath, holding it as I bite my lip as his palms cover my breasts and his hands squeeze gently and rub my breasts. My nipples getting harder under the warm touch of his palms and his fingers hook around the top of my bra and he pulls the cups down and I let out a soft moan. 

“Shhh” he whispers in my ear and I let out a tiny whimper as his hands cover my bare breasts and he groans quietly. 

“Miss you in my hands Savannah” he whispers and my eyes flutter closed and my head goes back against his chest as he rolls my nipples through his fingers. 

“Beau” I moan. 

“Shhhh” he hushes me and dips his mouth to my neck and head falls to the side as his mouth brushes my skin and he gently pulls my nipples and pinches them and I whimper. 

“Be quiet Darlin” he whispers. 

“I can’t” I exhale hard and he grabs my tits and squeezes them hard and I whimper.

“Turn around so I can kiss your rich girl tits Savannah” he groans and I curse softy and his hands drop slightly and pivot me to turn and he smirks at me as he pulls my tank top right up and moves slightly to the side and dips his head down as he looks up at me. 

I watch him as he grins and I bite my lip hard as he opens his mouth and I push my breath out with an exhale as his warm wet mouth closes around my nipple. 

“Beau” I moan softly and he groans with his mouth full and I feel my cunt ache as his mouth pulls and pops with a wet sucking noise off my nipple and then does the same to the other. 

“It’s mine whether you say it is or not Savannah” he says and my brows pinch but his mouth teasing my nipples as he brushes his lips over one and then the other, feels too fucking good to argue. 

He wanted me to say my pussy was his.  That’s why he’d stopped eating me out. Cause I wouldn’t say it. Now he had the nerve to tell me  it was his anyways.

“Everyone in town already knows the pretty cock candy from New York is spoken for darlin” 

He just called me cock candy. While calling me darlin. Why was that turning me on? And why did he mean everyone knew I was spoken for?

“You told people we hooked up?” I say angrily but still not moving to take his mouth from my tits. 

“No, I told them to keep their god damn hands off you or I’d drag them through the mud” he says and flicks his tongue over my nipple. 

“Told all the other guys our age to not even think about touching you” 

“Maybe I like older men” I exhale and he pauses. 

“I knew you had a thing for Harold” he teases with his mouth hovering over my nipple. I nearly snort as I laugh and he smiles and kisses my nipple and I bite my lips together and lick them as he softly kisses my breasts all over and then stands up straight as I’m panting with hard wet nipples. He lifts the cups of my bra back up and lowers my shirt. 

“You're such a fucking tease” I glower at him and he smirks. 

“And you’ve got a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl” he says. 

“Does my cursing bother you?” I cock my brow and he shakes his head. 

“You're rough around the edges, like your aunt said” he smiles and I scrunch my nose and tighten my lips.

“But I think I might just like you rough Savannah” he says and places his hands on the shelves near my head and my chin tilts up to look him in the eyes. 

“Now let’s buy your naughty little cowboy romance books and get out of here” he smirks and I narrow my eyes. 

“I’m not buying cowboy romance boo-“

“You mean that ain’t yours?” He nods to the stack of books at my side and I shake my head. 

He grins. “I can take my shirt off if you need me too, I kinda look like him” he smirks and I exhale and shove at his chest. 

“God, just shut up” I huff and grab the stack of books and he laughs quietly as I throw daggers at him with my eyes over my shoulder as I walk to the front of the store with him on my tail. 

Beau pays for the books. And I don’t even bother arguing when he gently moves me to the side and pulls out his wallet. I just cross my arms and watch him smirk slightly as Beatrice smiles at the two of us. Looking back and forth between us and her smiles just gets bigger and bigger as if she’s watching us exchange wedding vows instead of just buying books. 

As we leave the shop , Beau carries the books in the brown paper bag and takes them to my truck and opens my passenger side door. 

“Get in darlin” he says and I scrunch my face. 

“Um. Normally I drive from the drivers seat”

“Yeah. But I’m driving” he says and I jerk my head back. 

“No you’re not” I argue. 

“When you’re with me.  I drive ,Hollywood”

“Well. I’m not WITH you , so” I shove the door shut and grab my bag. 

“Thanks for the books, Kenny Rogers” I say. Because yes. I definitely googled famous country singers that were male so I could continue to call him by their names. 

He laughs and people are looking at us and I turn and walk to the drivers side and he follows and opens the door. 

“Slide over” he says and I step into the truck and slide my bag into the passenger seat. 

“No thank you” I say and go to pull my door shut but he’s standing there and lifts his foot and shoves his ass at me. 

“I said slide over ,darlin” he says and I squeal and shove my ass across the trucks front seat. 

“You're a pain in the ass!” I hiss and he laughs and pulls the door shut. 

“Keys, sweetheart” he says and holds out his hand. 

“Quit darling and sweathearting me Beau, I’m not your girl”

“But I’m gonna make you mine, so deal with it…darlin” he winks and I huff and toss the keys into his lap. 

“You're insufferable” I say. 

“Thank you” he says and puts the keys in the ignition. 

“NOT a compliment” I say. 

“Sure it is” he says and starts the truck and slides his hand onto my leg and I push it off. 

He laughs. 

“Alright. Stubborn.” He smiles and winks at me and I snarl at him slightly. 

“Really love this back and forth with you, the only time you seem to like me is when a part of you is in my mouth” he says and I glare at him. 

“I’m about to put my fist in your mouth” I say and he laughs. 

“You know just what to say to me to turn me on  Hollywood” he says. And I roll my eyes as he drives off. 

“Where are we even going?” I ask. 

“Does it matter, as long as you have the pleasure of my company?” He asks with a smile as he looks at the road. 

“Think we need to go back to that book store and buy you a dictionary so you can look up the meaning of pleasure, cowboy” 

“Nah, I saw it and heard it when you came in my lap, or did you already forget bucking on me on your bed ,like you were riding a bronco?” 

“I hate you” I huff. 

“We both know that’s a lie sweetheart” he says and reaches his hand over to my leg again and grabs my thigh firmly. And I go to shove it off again and he gently bats my hand away. 

“Quit it” He says 

“YOU quit it” I hiss but don’t bother to push his hand away as his thumb Strokes the outside of my thigh. 

“God you’re fuckin soft” He says and smooths his hand over my thigh and groans to himself. 

“Quit being a pervert” I hiss. 

“Quit being the girl of my dreams then” he says and smirks to himself. 

“You think you’re so smooth, don’t you cowboy?” I ask. Half amused.  Partially annoyed. And also partially turned on. 

“I know I am” he says and slides his hand over the top of my Thigh and down between my legs. Grabbing it from the inside and I suck in a breath. 

“Get used to my hands on your darlin, cause I’ve touched you too many times now to stop” he says and grips my inner thigh and I bite my lip and he gives me a short glance with a small grin. 

“Good girl” he winks and I roll my eyes and he chuckles to himself as he looks back at the road.