Free Dirty, Sexy, Taboo by Alexx Andria Page A

2012 by Alexx Andria
     
    All I can say without a doubt was, at six foot three inches and corded with enough muscle to make a nun forget her vows of celibacy, Chase Cafferty was the best thing about this Podunk town that I’d managed to find since my dad moved us here to Nowhere, United States a month ago after a job change my senior-freaking-year.
    And I wanted him. I figured if anything could relieve my boredom it was this brawny specimen. Before long, I was innocently popping into places where I knew he’d be, casually striking up conversation here and there. But finally, my impatience had gotten the better of me so when I’d tracked him down to the feed and seed that sultry summer day, I’d had an ulterior motive in mind.
    “Hey Chase,” I said, after covertly watching him load a shit ton of hay into the back of his truck and getting wet at the thought of licking the sweat from each rounded swell of muscle across his chest and arms. I sent him an appreciative glance before sliding up onto the tailgate of his older Ford F150 truck. “Looking good.”
    “Thanks,” he murmured with a shy grin that killed me. “Not bad yourself. Whatcha doin’?”
    You, hopefully. “Nothing. Bored out of my mind, as usual. What do people do for fun around here anyway?”
    He squinted against the late afternoon sun as it descended into the western sky and shrugged, saying, “Tip cows?” with a teasing smile that curled my toes. Man, how was it that this guy was still single? I’d only been here a month and already I wanted to fuck him. I laughed at his joke —   at least I hoped it was a joke — and wondered how shocked he’d be if I told him that I wanted to see what was hiding beneath those worn Levis. Was he a boxer or a brief kind of guy? Or did he go commando? No, that could cause chaffing for a man who worked hard like Chase did everyday. He wasn’t like a lot of the soft-handed, mani-pedi-getting weiny men that I’d known in L.A. who went clubbing and whatnot. No, Chase was a red-blooded American man who clearly needed a little tender lovin’ care and I was just the girl to give it to him.
    “So you’re going to Halford High,” he said, making conversation.
    “Yeah,” I said. “You graduated two years ago, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    Scintillating conversation thus far. Would it be considered rude if I told him to cut the chatter and just drop his drawers so I could see what I was working with?
    My nipples tingled at the thought of seeing what was tucked behind that button-fly and I stifled a groan of pure lust. God, I was fucking horny. I was practically itching to rub my thighs together in the hopes of creating some much-needed friction.
    It’d been way too long since I’d had a cock between my legs. You see, I was used to getting fucked fairly regularly. Back home in civilization, I had a respectable list of fuck buddies who were always ready and willing to give me a good bang when the need arose but didn’t feel the need to cuddle afterward. I guess I’m kinda like a guy in that I didn’t like a lot of chit-chat after the deed was done. I’m like, thanks babe, now get the hell out before my dad comes home and sees your naked ass in my bed.
    But with Chase…I might let him stick around a bit, you know?
    His family owned a ranch out of town with lots of horses and cows and whatever else you’d expect to find in a Midwestern ranch and it was Chase’s job to haul the feed.
    “So any plans for a Friday night?” I asked coyly, noting with a flush of pleasure how his blue eyes dipped to my exposed cleavage and then bounced away as if caught doing something he shouldn’t. Oh, that was cute. I could turn him inside out and backwards with the things I wanted to do to him. I’d even stick my tongue up his ass if he wanted. Hell, I’d let him stick whatever he wanted up my ass.
    Chase grinned and jerked his head with a shrug. “Not really. You?”
    Ohhh, that smile did weird things to my insides. I mean, he