The Jackpot Screwer: Enemies to Lovers (Love In Dayton Valley Book 2) Page 14

  “That was different,” I protested, moving another step away from her. “I was working late, doing paperwork. I wasn’t about to examine a pig that bites its own tail.”

  “Well, you sure look as though you want to have sex with me.” Grabbing my hand that was holding the bag, she exposed my crotch which was indeed bulging. “See!”

  My resolve was almost gone, especially when I looked her up and down. Her tits looked high and round and her legs long and smooth in denim shorts, already open at the button.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  Bronte saw she had me on the ropes and smiled seductively. “I need you so bad, babe. You’re the only one who knows how to satisfy me.”

  Shit she was good. I’d been so damned determined that I’d prove we were more than sex, but she’d enticed me like Eve had with Adam; getting him to eat that damn apple with her. Contemplating where we could go, I looked around but there was nowhere that didn’t stink of or had some covering of pig shit.

  “The truck,” Lollipop said, reading my mind.

  As she moved for my vehicle, something hit me. I wasn’t actually willing to have sex with her, no matter how painful and blue my balls were. Whether it was catching sight of her little pot belly poking out from under her tank and knowing that was our baby was in there or the fact that in a pen, in my eyeline, a boar with the biggest balls I’d ever seen, had just mounted a sow, I had no idea, but whatever it was made me turn around and stop her.

  “No, Lollipop. It isn’t happening.”

  She pulled up short and gasped loudly, her face morphing into an expression of sheer horror.

  “What?”

  “I said it’s not happening,” I replied with a shrug. “We’re not having sex in the back of my truck on a pig farm.”

  “I know that,” she cried. “Did you think I wanted you to take me here.” She flung her arm around. “It smells of pig poop. I thought we’d drive somewhere.”

  “Lollipop, I’m working. I can’t drive off and leave Jim, just so I can have sex with you.”

  “But why not?”

  “Because…” I struggled for the words, mainly because I was shocked that I was even turning her down in the first place. Old Carter would have given Jim some story about an emergency, driven up to the old make out point at Devil’s Creek and made her scream with pleasure. “Because you’re having a baby.”

  Yep, it was pretty lame even for me.

  “I know, and whose fault is that?” Lollipop’s eyes were murderous as she pointed a long, delicate finger at me. “Yours. You’re the one who put this baby inside me. This baby that’s making my hormones go crazy. It’s your fault all I can think of is your damn penis. So, you need to do something about it, Mister!”

  “We’re not even together,” I responded, giving her a one shoulder shrug.

  Yeah, your damn choice, Lollipop.

  “I thought that’s what you wanted,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and obliterating my perfect view. “You said we could still have sex.”

  Narrowing my eyes at her I tried to recall our conversation. “That was weeks ago, and I only suggested it because I was shocked that you dumped me.”

  “I didn’t dump you,” she ground out. “I said we had to take it slow. That you had to be sure.”

  “And I told you I was, so…” I held my palms up and waited for a response, but she had nothing because she knew I was right. There was no damn reason on earth why we weren’t together.

  “Ugh,” she eventually groaned. “You’re so irritating at times. I don’t know why I bother with you, I really don’t. In fact, I’m not sure I even want to speak to you ever again. We should converse through our parents in future.”

  Geez, someone’s hormones were rampant today. The woman was completely irrational. Her actually begging me for sex was crazy enough, but never speaking to me for the foreseeable future—like that was going to happen. Aside from us having a kid together, she was too damn addicted to my dick to never ask for it again.

  “Lollipop,” I sighed. “Why don’t you go home, put your feet up and chill.”

  Wrong thing to say. Once again, the mouth moved before the brain even had a chance to consider whether I was spouting wise words, or not. Why didn’t I learn? Why did I always put myself on the back foot with the gorgeous but fucking angry woman I loved?

  Her nostrils flared, her eyes went wild like a bull about to rampage and as she lifted her leg to stamp her foot, I knew instantly it was a huge mistake.

  “No, Lollipo—”

  She couldn’t have picked a bigger puddle of pig piss and shit if she’d gone around the farm and measured them individually. It was almost of tidal wave proportions, splashing up her legs, over her amazing tits and all over her face.

  Who knew one petulant act could cause such devastation?

  I tried not to find it funny, but as water dripped off the end of her nose and down her chin, I couldn’t help letting out a loud belly laugh.

  “Oh my God, Lollipop that’s just so—”

  “Don’t say another word,” she ground out, closing her eyes. “Not, one word.”

  Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a handkerchief. “Here, let me help.” I dabbed her face, but all I seemed to be doing was spreading the piss and shit across her face.

  “Leave it. Just leave it,” Bronte breathed out, her chin quivering. “I’m going home.”

  “So, the offer of sex is definitely off the cards then?” I asked, smirking.

  Wild eyes flashed open as she gasped in shock that once again, I’d not engaged my brain. I was ready for the onslaught, but when a huge blob of shit dropped from the end of Bronte’s nose onto her bottom lip, I figured it was time to make myself scarce.

  Dayton Valley’s Easter fayre was pretty much the biggest social event of the year. Mainly for the high school kids because when the fayre closed down at ten, they all congregated down at Fiddler’s Field to drink, dance and generally have fun. In our senior year there was reckoned to be over two hundred kids down there. A ton of kids from Middleton Ridge Academy turned up, thinking their shit didn’t stink and their guys started throwing their weight around. Obviously, those from Dayton Valley High weren’t going to let that slide and a huge fight broke out—girls included. Ellie and I made a heap of cash that night placing bets with those not fighting on what time the Sheriff and his boys would turn up and a few side bets who’d get banged up the worse. Since then, things had calmed down a little, mainly because out of towners were no longer allowed access—the Sheriff always had a couple of guys keeping watch letting the kids do their own thing but being around if things got out of hand.

  The point being it was a day everyone looked forward to throughout the year. The adults got drunk in the beer tent that Penny ran, while the kids played the games, went on the rides and made themselves sick with all the junk food for sale. We were a small town and pretty much shut down for the day so everyone could have fun.

  However, looking at myself in the long mirror on my wall, my usual excitement for the day just wasn’t there. My stomach looked like I’d eaten three portions of Mom’s fried chicken with mac ‘n’ cheese. There was no way my jeans were going to fasten. Groaning I stomped over to my closet, wondering what I could wear.

  Call me stupid but I wanted to look sexy. Ellie and I were meeting up with Hunter, Carter and a few of our friends and after the fiasco at Jim Wickerson’s pig farm I needed to up my game.

  I’d been mortified at begging him for sex, not least because it had resulted in me being covered in pee and poop. My feelings had also been hurt because he’d turned me down and I was determined he wouldn’t again. Yeah, I was still incredibly horny and permanently turned on.

  Who knew extra genital blood flow was a thing?

  Flicking through the hangers on my rail, I heaved out a sigh of frustration.

  “You’re not ready.”

  It was Ellie and when I turned to look at her, I wanted to scream like a todd
ler who’d dropped its popsicle. She looked beautiful, just like I wanted to. Her hair was shiny and full, flowing down over her shoulders and almost touching her ass. While she was wearing the tiniest pair of denim shorts and a tight tee, tied in a knot at her waist that had the slogan, ‘My Cowboy Rides Hard’.

  “Ugh,” I groaned. “I see you’re still getting plenty.”

  “Good morning to you too,” she chimed back, throwing herself onto my bed. “How come you’re so happy today?”

  I pointed down at my bump which, while not huge, was not the flat stomach I was used to. “I can’t fit into any of my clothes. These are my fat jeans and the button still won’t fasten.”

  “Yeah well,” Ellie muttered. “Your fat jeans are another woman’s skinnies.” She peered at my stomach and then nodded to my dresser. “Hair tie will do it. Loop it around the button through the hole then back around the button.”

  I did as she suggested and let out a momentary sigh of relief, before realizing I had no clue what to wear on top. My boobs had gotten huge and nothing would stretch across them bar a few tanks and tees. Reading my mind Ellie pointed to the door.

  “Shaw must have a shirt that will fit you. A nice plaid one over the top of your tank. Leave the shirt open. When you’ve done that, I’ll tie the laces on your sneakers for you.”

  “I’m not that fat I can’t reach my feet,” I cried, not really sure I could.

  “Whatever.” She reached for the magazine on my bed and started to flick through it. “Just hurry up, I need a breakfast burrito.”

  “You could have had breakfast at home, you know.” I looked into the mirror to touch up my lip gloss and then fussed with my loose braid, positioning it over my shoulder.

  “It’s tradition. Benny’s breakfast burrito, a weak cup of coffee and then straight on to the Ferris wheel. Hey, you going on that this year?”

  “I still have five months to go, Ellie. I’m not likely to give birth up there if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  She tapped at the screen of her phone and sighed. “I’m not, I just didn’t know if you were allowed to go on it, being pregnant. That’s Hunter.” She flashed me her phone screen. “He and Carter are at the field now, so hurry up.”

  Rolling my eyes, I padded back to my closet and pulled out a red and navy plaid shirt, giving it a sneaky little sniff before pulling it on and rolling up the sleeves.

  “So, you already had something to wear?” Ellie said as I snatched up my keys from my dresser.

  I shook my head. “Nope. You gave me the idea and I just happen to have this in my closet.”

  “Hmm,” she replied, eying me as she got up from my bed. “Looks expensive. Shaw must be making good money bussing tables at that fancy restaurant he works weekends.”

  I didn’t reply but led her from my room. She didn’t need to know it was Carter’s and that it made me feel like I was in his arms; she’d only give me shit about it.

  As we walked through the gates into the field, my joy was complete when the first person we bumped into was Talia Pitt. She was wearing the skimpiest summer dress and the most ridiculously high wedge heels for walking around a dry and rutted field.

  “Shit, is she allowed out during sunlight?” Ellie hissed from the corner of her mouth. “Hey, Talia, great to see you.”

  “I thought she was your friend?” I asked as Queen Bitch walked toward us, waving at Ellie.

  “She was but Hunter told me they made out once when we were seventeen. It was a game of spin the bottle at Fiddler’s field after the fayre. He said she was a grade one clinger. Talia, honey, how’re you doing?”

  “Ellie. Great to see you. I hear you finally snagged that cowboy every girl in town wants.”

  Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Ellie tinkled out a laugh. “I sure did. He’s just.” She sighed and clutched her shirt over her heart. “Wonderful.”

  Talia shivered and stretched her neck, obviously mortified at the thought of my friend boning Hunter. “Lovely,” she ground out and then turned to me. “And my haven’t you…” She looked down at my stomach and circled her finger in the air. “Blossomed. Quite the lump you have there.”

  “Yes,” I replied through a gritted smile. “My bump is coming along nicely. Carter and I are so excited.”

  “Really,” she exclaimed looking over her shoulder. “He didn’t mention it when I was just visiting with him, over at Benny’s stall.”

  Ellie and I looked at each other and then turned to stare across the field to where there was already a line at Benny’s. Hunter and Carter were standing to one side talking to a group of four girls. I recognized one as Mindy Parkinson, an ex-hook up of Carter’s and when he leaned in to say something close to her ear, I felt the already irrational hormones invading my body, turn a fiery red.

  “We should get over there,” Ellie replied, grabbing hold of my hand and tugging me. “The boys will be getting hungry.”

  Not bothering to say goodbye to Talia I chased after my best friend. We’d almost reached them when Austen came running up to us.

  “Hey, sis. If you see Mom and Dad, you haven’t seen me. Okay?”

  I pulled Ellie to a stop. “Hang on. Why? What you up to?”

  He glanced around the field and as I watched his eyes linger in a corner by the Slip ‘n’ Slide, I spotted Peggy Browning. Her gaze seemed to be most definitely in my little brother’s direction.

  “Is she why you don’t want me to tell Mom and Dad I’ve seen you?”

  Austen colored up and shifted his feet. “No.”

  “Oh my God,” Ellie cried. “Peggy is why you were asking Carter and Hunter for sex advice, isn’t she?”

  “So, you did talk to Carter, about sex.” I hissed at Austen, before swiveling around to look at Ellie. “He asked those two idiots for sex advice?” I then turned back to my brother. “Why didn’t you ask me and Ellie? We could have given you some real good stuff to work on.”

  Austen took a step back and grimaced. “Ugh no. The point is you haven’t seen me. Okay. Oh, and Ellie,” he said curling his lip at her. “Tell Hunter he’s a snitch and I won’t be asking for his help again. He was pretty crappy anyways.”

  Ellie gasped. “Hunter is the best at sex. How can you say he was crappy? There is nothing crappy about Hunter where sex is concerned.”

  “Ellie, please,” I groaned and then turned back to Austen. “Actually, what the hell are you doing asking about sex? You’re fourteen.”

  “Fifteen.” He grumbled and turned to walk away. “I’m not going to do anything stupid, don’t worry.”

  “Make sure you don’t,” I called after him. “You’re only fourt-.”

  “Fifteen, yeah, yeah, I know.” He waved me away and then jogged off in the direction of Peggy who was looking at him like he was a long, cold drink in a desert. God, the kids started young nowadays.

  “How could you not tell me that my little brother was asking for sex advice?”

  Ellie shrugged and carried on her path toward her cowboy. “Didn’t have a chance and it’s not like either of those two will have given him any good tips.”

  “I thought you said that Hunter was great at sex. There’s nothing crappy about Hunter where sex is involved is what you said.”

  “There isn’t, but you really think he or my brother telling Austen to ‘make sure you give it to her good and mix up the positions during every session, buddy’, is what he needs to hear.” She threw her hands in the air. “They’d never think to tell him to whack off before his first time to make it last longer, or to imagine her nipple is a juicy popsicle. Am I right?”

  She had a point and her voice, a cross between Carter and Hunter, was pretty spot on to be fair. Not feeling the need to say anything else, we continued on. As we reached them, my heart tumbled as I saw Mindy smile and wink at Carter and then walk away with her group of friends.

  “Hey, baby.” Hunter immediately pulled Ellie into his arms and kissed her hard. It was so full on it even made me blush.


  “Lollipop, you want the breakfast burrito?”

  My tumbling heart actually deflated and fell right down to the pit of my stomach. He hadn’t noticed I was wearing his shirt, or that I’d taken extra time on my hair and make-up. Actually, he wasn’t even looking at me, but his gaze was over my shoulder.

  “Hang on, hold that, I just need to catch up with…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but when I turned to watch him, Carter had run over to chat to a group of women I recognized from my yoga group. I say my yoga group, Ellie and I had been twice but after Ellie farted in downward dog position, she never wanted to set foot in the place again. Like a good friend I supported her, and we’d decided to drink wine at Stars & Stripes between seven-thirty and eight-forty-five every Tuesday instead.

  “So, you ladies want the usual?” Hunter asked, evidently having had his fill of Ellie for the time being.

  “Hmm?” I asked, distractedly, my eyes still on Carter laughing with the yoga women.

  “Breakfast burrito?” Hunter smiled and tugged at my elbow.

  I turned to him and narrowed my eyes. “What’s Carter doing with those women? And why was Mindy all giggly with him.”

  Hunter cleared his throat. “Not sure what you mean,” he said, with a shake of his head before turning to Ellie. “Breakfast burrito, cutie pie?”

  Hunter’s face told me something was going on, and the fact that Carter couldn’t wait to get away from me, told me everything I needed to know.

  “You know what,” I said, putting a hand on Hunter’s arm. “I’m feeling a little queasy, so you both get breakfast and I’ll catch you later.”

  “Bronte,” Ellie whined. “It’s tradition.”

  “Yeah, well I’m just not feeling like it.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Our parents are over there, so I’ll catch you later.”

  “You sure?” She wrapped me in a hug. “Meet you at the Ferris wheel in say, twenty minutes?”

  I nodded but was thinking I’d probably catch up with my folks and then sneak back home. Carter was obviously moving on, publicly. I for one didn’t want to watch it. Waving goodbye to Hunter and Ellie I started to make my way over to my mom and dad who along with Melinda, Henry and Jefferson were talking to Mayor and Mrs. Garrison. Almost having reached them, Grady Michaels’ voice came booming over the loudspeaker. He was the Elementary school Principal and had been the MC of the fayre for as long as I could remember. Apart from the one year when he had the mumps and was highly contagious. That year Jim Wickerson did it and got so high on pot laced brownies a couple of the High School seniors gave him, he announced Audrey Montgomery, who ran the dry-cleaning store, as winner of best cow in show—there wasn’t even a competition for best cow.