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“So,” I ask, pushing a piece of toast and bacon into the warm runny yolk of my egg. “What is it you do for a living, Duke? Or do you just spend all your time driving across the country in expensive sports cars?”
“I’m a doctor.” He wipes a little bit of egg from the side of his mouth with his napkin and sits back in his chair. “But right now I'm on holiday. Ticking an item off my bucket list. Something I’ve been wanting to do ever since I first got my license, but never found the time for. Always too busy working.”
He takes a sip of his coffee and lets out a soft, slow sigh. “How about you, Daisy? How’d a woman like you end up working at a motel in the middle of nowhere.”
“I ain’t just working here,” I tell him, a hint of pride in my voice. “I’m part owner.”
He raises an eyebrow. I enjoy seeing that look of surprise on his face. Shock. Respect. Admiration. Like I’m not just a country girl struggling to make ends meet, but someone who’s going places.
“Although, it’s not as impressive as it sounds.” I start eating again. The bacon is amazing. “My parents are the real owners. This land's been in my family for nearly two hundred years. Farmers originally. But my pop, he reckons it’s only gonna get harder for us little outfits. So he wanted to diversify.” I look up to see whether I’m boring him, but he's looking at me like I’m the most fascinating person he’s ever met. A tingle of excitement runs through my body. Nobodies ever looked at me like this. “What with Airbnb coming along, and all the big farms being bought up by huge corporations, my parents decided to open this here motel. Diversify. Multiple streams on income. That kind of thing. It’s only been a few years, but it’s doing really well.”
“The location's perfect,” he says. “I bet you get all sorts of people. Some of them just stopping off for the night on the way through. Other’s here for a quiet getaway somewhere beautiful.”
“That’s right!” I smile. “It’s a lot of work though. That’s why I’m part owner now. My ma, she wanted me to go off to college. Nobody in my family's ever been to college before. But, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, and it seemed a waste to spend all that money and get myself in so much debt without a plan. In the end, I decided to stay right here. I started helping out with the bookings and social media. And then one day, after about a year of working my butt off twelve hours a day, seven days a week, I sat them down and I told them I love them and that I love working here, but that I’m gonna need more than just a minimum wage.” I drink some coffee. Pausing a little for dramatic effect. I’ve never really told anyone this story. I’m enjoying myself. It’s almost like I’m on a date, and it’s going really well. Although, that’s crazy talk. Duke’s a doctor. He lives in the city. This is probably just his bedside manner. But it doesn’t mean a girl can’t pretend. “Now, they didn’t have all that much money. Things are kind of tight around here. Especially so soon after building the place. But they could see I was working hard and that I deserved a fair share. So, they decided to make me their business partner.”
“That’s very impressive.” He folds his arms over his chest and runs his tongue along his top lip. “Most people wouldn’t have the guts to stand up to their parents the way you did. It could have caused a rift. It would have been easier to just keep on going the way things were. Even if it wasn’t what you wanted. And, especially if your parents were struggling for money.”
I can’t help but giggle. “That’s exactly what my pop said. He was proud of me when I asked. But I was only doing exactly what he’d always taught me. Never to sell myself short. To always stand up for what I want.”
“I can see why he’d be proud.” Duke stands up. “He’s a very lucky man, your dad. Very lucky indeed.”
He picks up his plate and starts walking toward the kitchen. It's only when he's about halfway there that I realize what he’s doing.
“Wait.” I half jog over to him and take his plate and mug from his hand. “You're a guest,” I tell him. “I can’t have you walking around washing up after yourself. You’ll get me a bad reputation.”
He steps a little closer. I have to crane my neck just to look up into his eyes. “What about if it’s our little secret?”
My heart thunders inside my chest. All I can look at are his lips. Like a moth drawn to the light, I stagger into his arms. He cranes his neck down. I close my eyes and we kiss. The knives and forks fall off his plate and scatter along the floor, but I don’t care.
“Oh, Duke,” I groan, opening my mouth. Granting him access to invade my entry with his tongue.
His hand squeezes my hip. I grind against his body. I’m just about to throw the plate and the mug on the floor and rip his jeans off, when my pop calls from the other room.
“Daisy!” he yells. “You back there, Daisy?”
We break apart like someone just shoved a cattle prod between us. My chest is heaving. Up. Down. Up Down. I’m so wet between my legs I could get some rubber rings and start selling tickets for a water slide.
“I guess I better get going.” He takes my cheek in his hand and kisses me softly on the side of my mouth. “Thanks for the meal.”
“You’re welcome,” I crouch down and pick up the cutlery from the floor. “It was really nice meeting you tonight, Dr. Duke.”
“No, Daisy.” He stops in the doorway and turns back around. “The pleasure was all mine.”
4
Duke
It’s five in the morning and I’m still wide awake. My body is tired, but my mind is racing. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. How it felt to press my lips against that gorgeous woman’s mouth. How it felt to have her in my arms. To breath in the sweet, flowery scent of her perfume.
I turn over on my back and grip my rock-hard length. Tugging up and down on my shaft as I imagine Daisy laying beside me, her succulent round breasts in my hand, her tongue between my teeth, her gorgeous wet pussy begging for my cock.
“Daisy,” I groan as another jet of cum shoots out of me.
This isn’t the first time I’ve released myself tonight. I haven’t had this much hand-action since I was a teenager and I first discovered my dad’s secret stash of Playboys.
The sticky, white liquid clings to my hand. I need to get up. Have a shower. Continue on my drive east. But the idea of leaving here, leaving Daisy, only makes my heart feel heavy.
I sit on the side of my bed. Footsteps crunch across the gravel outside. The clock says it’s a quarter after five. People in the country sure do wake up early.
