Make Mine A Monster: Monsterotica: Book 2 (3 page)

“Can I help you with something?”
Like peeling those ass-hugging wranglers off of you and licking you from top to bottom?

“I don’t mean to intrude, but I overheard your conversation with Darcy and I’d like to offer you some help.”

Oh sweet baby Jay! A cowboy and a gentleman!

I trailed my finger down the front of his baby-blue shirt and gazed up into the most amazing chocolate-brown eyes I’d ever seen, “And just what kind of help would you like to offer
me, cowboy?”

He tipped his Stetson, blushing a bit beneath his well-tanned cheeks. “Ma’am, I know of a place you can stay during the festival. It’s nothin’ special, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

“And why should I trust you, cowboy?”

“Seems to me that you really have no other choice. You need a place and I know the perfect one for you. Name’s Roy. Roy Longfellow, by the way.” Pulling my hand to his lips, Roy kissed it with full, delectable lips jump-starting my already primed-for-action hormones.

“Longfellow, huh? I bet.” If the size of his hands were anything to go by, Roy might actually make me change my mind about cowboys. For the moment anyways. I’d almost bet no man would ever satisfy me the way Nessiana had, but I’d gladly give this stud a ride he’d never forget.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hi. I’m Rosie Peaks.” A flicker of amusement lit his face. It happened all of the time. Most people have their minds in the gutter ninety percent of the time and it was no surprise that Mr. Longfellow’s would immediately follow suit. So where is this perfect place?”

“Just up the road a ways. It’s an old farmhouse that’s sat empty on my property for over a year. I go in once a month and make sure no critters or squatters have been habitatin’ in there and I’ve kept it pretty clean.”

“Why’s it abandoned?”

“No one wants to live that far out of town. People have traded in fresh air for free wi-fi. Hop Town is all right, but myself, I prefer staying
outside the city limits.”

“Won’t you be on Thelma’s hit-list too? I wouldn’t want to cause trouble for you.” Batting my eyelashes as I stuck my chest out a bit further.

“Don’t you worry about that, darlin’ ” Winking, “Trouble’s my middle name.”

Well, yeeee-haw! Guess who just
found a way to save a horse.

“You lead, I’ll follow, c
owboy.”

Chapter Four

Traveling through the countryside, sticking mainly to dirt and gravel roads that wound up and around the tree-lined foothills, we finally arrived at the homestead forty-five minutes after leaving the Kelley Hotel. I knew it’d take a really good scrubbing to get all of the dust and dirt off of my shin, new baby but when I reached the top of the ridge, I didn’t care.

Roy slid out of his truck with the grace of a lion and I hopped out of mine like an uncoordinated monkey, almost tripping over my own two feet after shutting the door. We stood facing one of the most beautiful scenes I’d ever witnessed. Rolling green hills, dotted with patches of forest that seemed to go on for miles and miles. A peach, pink, blue and purple sunset casted a magical glow across the land and I felt as though we were part of a famous painting. Besides, the large log cabin, barn and what I assumed to be the abandoned farm house in the distance, the land was virtually untouched; rugged.

“How many acres is this?”

“Two-hundred-fifty-eight. Give or take a few.”

“And all of this is yours?”

“Yep.”

“How do survive out here? Don’t you get lonely?”

“I’m on the road a lot, but when I’m lonely I can always find a willing bedwarmer.”

Though we stood there in the shade of the giant oak trees, it was humid. Little rivulets of sweats trailed down from his temples to his neck, his uniquely male scent permeated my senses and I wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap my legs around his waist and slide up and down the length of him.

“Rosie? Y’all right? Your cheeks are pretty red. Let’s get you down to the house.”

“What? Oh, I’m fine.” Just a little hot and bothered.

“How about a drink?”

“Sounds great.” Hope it’s something stiff.

We followed another trail, just barely big enough for one truck, to Roy’s cabin and went inside. Immaculate was the only word to describe it. Sure, there were typical western-slash-southern accents for decoration, but his place was clean. Someone had a serious penchant for perfection and control. Understated, yet a statement in its self, the entire open floor plan resembled a house in a magazine. That gave me hope that the farmhouse would be in pretty good shape, too. My body, however, wanted to explore just how far his need for perfection went.

Roy grabbed us both a beer from his refrigerator, popping the tops off of both; like a perfect gentleman should and handed me the amber beverage. The cool slickness of the longneck was much smaller than what I wanted in my hands and I wasn’t about to wait on this well-mannered cowboy to make the first move. It was time to make a move. I’d hog-tie him if I had to. Who knew? He might be into that sort of thing. I’d try anything once.

“Ya’ know, Roy?” I said, setting my beer on a red, granite countertop, “The beer really isn’t helping. Do you mind?” I unbuttoned my white blouse. Sliding it off of my shoulders, I placed it on the table, bending over slightly, I began to slowly, meticulously fold the flimsy material while giving him an ample view of my tight-covered-in-short-khaki-shorts ass.

“It is awfully hot in here.”

Bending over to unhook my sandals, I heard Roy’s sharp intake of breath. When I stood, his eyes were focused on barely covered breasts.

“Cowboy? Do you like what you see?” I squeezed them together, biting my bottom lip as Roy moved closer.

“Oops!” The front hook of my bra came open on its own and there were my tits, free and ready for the taking.

“Rosie.”

Looking down, “Why yes, yes they are.”

Roy and I were pulled together like animals in heat. A blur of cotton, denim and khaki flew across the room, combined with murmurs, kisses and animal-like growls as we undressed each other.

Cowboy slid a condom out of his wallet and rolled it over his cock. He spun me around, holding me at the waist as he bent me over the smooth, pine table and plowed into me from behind. He was as large as I’d hoped and every thrust had me begging for more.

“Harder, Cowboy! Faster! Giddy-up!” I reached behind him, smacking him on his pale, tight ass. “Ride me!”

Roy obliged, driving deeper and quicker until he let out a holler, “Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaw!” with his release.

Amusing in its own way, but just another reason that I found monster sex to be much more enjoyable. There were cheesy screams or eye-roll-worthy moments with Nessiana. I knew I needed to find another monster and soon.

The mood completely ruined for me. As he finished emptying himself
into his latex sheath. I glanced down at the floor and noticed he’d left his boots on while we fucked. A quick check over my shoulder and sure enough, he was wearing his Stetson as well. I felt dirtier than I ever had with Nessiana.

****

Without saying a word, we separated ourselves and pulled our clothes back on, Roy removing his hat and boots to re-dress and I found it rather annoying. At that point, all I wanted to do was get settled at the old farmhouse and grab a shower. I’d lost my appetite long ago, but I still had a cooler full of goodies should I need anything later on.

Roy gathered my belongings from the truck and loaded them into a large wagon which was attached to his large, green tractor. The thing had monster-sized wheels and was loud as hell! How some women claim to find tractors to be sexy, I’ll never know.

I’m sure he noticed the look of disgust upon my face, for he went on to explain; “After the recent rains, it’s pretty sloppy back there and I’d hate for you to get that purdy truck stuck in the mud back yonder.” He then, stuck a long, thin piece of what I assumed to be wheat, into his mouth where it lay nestled between the inside of his cheek and teeth. Once in a while, his tongue would poke out to readjust his new accent piece.

What did women see in these cowboys? If he spit, I was going to lose my mind.

“Thanks, Roy. I really appreciate you going out of your way like this.” I did, in fact, appreciate it. I just didn’t feel the need to have any further conversation with him that evening.
Stick a fork in er’. She’s done.
Oh my god! The local dialect was contagious.

After he hauled my stuff into the house and showed me around, he gave a stern warning. “I won’t be around much tonight or early tomorrow. I’ll be at the festival. If yer’ still interested in going, I reckon I can give you a ride into town. Otherwise, don’t venture too far from the house. It’s a big place and a purdy, little thang like you could get lost.”

Was he serious? “I did plan on going to the fest. But, I need to freshen up first and I have some research to get done before I do.”

“Research? There ain’t any books here.”

“Well, I do have my cell phone and a laptop.”

“Good luck. I rarely get a signal out here. The tower isn’t that far away, but it ain’
t very dependable.”

“Good to know.” Lovely. “I’ll do what I can and leave the rest until I can get into town. Thanks, Roy.”

“You got it. You remember how to get back to your truck in case you need to leave when I’m gone?”

I bit back the urge to put on my best-dumb-brunette act and replied; “Sure do. I’m good.” Tapping my temple with
one finger, “It’s all up here. Don’t you worry none.”

The sarcasm apparently lost on him, he smiled. “Alrighty then. I’ll just be headin’ out. See you soon, I hope.” He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my cheek just before his lips could touch mine.

“Oh, yes. See you soon.” Not if I could help it.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief once Roy was gone. I could finally get back to the business at hand. The hospitality was great, the romp was okay, but I needed to get settled so I could begin the hunt. I knew, in a place like this; a town that revolved aro
und stories of goblins and strange creatures, there’d have to be a monster somewhere.

Chapter Five

My red, satin sheets were a bit too big for the full-size bed, but I didn’t care. I piled my blankets and pillows on top of the out dated mattress, gathered my laptop and a cold drink so I could get busy after I took a shower. The water was blissfully hot, allowing me to feel much cooler than I actually was once I’d dried off and dressed in a thin cotton t-shirt and shorts.

Unfortunately, Roy had been right. The laptop and phone weren’t able to pick up any signal, so online searching was out of the question
.

“Damn!” I slammed the computer shut and threw myself back onto the pillows. “Worst idea ever.”

Staring up at the surprisingly pristine ceiling, I let my mind wander. I knew I could write down everything I knew so far and I could always wait for Roy to get back home so that I could question him about what he might or might not know about the goblins-slash-critters in Hopkinsville, but did I really feel like listening to his sugary, southern drawl again? No. The only option I had at that point was to walk back to my truck and drive into town for the first night of the festival or stay inside as Roy suggested.

Never one to follow orders, I dressed quickly, pulling on a thin, black miniskirt and tank top. There was no way I’d be able to walk the long lane wearing any of the shoes I’d brought along, so I grabbed a pair of flat sandals, my purse and keys, walking out onto the large wooden porch barefoot. 

The single light on Roy’s property seemed so far away, but it served as a beacon, letting me know with each step that I was still heading in the right direction. Ten minutes and a lot of sweat later, I was seated in my comfortable truck and ready to find the party.

Traffic was at a minimum and I had no problems finding my way back to the town square. From what I could tell, the festival wasn’t very busy and I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, after all, Darcy and Thelma sure made a big deal out of it. But, there just weren’t many people. Maybe I was too late?

“Did I miss all of the fun?” I parked in front of a diner that sat a block away from Town Hall. Sliding out of the truck, I walked towards where I thought the action might be. At Jack’s Diner, the lights were on, but through the window, I saw only two customers enjoying a meal. The other businesses in town looked much the same. If I hadn’t know there was supposed to be an event, I’d say the town was all but abandoned.

I could hear music playing as it echoe
d through the small burg and large spotlight beams lit up the sky as they moved side-to-side. Once I rounder the corner, my eyes fell upon the smallest UFO I’d ever seen. Obviously a prop, it stood two-feet off the ground and probably ten feet in diameter. A flimsy, silver circular sheet tightly fitted to stakes in the ground and around the edges were large, multi-colored light bulbs that blinked in synchronicity with the music that was blaring from loudspeakers around the square. A makeshift door and tiny stairs extended from the fitted fabric and two
aliens
, around a foot and a half tall stood at the bottom. Little green men who appeared to be waving at passersby.