Struck Hard Trilogy: Book 1

Chapter 2: Several Years Later

"Hello, my name is Gracelynne, Gracelynne Whyatt, though I prefer to be called Grace. I am twenty-four years old, and I live in a three-bedroom house in the large state of Texas itself, well by myself with just my dog, Otis. I am the only daughter of Garrett James and Heather Mae, and somehow I was blessed with many of my mother's wonderful traits. I am 5'5 inches tall, and I have her beautiful brown eyes and her smile, but I ended up with my father's nose and his cheekbones. I just thought, along the way, that it was best to love myself for myself. Did it honestly matter which parent I looked like? I mean both of them were quite attractive. I figured, regardless of who I looked like, even though I loved the curvy hourglass body that I was deeply gifted with, I'd just rather be me.

Although now come on, I know it's boring, right? Wait, maybe not; there is one upside to every story, and it just happens to be that my next-door neighbor is the town rancher, and he's rich. Now come on, not really rich; his looks are rich. He was about six feet tall and blessed with that gorgeous dusty brown hair that I could wrap my hands in, and let me not forget that sweet southern smile that always seemed to catch my eye, even when he thought I wasn't looking. He had large hands that worked on the farm all day, and damn those long legs in those Wrangler jeans; he completely took my breath away. However, let me stop rambling about him and say he goes by the name Dwayne Callaway. His full name is Dwayne Matthew Callaway, and he's the only friend I have had in this town. We'd known each other since we were teenagers, and that wasn't the only good thing about living next door to him; I could see him every afternoon shirtless while working hard on the ranch. What a lovely life it is to have this luxury?" Grace narrated to the reader while she sat in the chair typing away on a new book behind her office desk, knowing that a busy day had already come and gone, but she wasn't going to allow her mind to rest that easily.

The sun began to set on that busy ranch around six o'clock, and eventually all the chaos died down; it was time to say goodnight. Winding down for the night while remembering all the things she saw in Dwayne, she headed off to the bathroom for a shower before bed, slowly pulling the silk-tied knot out of her "showing-way-too-much" shirt. She allowed all the thoughts of Dwayne out on the field to come back. She just decided to lose herself in him. In the mirror, Grace could see everything someone could love about her, but knew they wouldn't. She was too insecure, but for some reason not for Dwayne; he never made her feel doubtful or self-destructive. She always had confidence about her around him, but what she wanted most was him in bed with her, next to her, or better yet, on top of her. "I wonder what it would be like to be married to him, to have only him," Grace thought quietly to herself.

Stepping into the shower, imitating every step as though he was watching her every move, she allowed the teasing hot water to caress her very skin with every move she made. Grace began to slip into a state of pure hypnosis, making her body believe Dwayne was there. Closing her eyes, she began to feel his dark brown hair touch her neck as he kissed her shoulders, and the feeling of pleasure overflowed her body. He was there, well in her mind. Grace began to caress her hands across her "tender-to-the-touch" breasts that were aching to be touched by him for real, while she gave in to the sudden burning between her legs, wanting all of him. She allowed herself, after a while, to slip to the bottom of the tub as she let her hand explore, every few seconds, letting out a small sound of sweet surrender. She let herself go. Grace circled the darkened areola with the softest part of her middle finger, watching her n****e become ever more erect, reacting to her touch. She traced down her body, making sure she teased every erogenous spot her fingers could reach. Grace caressed the sides of her v****a and down the lips of her opening as she got wetter. Grace tilted her head back and let out a loud moan as she slipped her fingers inside her soaked slit; she could feel her body aching for him with every thought. "Oh my gosh, Dwayne," Grace whispered as she fingered herself; she could feel her body breaking over the edge for him. She knew what she wanted. She needed to know just how much he carried below the belt, and her curiosity grew stronger until she was pulled from her state of blissful thought; there was a knock at the door. Jolting back into reality, she quickly got dressed, wondering who it could've been.

Standing on the other side of the door, he just hoped she would allow him to come in. Dwayne stood on Gracelynne's porch thinking, "What is she wearing, what was she doing, what is she thinking?" Dwayne hoped there would be nothing to the imagination. That's right, he dreamed of her too. Dwayne loved to watch Grace from the windows every afternoon while he was outside, making her think he wasn't noticing her. They watched, dreamed, and fantasized over each other; one another was all they wanted. Dwayne waited for what seemed like forever, and finally, just finally, Grace's voice was heard through the door.

"Who is it?" questioned Grace. She was trembling, already knowing who it was.

In a very bold and confident response, Dwayne said, "It's Dwayne Callaway, the neighbor."

At that very moment, every breath Grace had saved in her lungs while trying to hold herself together went away and left her breathless. "Did he hear me pleasing myself? Why would he be here at such a time at night? Should I answer the door or walk away?" Grace constantly questions herself. And then, just as Dwayne is about to walk away, Grace opens the door and invites him in, but not before Dwayne catches the most beautiful thing he's ever seen with his very eyes. Grace was dressed in a ruby-red silk gown, and her hair was wavy and curly, all-in-one over her shoulder. The one thing he didn't know was that she wasn't wearing a damn thing under that red gown; maybe he'd find out that night. Dwayne almost couldn't catch his breath as he tried to say hello; he was lost. Dwayne had never seen another girl so beautiful in his life. He could remember her as a teenager, but up close, as an adult, it didn't feel real enough that she was standing in front of him right then. "Hello, come on in." Grace invited Dwayne into the house. She didn't want to leave him outside on the porch for very long.

After gathering his composure, Dwayne advanced into the house, and he closed the door behind him, saying, "I was wondering if you wanted to get to know each other, well, more than when we were teenagers. I know it's late, but I have nothing better to do because the work's all done, so I decided to come to see if you were awake and wanted to talk."

Surprised by his comment, Grace turned around with a shy response and asked, "Actually, Dwayne, we've been friends for a while since we were teenagers, and we're both single. Why don't you stay the night? What would it hurt?"

Her question shocked him so much that Dwayne just said, "I'd love to."

They both left the entryway of Grace's house, heading for the kitchen as Grace thought, allowing many things to roll through her head. "He's here in my house, and I seriously just asked him to stay the night; what is wrong with me? What did I do? Was that the right thing to do or not? Well, what could be so bad? He said yes. I guess let's see where the night takes us." He was in his tight Wranglers, his brown-caked, mud-covered boots, and a tight black western pearl snap button-up shirt. "All this to come to see me, okay deal, I could lose myself in him anytime, but right now, he was all mine." Dwayne allowed Grace to lead him from the kitchen to her room of slumber, but that's not what it would've been used for that night. Grace walked down the darkened hallway of her "small—not so fancy house" and she came to the bedroom door, which was already open. She sat calmly on the bed and patted the pillow next to where she usually lays her head at night.

Dwayne asked, "Is it okay if I sit down and we talk?" Grace accepted, and Dwayne proceeded to take a seat next to her on the bed. "Now, Grace, I have some things to tell you. I know this may seem a little forward and sudden, but I have always had feelings for you since we were teens. You know we have been friends forever, and now my feelings are stronger for you. I see you day in and day out, watching me work on the farm, and I see the expressions of thoughts going through your mind. I want to know, can we take this friendship a step further with you being my girlfriend, Gracelynne Whyatt?" questioned Dwayne.

Grace was very confident in her feelings for Dwayne. With an assuring response, Grace answered, "Yes, I'd be happy to be your girlfriend." Once she said, We don't meet people by accident; everyone is meant to cross our paths for some reason.

"You can thank my momma for letting her baby grow up to be a cowboy," whispered Dwayne in Grace's ear. Dwayne wrapped his arms around Grace's waist, and he lowered her head back onto her pillow where he had just been sitting. "Can I kiss you?" Dwayne asked, whispering in Grace's ear again. Grace accepted. He leaned in, and as gently as he could, he kissed the mouth of an angel. Dwayne knew he had finally found his reason for living; he only wanted her. Dwayne slid his body across hers while his touch teased her skin. Speaking lower than a whisper, just enough for her to hear, do you remember those long nights out in my truck when we were teenagers?

I just hated that we weren't together and nobody knew but us. We could have been more back then, but let's not worry about that now. We have forever, and I've forever wanted to kiss and make love to you. I have wanted for the longest time to know what your lips taste like. I see you at my window every morning when you wake up, when I'm busy on the ranch. Where do you think our adventures will take us? I know, let me please you, and let your body give in to your fantasies and desires. This wild cowboy can show you a whole new world. Do you want to?" Dwayne says, watching her nerves surge at what they longed for. She wanted him as well, longer than she could ever realize. She felt like her body needed him, every bit of him.

Sensuality and eroticism, Dwayne lifted her red silk gown above her hips, letting the material caress her soft and long legs as he watched her nerves nip at the sensation of feeling. Dwayne kissed her all over her body, up her legs, and down her belly. He was on a mission to turn her world upside down. Dwayne was about to make her lose her mind. She began begging and crying out for him to give in to his desire to be between her thighs. She wanted him there, and there he'd be. "Dwayne, do as you please, baby; you have my consent, and I want you. I've wanted you to do what you want to do for a long time. Grace parted her knees, exposing the very fruit of her s*x that she knew he so longed to hold against him. Dwayne slowly removed his shirt over his head, exposing the carved and hand-crafted art of his torso, gripping her hips, driving the dampness of her s*x up against the hot, rippled muscular build of his abs and stomach. He wanted to be deep inside her. They both longed for each other. Dwayne knew how to ease her into pure seduction, making her want him even more. He dragged his teeth and lips along the navel of her belly, down to the exquisite mound of her v****a and s*x, housing the purest nerves of romance he longed to get on. Dwayne slipped two fingers into her s*x, watching how her body ached for it to be more.

"Talk to me, baby. I want to hear how my fingers feel inside you. You've probably dreamed of what it truly felt like," Dwayne whispered as Grace arched her body into his fingers. She grabbed his hand, raising her hips and shoving his fingers deeper inside her. She respected her temple, and all she wanted was for him to love it too. Grace looked deep into the eyes of that wild boy, watching him slide further down between her legs as he took her moist and soaked-to-the-touch c**t in his mouth. She let out a scream. Grace screamed and moaned, raising her hips to her edging orgasm. He was intoxicated by her. Grace gripped the back of his head hard, driving him deeper between her legs. She couldn't take it any longer; she needed to transform fantasy into reality. She grabbed the belt buckle on Dwayne's waist, and it came undone. She looked further down past his sexy navel and, to her amazement at the size of the bulge his jeans had made, watched him drop the rest of his clothing on her floor. Grace gasped as his bulging rod turned to a rock-hard member at attention. She couldn’t believe the size of him. She was going to lose her mind tonight; to her, that kind of world didn't exist. Grace lost it. "I cannot wait to be inside her; she makes my head go crazy. She's my Texas tornado," Dwayne thought to himself. He drove her body to the edge. Dwayne slid his hard and rigid shaft over her c**t, caressing her nerves and turning her on evermore. He could see she was trying not to make a sound. Grace's body, begging for more of him, began to let out small sounds of uncontrolled pleasure.

After a few minutes of coaxing Grace's s*x to submission, he shoved his shaft through her pleasure, and once again, she screamed out, "Please don't stop!"

Pushing up and grinding each thrust that Dwayne delivered, Grace would rise to the challenge. She continued to slide up and down on his d**k, with every strong and wild, powerful shove he sent electrifying through her. Grace couldn't stand the feeling of Dwayne being inside her. She guessed her fantasies were coming true. Grace was the drug, the wild rodeo, the intoxication that Dwayne continued to desire; however, weird enough, he wouldn't know what that felt like. Dwayne had never done drugs or drunk alcohol. He chose at a young age that if he ever found and loved the right woman, he would love her the right way, without any distraction to his mind, and he had found the right one. Gracelynne Gre Whyatt. "She was my world. She looked so damn beautiful, and she was mine. I'd loved her since we were teenagers, and I was going to be the one to love her the right way. She doesn't deserve any more broken hearts, and I will be the one to make sure it doesn't happen," Dwayne thought, looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Dwayne leaned down, kissed her full western sun tea, kissed soft lips, and slid even deeper forward between her legs. He couldn't stand the mounting pressure anymore; he needed to release it. Grace was edging closer to her climax, and then they came at the same time. Dwayne could feel her rush at the top of his pulsing shaft; again he released his pleasure into her.

"I love you, Dwayne Matthew," said Gracelynne, and he responded the very same. The lovebirds lived in the moment and held each other for the night as they both slept, trusting. Dwayne kissed the left temple of his wildflower head and went off to sleep. She fell. He rested his arm beneath her head as the dreams filled their heads. The lights turned down, and the radio turned on, with melodic tunes set low—a tornado calmed by the western midnight lullaby of her whippoorwill. The wind had died down, the ranch at rest, tornadoes gone from the dust; it's time to sleep.