My Aubree: A Short Story (Regret, South Dakota Book 1) Read online

  Dedicated to Aubree. Thanks for letting me use you as my muse <3

  Copyright

  My Aubree

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2018 Flirty Filth Publishing.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  One

  Callum

  Back in the day, I was a nerd. Star Trek and The Big Bang Theory nights were not uncommon in my house. I was certainly not a ladies man. No woman would give me the time of day, except for one. Not that I cared about anyone but her. Now, those same women were all over me, and I was the one who still wasn’t interested. I’ve bulked up since then, gotten some of my nerdy tendencies hidden, but I’ve always wanted the one that got away.

  Aubree Leigh Stone.

  She was the first girl that didn’t have cooties to me. We spent every waking moment together from fourth grade to twelfth. Going to college pulled us apart, but I am done with that shit.

  Bree kicked Lucy Freeman’s ass for me in ninth grade after she pantsed me and then laughed at me. I still don’t know what she was laughing at, as I was slightly larger than average, but Bree was having none of that. She wasn’t just my high school crush. She was my everything. Let’s be real, she still is my everything, she just doesn’t know it.

  She is short, thick and curvy, which I love. I admit I have Facebook stalked her over the years. Her beach vacation album from five years ago showed me more of her than I had ever seen before. I’ve taken myself in hand more times than I can count to that album. I fucking need to be inside her. Owning her. Fuck. Her body is made for sin and the only sinning I want her to do is with me.

  Since I left Regret, we texted and talked on the phone, but it just wasn’t the same, wasn’t enough.

  While we were in high school, I had to kick many guy’s asses for making fun of her. I didn’t see what they did when it came to her and I thanked God every single day that those dicks couldn’t see what I did. She also made my mouth water and my dick hard. She is perfect to me. Perfection I can’t wait to get my hands on. Hands, mouth, cock. I have to give it all to her. She has been my best friend for over a decade, but I want more. I need it. It has to be her.

  There was never a right time to tell her I loved her. I should have made any time the right time. I know that now. When I left for college, I thought I had the world by the balls. Bree was never far from my thoughts while I toiled through the first two years of my software engineering degree. I took what I learned and I created a dating app that a large tech company bought for fifteen million dollars. I invested almost all of it and I’m sitting happily around a billion dollars plus net worth.

  My Aubree, which I’ve always called her, has been working away in her family's bakery in our hometown of Regret, South Dakota. Regret is situated thirty-five miles from Pierre. It’s an extremely small town, but you wouldn’t know it. The people here are bigger than life.

  My Aubree makes the best cakes, cookies, and pies, for a hundred miles. God, I miss those. She has been baking since elementary school and she’s like a genius or something with that shit. I’m talking about the kind of baked goods that make grown men beg her to be their wives, but she hasn’t seriously dated anyone since I left. Thankfully.

  I only know this because our moms are best friends and I may have not so subtly asked for the details of her life without me. My life should be great, damn near perfect, but she is missing. I would like to say that I am going to go about getting her to be mine in a totally normal way, but that just isn’t going to happen. I am prepared to go full caveman and there will be no going back. She is mine and always has been.

  I know that I’m only twenty-four years old, but I have thought about settling down with her since I was ten years old. Even being so young, I knew THE moment I met her. She walked into Mr. Able’s fourth-grade class and I was shocked. She was chubby back then too, but I thought she looked like one of the angels Pastor Bud talked about in Sunday School. The only empty chair in the classroom was next to me. That day I found out she transferred from the other fourth-grade class because the girls made her life a living hell. I made it my life's mission to make sure that never happened again.

  I should have come home sooner and claimed her, but for some reason I thought I needed more. More to impress her. More to make her mine. But knowing her like I do, I didn’t need to do anything like that. She is a down to earth girl and has never believed in material trappings. She even wore her mother’s wedding dress to prom, because she “didn’t need anything new.” I should have told her then, that very night. She was my date, as she was to all of the functions at school. When she came down the stairs, wearing a wedding dress, I almost died. I could see it all very clearly. She was walking to me on our wedding day. Making my dreams of her come true. But I chickened out. I thought there was no way a girl like her would want a nerd like me.

  Six years later, I still feel like a pussy because I didn’t say something, but that all changes now, today.

  I recently bought an oil company that is just outside the town limits of Regret. I love the fact that I saved over five hundred jobs, but I am not a hero. I came back here for her and I had to do something with my life and this kind of fell into my lap. I hired a small group of new guys from rigs around the world and went from there. I brought these guys into a town where single girls over the age of eighteen are practically non-existent. I probably should have thought that one out more, but I was focused on one thing and one thing only. That sharp focus was getting my girl back where she belonged, right by my side.

  So as I stand outside of Stone’s Throw Bakery and Coffee Shop, I steel myself for rejection. Surely, after fourteen years of knowing one another, feelings this strong can only be one-sided. I may have to resort to my “Plan B.” That includes but is not limited to kidnapping her and taking her to my family’s cabin in Bear Butte State Park until she is as in love with me as I am with her. I may do that anyway, so I got it ready and stocked it with her favorite foods. Once I make her mine, I know that I will never get enough of her. Her sweet, curvy body was made for me to breed. Envisioning her rounder with my child is all I need to get through most days.

  As I am looking through the picture window that faces out onto Main Street, I get my first glimpse of her. She is bringing out a tray of pies and handing them off to her sister. When she turns to a male customer who has gotten her attention and lays one of her megawatt smiles on him, I almost lose it. By the time I have schooled m
yself, she has gone back into the kitchen through the swinging doors.

  When I walk into the bakery, I am hit with many amazing scents that make my mouth water. As I get closer to the counter, I see the man Bree smiled at is actually Dallas O’Grady. Regret’s new sheriff. I also realize instantly that I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Bree. The way he is looking at Meredith, Bree’s little sister, is the same way I look just thinking about Bree.

  “Cal?” Meredith shouts, running from behind the counter and into my arms for a hug. I’ve known this girl since she was two.

  “Mere, how are you doing?” I say releasing her from the quick hug when I hear a growl coming from the sheriff.

  “Forget about me, Breezy is going to be so happy to see you.”

  “You think?”

  “I know. She talks about you all the damn time.”

  “Language, Meredith,” Dallas growls. The tension between these two is palpable.

  “Dallas, good to see you again,” I say, shaking his outstretched hand. I met him earlier today outside of city hall. I had one final license to pick up for the job site.

  “Fuck off, Dallas,” Meredith says rolling her eyes at him. She also hip-checks him hard, causing him to grab her hips. He quickly lets her go like she is fire. Meredith smiles at him like he’s the only person in the room before going back to the counter to take an order. Whoa.

  “You too, Callum. I got to run,” he says, fidgeting with his holster, then makes a hasty exit, but not before looking once more at Meredith with an intense longing I get all too well. Meredith is only seventeen. That’s got to be hard for him.

  “Callum Morgan, as I live and breathe.” Evelyn, Bree’s mom says also pulling me into a hug.

  “Mrs. Stone, it’s good to see you.”

  “Call me Evelyn. I think you are old enough now. Your momma says you are home for good. Is that true?”

  “Hell yes, Evelyn,” I say grinning.

  “Be good to my baby girl, Cal. I’ll run and get her from the back,” she says.

  “You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” I say. She nods and walks through the swinging doors to the back.

  The mantra I have lived by is simple. There has never been anyone else for me and her pussy is the only one I will ever know. If I am somehow too late, and this never happens, she is still the only girl for me.

  Two

  Aubree

  “Bree. There is someone out at the counter for you.” My mom, Evelyn says smiling.

  I take a quick look down at myself. I am covered in flour and other various baking ingredients, but there is nothing I can do about it right now.

  “Who is it?” I ask. I am just finishing up pie crusts so that I can add the filling I already made.

  “Just go out there,” she says, grabbing food particles from my hair. Jesus, I am a mess. As I come out of the kitchen and round the corner, I see him.

  Callum Daniel Morgan.

  The only man I’ve ever loved. I pause, but just for a second. Since he is looking right at me, I run and jump up into his arms. He somehow lifts me with ease and my legs wrap around his waist automatically. I start raining kisses all over his face, avoiding his lips. I know once I taste them, I’ll never stop. He laughs as he spins us around, returning the kisses. Goosebumps have sprung up on my arms and legs. My capri yoga pants don’t keep me warm, but in the kitchen that isn’t what I need.

  “Hi, Bree. How ya been?” He stops spinning and his sexy voice hits me like a ton of bricks. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him in person. Since he left Regret, we’ve texted and talked on the phone, but it just isn’t the same. I missed him so damn much, I had panic attacks the first year he was gone. I never told him, because he was so keen on New York. If it wasn’t for my sister, I am not sure I would have survived.

  “Oh, ya know, busy. You?” I say, trying to seem cooler than I am.

  “Busy, busy. You are my second stop. I came to see if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight. We have a lot to catch up on.”

  “Oh!” I exclaim, checking my watch. It is already five in the evening. It is at this point that I realize that I am still up in his arms, my legs wrapped indecently around him. The other customers are staring at us like we just performed a live porno. “I’d love to! Give me a few minutes to clean up a bit.” I slide down his body. I feel every one of his ab muscles on my way down. God, did he always have those? I shake my head and turn back toward the kitchen. My mom has taken over the pie I was working on.

  “Mamacita, Callum has asked me to dinner. He wants to catch up. I will see you in the morning. I’ll let Meredith know on my way out,” I say.

  I don’t know why I am so nervous about having dinner with him. This is Callum. My Callum. I remember the exact moment I started thinking of him as mine. It was in the fourth grade. The first day I met him, he was so nice to me. I had been having a hell of a time in Mrs. Gleaton’s class and when I moved next door, everything got better. The teacher was even nicer to me. I sat next to Callum every day for the rest of the year. As we got older, I was afraid to tell him that I was in love with him. Afraid he didn’t feel the same way. That I was too fat for him. Mostly, I was afraid our friendship would be ruined, and I couldn’t live without him. I haven’t really been living since he left Regret.

  “Ok Bree, I won’t wait up.” She says with a smirk. What does she know that I don’t?

  “It’s not like that Mom! I haven’t seen him in forever.” At my mom’s raised eyebrow, I hurriedly continue. “Oh, God! Is it like that?”

  “I was about to take the hose to you too. All up in each other’s business. Right out there in my dining room, like there was no one else in the room. “

  “Mom, it can’t be like that. I know it. It’s just a friendly dinner. We are just friends,” I say as I head for the little office in the back of the kitchen. He could have anyone he wants, and I ‘bout guaran-damn-tee I am not it. I also figure if I keep telling myself this is nothing, I won’t be disappointed.

  This is most definitely not a date. Besides, I am just wearing black yoga pants and a tee shirt that I designed for the bakery. Not date clothes. Or at least what I assume date clothes are. I’ve never been on a real one before. I mean Callum was my homecoming and prom dates all through high school. That isn’t the same thing. Is it?

  I take my apron off and hang it up. I grab my purse and my coat from the office and leave the kitchen. That is when I notice what seems like a bag of flour all over my legs and hips. It looks like I rolled around in it. I wonder if he will let me change.

  Callum is patiently waiting for me by the counter talking to my younger sister, Meredith. She is seventeen, going on forty. She is much shorter than I am. I am 5’7 and she’s about 5’2. We are both considered big girls, but at least she is adorable. I walk up to the tail end of their conversation.

  “You can start tomorrow at lunchtime,” Callum says and smiles down at her. Jealousy courses through me. I know he isn’t mine, but I want him to be. Not that my sister would do that to me. She knows all about my fourteen-year crush on the guy.

  “That sounds perfect, Cal. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Mere, I won’t be over tonight,” I say hastily. We were planning on binge-watching a new show on Netflix tonight.

  “No problem. You two have fun now,” she says winking at me.

  Callum turns to me and holds out his hand. I grab it and let him lead me out of the bakery.

  “What was that about?” I ask. I cringe at the tone my voice has taken, but I can’t help it. Jealousy is coursing through my veins. I feel mighty territorial when it comes to him. His huge truck is parked right in front of the bakery. He opens the passenger door. There is a foot rail, but I don’t think there is any way I can gracefully get my ass in the truck without help.

  When he lifts me up by placing his large hands on my hips from behind, a gasp tears out of me while he places me in the seat. He shuts the door and comes around the front of the truck
. I can see him taking a few deep breaths and clenching and unclenching his fists. Huh, I wonder what that is about. He gets in the truck and buckles his seatbelt, prompting me to do the same.

  “Meredith is going to drive our food truck out to the rig, so the guys don’t have to come all the way down here every day. I worked out the details with your mom and sister. You guys are making the food and the guys are buying it. Whatever doesn’t sell, I’ll buy and eat like a king.” I laugh. If pies and sandwiches are the food of kings, he is in for a treat. Thank God. He either doesn’t acknowledge my crazy jealousness or didn’t realize it.

  “Oh, that’s right. I heard you bought the old Smithson Rig. You must love it up there. It is so peaceful.”

  “I will mostly be working in the offices down the street, but it is beautiful up there.”

  “So where are you taking me,” I ask as he pulls out of the parking space onto Main Street.

  “I thought we’d head out of town and see what we can get up to.” He smiles over at me and I melt. Main Street leads to Highway 14 which is a straight shot to Pierre.

  A meal of small talk with him should be interesting. I have done exactly nothing since high school but make a shit ton of baked goods and hang out with my sister. Perhaps he is interested in my obsession with Fifty Shades of Grey? No, I better not lead with that. Callum has been staring out at the road for a few minutes. Our silence isn’t an uncomfortable one. I jump when he starts talking.

  “You got a boyfriend, My Aubree?” He is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. I haven’t heard that nickname in years. I almost forgot he called me that.

  “No, of course not,” I reply. Of course not. Who the fuck says something like that. “I mean, no I do not. Have a boyfriend that is.” He barks out a laugh. I have to clench my thighs. Oh, how I have missed that laugh. It does things to me.

  “You are adorable, Bree.”