Big Bad Wolf

Lucas found himself at the university’s gym the next morning.

He’d spent most of the night drinking and jacking off to Layla fucking Potter after dropping her off at her parents’ house.

He’d wanted to touch her, smell her, taste her; she had been incredibly hot in that little cocktail dress she had had on.

It wasn’t her style though, and he knew it, but now he at least had a good idea of what she looked like underneath her fabrics just by carrying her up to that porch.

And here the pipsqueak was—trying his best to match him at the press.

Unfortunately, Layla seemed to have no idea what Paul was up to or she’d leave him—or maybe she didn’t care, or maybe she couldn’t?

That thought made Lucas angry. He already saw what a jack wagon he was at the meeting and the pizza place.

“You gonna keep eyeballing me, pip?”

Paul huffed, “What the hell is your problem?”

“When are you gonna tell your old lady about the titty bar?” Lucas grinned. “She seems like a nice girl. Nice and understanding.”

Paul lowered the weights. “I wasn’t there. You’ve got the wrong guy.”

“I don’t forget a face.”

“What the fuck do you care? What’s my girlfriend got to do with you anyway?”

“I just don’t like disloyal punks.”

“My girlfriend isn’t your concern.”

Lucas stepped onto the treadmill, and Paul followed him. Paul was a tall guy, but he wasn’t built like the Tornado. Oh, far from it. Paul was athletic with a swimmer’s build, not a tank.

“You need something?” Lucas asked him, staring down at Paul, who was inching closer. “There’s no way you’re gonna do this here.”

“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”

Lucas had to admit the kid had guts.

“Tell her to stay off my property.”

Paul laughed. “Still pissed that she knocked on your door, Lucas?”

Lucas turned on the treadmill and shook his head. “If you say so.”

One of the managers rushed up to Paul and whispered something in his ear.

“You’d better be glad I have to go.”

Lucas nodded. “I’m terrified.”

The manager watched Paul stomp off and into the locker room.

“What’d you say to him, Lyle?”

Lyle turned to Lucas. “Are you going to keep this up forever? Picking on these punks who come in here?”

“He can’t hold his own, so you came to his rescue?” Lucas sped up. “Got it.”

Lyle, who was an old Army buddy of Lucas’s, shook his head. “Don’t get caught up in shit you can’t drink away, Foster.”

***

Layla rolled out of bed earlier than usual that morning, checking her phone to see that Paul posted a picture of himself at the gym.

She liked it and typed a heart emoji in the comment section. The time stamp showed about six in the morning, and now it was nearing eight.

Her parents, being dairy farmers themselves, were typically early risers. They were also vendors at the local markets for homemade foods and crafts.

“Dinah!” Her big, brown Boxer stormed into the room and onto her bed. “Do you need a walk this morning?”

Layla was answered by slobbery licks to the lips.

“Ew! Ugh…okay!” Layla laughed. “Let me get ready.”

Her parents were downstairs putting together a puzzle when Layla entered wearing a pair of joggers and a tank top. She stopped to tie her tennis shoes at the bottom of the staircase.

“You were out late,” her father, Ronald, said disapprovingly.

~Please don’t ask who brought me home,~ Layla thought to herself.

Her mom didn’t look up, but smiled. “Oh, Ron, let her live a little.”

“Shelly, that’s the attitude I don’t care for. She needs to be safer,” Ron growled.

“Hello, I’m right here.” Layla waved, grabbing the leash. “You don’t have to worry about me, Dad.”

Her parents were pretty lax when it came to rules of the house, and she was their only child.

They’d adopted her when Layla was eight but didn’t keep a short leash on her until she’d moved out, which seemed weird to Layla but also understandable.

She stayed many weekends back at home—right down the road from Lucas Foster.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t ~too~ late though,” Layla said, scuffing her shoe on the rug.

“I just worry. There are psychos out there,” Ron said, gazing up at his daughter. “Dinah looks impatient.”

Layla giggled. “We’ll be back.”

Layla made it halfway down the road before a truck passed her flying at a high speed, practically knocking her off the road.

Lucas.

She almost tossed herself and Dinah into the nearby ditch when he slammed on the brakes and backed up.

“Need another ride?”

“No, thanks.” Layla barely glanced at him. “Just walking my dog.”

She finally caught his eyes and swallowed hard.

“Do you need something?” Layla finally asked.

Lucas—who had pulled the truck to the side of the road—got out.

“Yeah, I need you to tell your pipsqueak boyfriend to forget he even knows me.”

Layla sighed. “Why? What did he do?”

“I don’t like being accosted at my gym,” Lucas snarled.

“Tell him yourself.”

Layla began to walk away when Lucas grabbed her arm. “I don’t think you know him like I do. He’s a jackass, and surely you can do better than him.”

“What is this about?” Layla asked him as Lucas moved closer to her.

“You need a real man, Layla, not ole Pipsqueak.” Lucas grinned, his gorgeously rugged face inching closer to hers. “You know it and I know it.”

Layla shuddered. “I think I’m okay with what I’ve got.”

Lucas licked his lips. “What’s he doing for you? An innocent little hippie like yourself?”

Layla’s eyes widened. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about our personal lives.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Lucas laughed. “You told me to stay out of your love life.”

“Is this about coming on your property? I’m sorry if I made you mad.”

Fear. Real fear is what he saw in those big eyes of hers, and he already had it figured out.

“I’m not a liar like your wee little man.”

“I barely know you, Lucas, but Paul wouldn’t lie to me, so why would I believe anything you say about him?”

Lucas backed up, releasing her from his grip. “You’ll learn the hard way. Folks like you always do.”

“‘Folks like me.’ Again?” Layla threw her one free hand in the air. “Tell me, what I’m supposed to learn?”

“How to smell bullshit a mile away. I bet he doesn’t even make you feel like a real woman anymore.”

Layla’s eyes glistened with tears. “Why are you doing this? What is this? Are you a real man? Are you what folks like myself need?”

Lyle was right. Lucas was losing his shit.

“Baby, I’d show you more in one night than that asshole could in a lifetime.”

***

Layla was so frustrated when she got back to her parents’ house that she took the longest, hottest shower ever—trying to scrub Lucas Foster’s woodsy scent off of her.

But she didn’t try hard enough.

Instead, she leaned back against the wet tile wall, closed her eyes, and pictured him banging the living daylights out of her all over his ranch house.

She felt herself grow wetter and wetter, and soon her fingers found themselves between her precious little pussy petals. With a low whimper, Layla began caressing her core, leaving her reality far, far behind.

Everything was about Lucas Foster at that moment and what he could potentially do to her tight little hole.

Paul wasn’t that big. He was average, but he’d made her feel okay. Sex wasn’t a big thing to her, so it didn’t really matter either way, but Lucas was a different story.

She’d heard rumors of his magnum manhood from various sources and knew he could just break her in half if he wanted to.

“Oh!” Her orgasm caught her off guard. Her entire body went stiff and then released unrepentantly around her fingers.

“Lucas…”

As if someone could hear her, Layla threw a hand over her mouth, shocked at herself. “No, no, no…”

She washed up and got out, drying off quickly and fixing her hair, putting on a nice blue top and black jeans.

“Honey!” her mom called from the other side of her closed bedroom door. “Brunch is almost ready.”

“Mama! I said I’d help you!”

“Oh, darlin’, I had plenty of help. Come on down soon!”

Slipping into her sandals, Layla frolicked down the staircase with Dinah at her heels.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I just lost track of the—”

There he stood. All of him. This giant steel wall, towering over her mother in their kitchen. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, and he was smiling at her. Smirking, really.

“Lucas…”

“Layla.” He nodded as her father walked in.

“We’ve been asking Lucas for a lifetime to come have brunch with us, but he always seemed busy—until today!” Ron clapped his hands together as Lucas and Layla stared each other down in the kitchen.

“Honey, can you set the table?”

Layla’s eyes narrowed at Lucas, whose gaze darkened.

“Layla Louise!”

Layla snapped to attention and lowered her eyes. “Sorry, Mama.”

She began to set the table, having to walk past Lucas to gather the plates. His hand brushed hers, and she held back the urge to scream at or bite him.

What was he doing there?

“So, Lucas, what changed your mind about having brunch with us?” Layla asked, setting the table quickly.

Lucas watched her tight little ass sashay around the oak table, and it took everything in his power not to shove the parents outside and take her right there.

“Figured I’d get to know my neighbors better.”

“Funny, you didn’t want me in your business last night,” she whispered to him as her parents settled down at the table.

“And I still don’t, hippie.”

As they gathered around the table, Lucas and Ronald dove straight into conversation about the farmers’ situation, while Layla spent her time pushing her fruit across her plate.

“You don’t eat meat?” Lucas eyed her.

Layla pursed her lips. “I’m not vegan or anything.”

“Haven’t had any meat in a long time then?” Lucas’s gaze was hooded as he made sure to get Layla as uncomfortable as possible.

Layla shifted in her seat, suddenly remembering her shower episode.

“Or maybe you just haven’t had any good meat in a long time.” Lucas shoveled eggs into his mouth, still eyeing Layla. “Some good beef. I’ve got the best beef in town, actually.”

Ron piped up, “From Cole’s!”

Lucas grinned. “The absolute best, Ron!”

Shelly nodded. “I agree.”

Layla pushed her plate to the side and guzzled some coffee.

“Excuse me,” she said, exiting the table and the kitchen.

Layla made her way onto the front porch and composed herself. What the hell was Lucas doing to her?

It didn’t take long for him to emerge from the house, Ron at his heels.

“Let me take a look at it,” he was saying, glancing back at Layla, who refused to look at him.

They were taking a peek at her father’s busted tractor. Lucas was a clever and thorough mechanic who could fix damn near every piece of farm equipment out there.

Layla peered around the side of the house to watch him—hopefully going unnoticed. Lucas’s sexual innuendos at brunch had caught her completely off guard, and she was excited when Paul pulled up.

“The hell is he doing here?” Paul sneered, watching Ronald and Lucas converse around the broken tractor.

Layla shrugged, watching Dinah run circles around the yard. “My parents invited him, and he accepted the offer.”

Paul pulled her into him. “He’s not coming on to you, is he?”

Layla searched his face and shook her head. “No… What? Paul, did you start something at the gym with him?”

Paul ground his teeth. “He’s nothing but a goon who thinks he owns the place.”

“But did you?”

“I didn’t, per se,” Paul offered. “I told him to stay away from you, but he clearly doesn’t care.”

“Were you at that club or with your brother?” Layla asked, immediately regretting it.

Paul shoved her out of Lucas’s view and onto the porch. “You’d believe that guy over me?”

Paul’s grip was tight around her wrists, and Layla yelped. “Stop it, Paul, you’re hurting me…”

Paul loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely.

“He did come to my rescue at the club. Some guys were going a bit too far and—”

“Flirting again?”

“I-I don’t flirt, and you know that. What’s gotten into you?”

Lucas came into view, and Paul released his tight hold on Layla completely, opting for putting an arm around her waist and pulling her into him.

“It’s the pipsqueak.” Lucas smirked. “Layla, it’s been a pleasure having brunch with you. You should try my meat sometime.”

Paul frowned, but Lucas continued, “I’ve got a freezer full of any cut that satisfies your palate.”

Layla nodded, forcing an awkward little grin. “Thanks, and thanks for looking at my dad’s tractor.”

Layla blushed when Lucas’s eyes trailed over her body.

Lucas shrugged. “I’ll be looking at a lot of things around here soon…”

Paul was too busy fumbling around for his phone to catch what Lucas had said.

“Seems like I’ll be making my rounds to fix up a few pieces of equipment around here.” Lucas took his eyes off of Layla momentarily, glancing at Paul the pipsqueak. “Hopefully you’ll be far, far away from me when that happens.”

Lucas slowly caressed Layla with his gaze again and thought to himself, ~Except for you, Layla. This big bad wolf wants you all to himself.~