Small-Town Sweetheart (The Spring Grove Series Book 2) Read online

  Small-Town Sweetheart

  Spring Grove Series

  Toni Aleo

  Contents

  Before you get Started!

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Excerpt from MISADVENTURES WITH A MANNY

  Also by Toni Aleo

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  Whiskey's supposed to drown the memory, I’ve gone from one to one too many. And the thing that really gets me is how your memory drowns the whiskey…

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  Chapter One

  Delaney

  Wow, she is really pretty.

  How is she bouncing like that without her hair getting frizzy and all in her face? I know her lashes aren’t real, but are they a line strip or extensions? Because they’re beautiful, and I feel I may need them. Her boobs don’t look fake either; they look natural and happy and perky. Do mine look like that? Nope, not perky but huge. That’s a point in the win column, I guess. I wonder if she got her brows microbladed? I really need to go to Lexington and get that done.

  “You like it, baby?”

  I nod as John Aaron flicks his three rough fingers along my clit, but I’m too focused on how pretty this girl is in the porn we’re watching to even enjoy what he is doing. Though, he is a little rough, and to be honest, not at all enjoyable. I just need to get off. Focus, Delaney, you got this. I tip my head to the side as I watch this girl get fisted by the big guy who looks more like her daddy than her lover. He has tattoos down his back, which are sexy, and his shoulders are nice and large, but his face, whoa. Jesus, he wasn’t just beat by an ugly stick, but rather the whole damn forest.

  His brow is furrowed as he looks her over, and it’s killing me not knowing names here. I just don’t understand the dynamic. Is she supposed to be attracted to him, or are they just fucking? He walked in with a toolbox, but it’s just off to the side as he slams his fist up her against that counter. Does she like that he wants to smack her with his cock? ’Cause I think he’s trying to.

  “God, this is fucking hot,” John Aaron groans in my ear, his cock hard and promising against my ass as he flicks his fingers along my pussy, missing my clit more than he should be, in my opinion.

  “Oh yeah,” I agree with gusto, and like I thought, the guy slaps the girl’s puss with his cock. That doesn’t seem hot to me—painful is more like it. I mean, he’s been beating her pussy for about ten minutes, and neither she nor I have gotten off.

  I just feel awful for her. She doesn’t look happy… Oh, well, maybe she does now as he open-mouth kisses her pussy. “Ohh, do that,” I urge, grabbing on to John Aaron’s jaw as I scoot back a bit from his greedy hands.

  “No, I want to watch,” he groans back, arching his cock into my ass as he takes ahold of my pussy and squeezes. “I’m about to come all over you. This is awesome.”

  His voice is low, dark, and full of all things dirty. I should be turned on. I should be ready to come too since we’ve been at this as long as the couple in the porn has. Lord knows, I need it. I haven’t gotten off in months… Okay, a solid year—since no one would date me after my little breakdown in the town square, but that’s beside the point. John Aaron likes me. John Aaron wants me, and I want him. Yes, I do, but then all I want to do is find this girl on the TV and tell her, “Oh honey, you could do so much more with your life! You’re too pretty for porn!”

  When the camera slides down her body, zooming in on the big guy’s tongue swirling around her clit, I make a face. How is her pussy so pretty? It’s all small, dainty, and hairless. No damn razor burn or bumps. I bet she gets a Brazilian done. I should do that, but then the thought of someone waxing my inners freaks me out. But really, why is her pussy so small and happy? Mine is thick and like a pillow. “Man, I wish my pussy looked like that.”

  Shit, did I say that out loud?

  “Oh God, me too,” John Aaron belts out, and then he promptly comes on my ass.

  I blink a few times as he jerks into me, his fingers basically pinching the lip of my pussy as he comes. Did he just say what I think he did? It’s one damn thing for me to want to have a perfect pussy, but he’s been doing mine for the last month, and he’s supposed to love my pussy.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  I turn my face, but he’s still in euphoria, his eyes closed, his lashes kissing his thick cheeks as he shivers with his orgasm. Must be nice. He isn’t an ugly man, but he isn’t “knock ya off your boots” sexy. He’s thicker than I would want. I want my man to be able to sling a barrel of whiskey and not get out of breath, but he’s kind. He has nice eyes, a soft blue, and a hearty beard that covers his thick jaw. His blond hair is tight and tidy. He’s the assistant manager down at the corner store, and he just got divorced six months ago.

  Plus, he wants to date me. In this town, that’s enough for me.

  Yet, even in my times of desperation, I feel the guy I’m doing should like doing me.

  “What exactly do you mean there?”

  He swallows hard, letting his head fall back. “What?”

  I stand and get out of his lap, reaching for his shirt before wiping my ass with it while big guy pounds princess pretty pussy behind me. “You agreed that my pussy should look like hers.”

  He blinks open his eyes, looking at me for maybe two seconds before looking back at the TV. “Del, have you seen her? She’s gorgeous.”

  Man, did someone hand this guy a shovel? He sure is digging himself one hell of a hole. “So, I’m not?”

  He shrugs. “You’re all right.”

  “I’m all right?” I ask, drawing out the words, but he’s still staring at the TV. I will be the first to admit that I am not skinny, nor am I perfect, but I deserve the same respect and love of any female out there. We’ve been dating for two months, John Aaron and I. So I feel that the explosive anger bubbling inside me is warranted. I’ll admit that I may fly off the handle every now and again. That I’ve been known to take a bat to ex’s cars, but in my defense, it only happened once, and he cheated on me. While people talk about what I did as if I did it yesterday to every dude in the town, I am not the girl I was a year ago. I have lear