All Chapters of The Moonshine Task Force Series: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

VOLUME SIX:CRUISECruiseFive Years LaterSeptemberIt's a rainy night in Laurel Springs as I pull my Rubicon into one of the only empty spots in front of The Café. For just a moment, I turn off the ignition and sit, still amazed at how many people can fit inside. My rookie year on the MTF, Ernie passed away and Leighton had used her business smarts and degree, purchasing the place that meant so much to all of us. Ernie had no family, and her stepping in to keep an important part of the community alive had brought us all closer together.We'd had an old-fashioned type of barn raising. People from two counties over in each direction came to help us remodel and expand The Café. It's now doubled in size, with updated everything, and I knew from talking to Havoc that Leighton was doing very well for herself. So well, in fact, she'd brought Brooks into the business two years ago, and they have become a formidable team. Once their family name was known for moonshine. Now? The Strat

RubyListening to the rain beat against the roof has always been one of my favorite pastimes. And now that I live on my own, not at my parents' house and not at a dorm full of loud roommates, I can be lazy and listen to it whenever I want to.On mornings like this, I think. And since I'm thinking, I'm rehashing everything that happened last night in my mind. To me, life has never been lived in hours. It's been lived in moments, goals, achievements, and special occasions. Hours though, hours mean a lot too. Take roughly ten hours ago.If Caleb hadn't been there to save me last night, who knows where I'd be at this hour. I could be lying in this bed hurting, contemplating an entirely different trip today. It might be one to the ER, instead of a few counties over. It could be spent making police reports, rather than trying to decide what I want to wear. Last night I was taught a valuable lesson. I'll never take hours for granted again.Throwing my covers off, I shiver at the chill

RubySunday morning service is a tradition in my family, has been since I was a little kid. I'm not particularly religious, but even if you aren't, you're still expected to make an appearance."I promise, Mom, I'm fine!" I assure my mom for probably the nineteenth time since I showed up this morning. "The cop who helped me was nice, and there's nothing to worry about. He took me home, took care of everything, and made sure I didn't have to be scared. You don't have to worry.""I'm just not used to you living on your own," she worries, pushing my hair back, out of my face. "It's an adjustment period for us, I'm not trying to crowd you, but please remember, you're still our little girl."I want to tell her I've been on my own a while. When I was in college no one was there to make sure I came home at a decent hour, to make sure I went to class, or that I ate at a certain time. Funny how that worked out. I even had to make sure I did my own laundry. There was no one there to do th

RubyI've never been so excited for a Friday night in my life. This week has passed slowly, with numerous text messages between Caleb and me. Even if we can't see each other much, at least we have this as a means to get to know each other. We haven't been able to get together, and maybe that's why I'm so excited. He's busy, I'm busy, and we don't have just a ton of free time to devote to one another.It's a commitment; I know I'm serious when I make one, and he seems to be serious too. This must be the difference in dealing with a man, rather than a boy who's unsure of what he wants.So far, I have to admit I'm liking it. Grabbing my phone, I scroll back through our messages, grinning as I see some of them, thinking back to our conversations.C: What's your favorite TV show?R: Whatever I can watch on Netflix and don't have to wait for. I like shows that are already over.C: Into that instant gratification, huh?I grin as I think about what he's saying. To most people I'm

CruiseI'm dreaming, wrapped in the fogginess of whatever my subconscious wants me to know. My mouth is slanted, claiming the mouth of another, my fingers are thrust into hair I know, blonde and a mass of curls, as I tilt her face to the side so I can get in deeper."Caleb," she moans, and as I feel her hands at my biceps, I know this isn't a dream."Ruby," I hiss as I feel her legs part, allowing me to slide in between them.Sometime in the afternoon we've spent sleeping, we've rolled toward one another and started kissing. The kissing must have been going on for a while, because my cock is hard, pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and as I pry my eyes open I see love bites on her chest and neck. The belt at my waist is undone, and the button on my jeans has been popped. I'm thick against my boxers, searching for her core."Don't stop," she whispers as I lever myself away from her body. With the admission, she's bold, reaching back for me. "I've wanted this all night wh