Smut

Riker Lynch Smut

Small town life blows. Living in the smallest town you could ever imagine possible there wasn’t much to do. The population was just a measly 327 people. Rumors travel faster than the speed of light, which is how you heard about the new librarian. His name was Riker Lynch. Only being 23 years old, he was definitely the talk among the young girls around the town. You’ve heard many different things about him, but you weren’t sure what was truth and what was rumor. You’ve heard that he’s gay but you’ve also heard that he’s been sleeping around with different girls around town. People have said that he’s running from the law or an ex-girlfriend, because that’s the only reason for someone from a large town in Colorado to move to Drummond, Montana.

                So, you’re taking it upon yourself to find out the truth. Saturday afternoon, you made the short walk into downtown; if you could call it downtown. Located in the town square were city hall and police station, the library, a small coffee shop, a general store, and a gas station. The next towns over were an hour away. You were in the middle of nowhere. Walking into the library, it was silent. You looked around and didn’t see anyone. Walking up to the counter, you stopped, looking around some more. There was an SUV outside the building so someone has to be here.

                “Hello,” you called, still looking around. You heard a rustling in the backroom behind the desk. A tall blonde guy walked out, stepping behind the checkout desk. He was about six foot, wearing black framed glasses, black dress pants, a blue button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a skinny black tie.

                He smiled at you saying, “Hi, can I help you find something?” Suddenly speechless, you stood there like an idiot. You were psyching yourself out. Yes, he was extremely good looking like your mom had said, but he could be gay. God you hoped that rumor wasn’t true because your body was burning for the need of him between your legs. “Are you okay,” he asked, looking at you curiously.

                You cleared your throat a little, smiling saying, “Yeah. Sorry, um, could you point me in the direction of a good romance novel?”

                “Yeah, right this way,” Riker said, lifting a section of the counter and walking out. You followed him deeper into the library. Walking behind him, you stared at his round butt. It was perfectly shaped. Noticing he was wearing converse, you smiled. “Do you have a favorite author,” Riker asked as you walked between two shelves near the back of the library.

                “Um, to be honest, I haven’t read a book for fun in years,” you admitted shyly and Riker turned to you, smiling.

                “How many years?” he asked.

                “Like probably eight,” you admitted, blushing a little.

                “Then what brings you into my library,” Riker asked, smirking a little.

                “What brings you into my town,” you countered and Riker’s lips twitched, trying to hold in a smile.

                “Touché Blondie,” Riker smiled, and you smiled in return.

                “Jessie,” you corrected.

                “Riker,” he said. Sharing a small silent moment, almost getting to the awkward point, Riker spoke up, “I’ve heard the rumors around town.” You bite your lip shyly. “I’m not in trouble with the law and I’m not hiding from an ex.” He paused and quickly added, “And I’m not sleeping around with all of the girls in town. A few of them came in here but I wasn’t interested.”