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  Suddenly, I feel her warm hand on my thigh, and I reach down and put my hand on top of hers. I look over and see her lick her full red lips. She’s got the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen, with lips like something out of a magazine. I can’t wait to ruin her lipstick. I can see the shyness in her eyes, and I know reaching out to me was a bold move for her. She’s usually so tough, but tonight she’s giving in and letting her guard down. I want to show her how good it can be between us, so I push her a little further.

  Gripping her hand slightly, I pull it over so her palm is resting on my hard cock. The heat from her palm nearly burns me through my slacks as she rubs her fingers along the ridge of my dick. I press her hand harder against me, and she grips me firmly. It’s all I can do to keep the car on the road as I turn down the long driveway to my house.

  I bought this cabin when I moved back, opting not to stay on the family estate. My dad had a few choice words about it, but fuck him. This place is beautiful. It’s a big cabin that sits just outside of town on a small lake. I bought this house the week after I first laid eyes on Josephine.

  “Holy shit, this is your place?” She loosens her grip on my cock but doesn’t take her hand away. “That garage is sick.” There’s a little wonder in her voice as she sees the four-bay garage off to the right of the cabin.

  “Yeah, apparently this used to be a hunting lodge, and they had the garage for guests. I had the inside of the place renovated, but kept the garage as is.”

  She looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t know anything about cars.”

  “I don’t. But lucky for me, my woman does.” I had the garage redone for her. Once I got her here, I didn’t want her to have any reason to have to leave. Show her right up front I wasn’t fucking around. She was meant to be mine from the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew it down to my soul. I just had to get things ready so I could have her, but things weren’t moving as fast as I would have liked so I was jumping in to speed up the process.

  Her mouth falls open a little as I reluctantly move her hand off my cock and get out of the car, going around to her side. I open the door and hold out my hand, helping her step out of the car.

  I reach down, scooping her up, and carry her like a bride to the front of the house.

  “Law, what the fuck are you doing? Put me down.” She tries to wriggle a little, but I grip her tighter.

  “Not a chance, love. It’s tradition.”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” There’s a slight squeak to her voice that I can only assume is fear. It’s okay. That will pass the more we’re together.

  “Josephine, I’m almost thirty years old. I’ve never once been in love or anything close to it. It’s been over a decade since I’ve so much as shaken a woman’s hand. So no, I’m not kidding.”

  I look into her eyes as I open the front door and carry her over the threshold. I can see wonder there, and I can also see hope. I don’t know what kind of life she comes from, but from what I’ve seen over the past year of watching her, she’s built up a fortress to keep people out.

  Kicking the door closed behind us, I carry her through the great room and walk down the hall. I take her straight to the master bedroom and stand her up at the end of it, holding her hips to steady her.

  “Law, this is crazy. Tonight is just…it’s insane.” Her dark eyes search mine for guidance. She’s desperate for someone to take the reins, and lucky for us, I’m okay with that.

  Cupping her neck with both hands, I rub my thumb across the bottom of her jaw. “Aren’t you tired, Josephine?” She looks at me questioningly. I lean in, just a hair’s breadth away from her lips. “Aren’t you tired of holding up all those walls? Let go, love. I’ll be here when they fall.”

  I press my lips to hers, and she opens for me, letting me in. Her arms go around my waist, pulling me to her as my tongue sweeps in.

  Her taste is so sweet, I have bite her bottom lip. I want to devour her body, starting with her lips.

  “Law,” she whispers, her words like a balm to my aching body. I feel her let out a breath, and I pull back to look into her eyes. “I’m not…experienced.” She looks away and then looks back at me, clenching her jaw. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if that matters to you or not.”

  I pull her to me with one arm, letting every curve of her body melt against mine. With the other hand, I reach up and start to undo the buttons of her blouse.

  “It doesn’t matter to me who you’ve been with and what you have or haven’t done before me. All I care about is that I’m your last.” Once her blouse is open, I trace my fingers along the edge of her black lace bra and up the middle of her cleavage. “All I care about is that nothing comes between us tonight. Just you and me. Skin…” I lean down, kissing between her breasts. “…On skin.” I say the words against her lush tits, needing to suck on her more.

  I let go of her waist, unzipping her skirt and taking off her clothes. She’s standing before me in her black lace bra, panties, and her blood-red high heels. She’s covered in ink, and she looks like a fucking rock star goddess. I burn the image into my brain, wanting to remember this when we are a hundred, and I remind her about the first time she gave me her body.

  Reaching around her back, I unclasp her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her tits bounce free, making me lick my lips. Dipping my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I pull them down her thighs, down to her ankles. She goes to take off her shoes, but I touch her leg, stopping her movements.

  “Leave those on, love. They’re beautiful and delicate, just like you.”

  Kneeling down in front of her, I look up to see a deep blush spread across her cheeks. I help her step out of her panties and then stand back up to relish the sight of her completely naked. I grab my chest and try to breathe.

  “Jesus Christ. My will is on my desk in my office if I don’t make it through tonight.”

  Josephine laughs, and I snap out of my daze, removing my dress shirt and slacks as well. When I’m in front of her in my boxer briefs, she walks to me, putting her fingers in the waistband, pulling them down my hips. She kneels down in front of me as I did her as I step out of them. She stays on her knees in front of me, eyeing my cock. A drop of cum beads at the end of my dick, and she licks her luscious red lips.

  I reach down and grab her arms, pulling her up from the floor and taking her over to the bed. “Not yet, love. Tonight is all about you.”

  Laying her down in the middle of the bed, I crawl between her legs, spreading them wide. She’s a little tense, and I’m sure it’s because she’s shy. “Relax, Josephine. I’m going to make friends with your pussy for a little while. After that, we should all be better acquainted.”

  I see the smile spread across her lips as I kiss the inside of her knee and work my way up her thigh. I lick and nibble between her legs, feeling her soft flesh against my tongue. When I get to her cunt, I nuzzle the short, soft curls and smell her sweetness. Goddamn, she smells so sweet. Sucking her fat lips into my mouth one at a time, I close my eyes and moan at her flavor.

  I can’t decide if her cunt tastes better than her kisses, so I lick her clit to see. I feel her legs fall open farther, and her hands come to grip my hair as I eat her sugary sweet pussy.

  Her warm juices run down my chin as I take up residence between her legs. I start humping the bed with every lick, envisioning my cock instead of my tongue in her pussy.

  “Law, more. Please, I’m so close.”

  Hearing her voice as she grips my hair tighter is enough to send me over the edge. I growl against her pussy as I cum on myself and the sheets, making a mess. I can’t control myself when it comes to her, and I want to make sure this first time is good for her.

  Gripping her thighs harder, I suck on her clit, making it my job to pleasure her. I flick the hard bud with my tongue over and over, feeling her tense up. I don’t stop. I keep the same rhythm as she arches her back off the bed and screams my name.

  I feel a
splash on my chin and realize she just came so hard she squirted on me. I moan against her cunt, wanting to bathe in her orgasm. I feel like a goddamn superhero. I feel like her cum on my face is my trophy, and I want to scream to the world what she gave me.

  Kissing up her body, I wipe my cum off my stomach and bring it up to her pussy, rubbing it against it. I want all of me on her. After it’s all smeared across her clit, I move between her legs, my dick at her opening. My cock is an angry purple color, like I didn’t just cum two minutes ago.

  Leaning down over her body, I hold her face and kiss her lips. She has a sleepy smile on her face, and she looks like a woman that just had a hell of an orgasm.

  “That feel good, love?” She mumbles a yes against my lips, pulling me to her. “This part may sting a little, but I’ll take care of you.”

  Josephine nods against me, and I kiss her jaw and move down her neck. I pinch her hard nipple with my two fingers as I move to her other one, sucking on it and giving it little bites.

  When she’s raising her hips for me to enter her, I thrust in in one long plunge. She tenses under me and lets out a small grunt as I rip through her virginity. Her sheath is tight and grips me so hard that it’s all I can do to keep licking her tits and not cum.

  I focus all my attention on her breasts, trying to pull her back from the edge of pain and bring her fully into pleasure. I lick and pinch, nibble and suck, until she’s gripping my hair and moaning.

  I keep going for a little longer until she wriggles her hips and begs me for more. “Please, Law. I’m okay. Don’t stop.” She’s breathless with need, and I can’t deny her.

  Moving my lips up her throat, I thrust hard into her willing cunt. “Nothing between us, love. Skin to skin with no barrier.” She moans at my words, growing wetter as I fuck deep, her cunt squeezing me so sweet when I bite her neck.

  “Law, I’m not on the pill.”

  “I didn’t think you were, love.”

  Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, and she’s lost in pleasure. “Oh God, I’m so close. Maybe you should pull out.”

  I laugh against her throat. “No, baby, I don’t pull out of you. Ever.”

  She clenches down on my dick hard, and I feel her juices all over me. I tilt my hips up a little, hitting her clit with every stroke. It has her scratching my back and moaning my name after only a few pumps.

  “That’s it, Josephine. Cum all over my raw cock. Open that soft cunt up for me so I can go off inside you. I’m not pulling out, so if you cum on me, I’ll nut in you.”

  My words are enough to send her over the edge, and she shouts her orgasm into the room. Our room. I feel her cunt wet my dick, and it’s all the invitation I need. I thrust against her one last time and hold it deep as I cum in her virgin pussy.

  When I feel the last drop of my cum splash inside her, I roll us over, not breaking our connection. She lies on top of me, breathing hard, and I smile.

  She’s mine now.

  Chapter Three

  Joey

  “Jesus H. Christ, Joey. You’ve got that stupid grin on your face again.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek to try to stop the smile as I look out from under the hood of the old Lincoln I’m working on. I meet Butch’s eyes and fail miserably, busting out laughing at the look he’s giving me.

  “I can’t believe a fucking copper put that look on your face.” He leans under the hood, using both hands to brace himself like we’re about to have some big conversation about this. And we’re not. This is my business, and for the first time in my life, I don’t have three giant older brothers in it.

  “I don’t give you shit about whose legs you’re between, so why you giving me shit about who’s between mine?” I pull the rag from my back pocket and wipe the grease off my hands. Glancing up at the clock, I see I have about enough time to get home and shower before Law is at my door.

  Like clockwork every day for the past two weeks, he’s at my door, picking me up at six thirty sharp. Each time he makes me pack a giant bag and asks me why I just don’t go straight to his house when I leave work. I’m slowly noticing that each day, more and more stuff is disappearing from my house and turning up at his.

  It should piss me off, but it doesn’t. In fact, it just puts the stupid smile back on my face.

  “Just making sure you’re good. You haven’t slept at home one time since the copper took you on that date. Don’t want you getting too deep into something and getting hurt.”

  “Not all men are like you, Butch. Some of them actually don’t fuck ’em and leave ’em.”

  “I’m not trying to be an ass, I just want you to be careful is all.” He runs his hand through his shaggy brown hair like he’s mulling something over. “To be honest with you, you guys just don’t look like you fit together.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” I throw the towel down on the workbench, then motion for him to move so I can drop the hood down on the Lincoln.

  “He just looks like the type to be with some snotty trophy wife. His father’s the Mayor, for fuck’s sake. You see that guy’s wife?” His words burn like acid in my stomach. Fuck this shit. I’m not even hearing it. I know what’s been happening between Law and me for the past two weeks, and it’s been perfect. The way he touches me and treats me, it’s like I’m the rarest thing on earth. Like he can’t live without me.

  “Fuck you, Butch. Just because I’m not some rich socialite doesn’t mean I can’t attract a man.”

  “Hold up. That’s not what I meant at all. That went both ways. He doesn’t seem like your type either. I thought you’d end up on the back of someone’s bike or something. Not with the quarterback of the football team.”

  He’s got me there. I can see why he’d think that, but like most things in my life I don’t fit the mold of what people think. Why would who I end up with be any different.

  “Thanks for your concern, but it’s not needed.” I unzip my coveralls, letting them hit the floor as I step out of them. Picking them up, I throw them into the bin with all the dirty, grease-covered clothes.

  “Just be careful is all I’m saying.” Butch does the same, peeling off his work coveralls before throwing them into the bin. I feel my phone vibrate against my ass, warming my stomach because I know who it is. Sliding my finger over the phone, I read the message.

  Law: Can’t make it tonight, sweets. Work came up. Call you when I can. Xoxox

  “What’s that face?” Butch asks pulling my eyes from the text. The disappointment must be showing on my face. Maybe a night alone isn’t so bad. I could go to that cute lingerie place in town and get a few things. I own, like, two cute pairs of underwear, and I’ve already worn them both twice. I want something different and fun.

  “Law just canceled on me.” I try to make my voice flat, like it’s no big deal, but Butch puts his arm around me.

  “Come have a few beers with Paine and me.”

  It’s better than sitting at home. “Sure. I just need to run home and change before I make a quick stop. Meet you guys there?”

  “Sounds good. You can help me poke bossman about the blonde piece of ass he was drooling all over today.”

  I snort, remembering how Paine looked when the woman walked into the shop. I thought he might trip over his own feet to get to her. It was worse when she seemed to give him the slip. Now he’s been back in his office pouting about it for the last twenty minutes. I didn’t even know Paine could pout.

  “See you guys there.” I head to my locker, grab my shit, and head home. I rush through a shower, and it only takes me thirty minutes to be back in town. I threw on some jeans and a simple black tee with my boots. It’s not like I’m trying to impress tonight. I have a man. The simple thought makes me blush and giddy with excitement. I have a man. I say it over and over again in my head, loving it more every time.

  Deciding to drop my car in the bar parking lot, I walk towards Main Street in the direction of the lingerie shop. It’s a small town, and if you park anyw
here by the main road, you can pretty much walk anywhere. Walking by the different shops and stores, I stop suddenly when a familiar face catches my attention. The sudden glance makes my stomach drop.

  There, in the little Italian restaurant, I see the Mayor and his wife, with Law, and a leggy blonde who I’ve never seen before. They’re all sitting at a table together, and Law is holding the blonde’s hand. Like he feels my eyes on him, he turns to look at me, but I sidestep the glass window and lean against the brick building, trying to get my pounding heart under control.

  Fucking work shit, my ass. Jesus, could Butch have been more right? Suddenly, I feel like his dirty little secret. Law never takes me out to dinner, nor does he even talk about his family. If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s common knowledge that he’s the Mayor’s son, I would’ve never known.

  It burns. Holy shit, does it fucking burn. I push the tears back and shake off the hurt, going with anger instead. I was about to go get lingerie for his ass and set up something sexy. I was going to call him out on taking shit from my house and putting it in his. Tell him he didn’t have to play games, that I wanted to be there.

  Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

  I should’ve known better. I see how my brothers burn through beautiful women. Hell, I live with Butch, and I see how he burns through them. I’m a tomboy and a plain Jane at best. How did I expect to keep someone like Law?

  My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I see I have two texts. One from Butch and one from Law. Is he texting me while he’s on a date? A date he took to meet his father? I grit my teeth and click on Butch’s text.

  Butch: See your car in the bar parking lot. Where you at?

  Me: Be there in five.

  I cross the street, not wanting to walk right in front of the restaurant again, then head towards the bar. I can’t stop myself from clicking to see what Law said.

  Law: Miss you, sweets.

  I clutch the phone to keep myself from throwing it. Sweets. I loved that name. How he always said I smell so sweet, taste so sweet, am so sweet. No one had ever called me sweet before him, and I was eating it up. It was like he saw the real me. Yeah, I like to fix cars and watch football and dress down a lot, but I’m a woman, and when he called me sweet, it made me feel like one. Stupid, I snap at myself again. He played you. Got what we wanted. Sex. Some piece of ass on the side to fuck when he wanted, and no one had to know about it.