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  He changes nipples every once in a while, teasing me into a frenzy. Eventually my legs start shaking, and the thermals I’m wearing on my lower body feel like they’re smothering me. I croon wordlessly, not able to form words while his mouth remains on me.

  He holds me firmly, and I sway and cling to him and make noises. I’ve lost the ability to do much more. My heart pounds in my ears, and every shift of his lips against my nipple sends fresh electric jolts of bliss through me.

  If I had known it would be this good, I would have chased him down topless well before now, I manage to think. He sucks harder, nibbling and licking in between long pulls, and suddenly I can’t even think. I rock against him, my whole mind overwhelmed by sensation.

  I manage to step out of my boots and kick them away, glad to be rid of them—wishing I could be rid of everything. I want his hands all over me. But when I let go of him to try to shuck my thermals off, my legs almost give out.

  He grabs me by the hips...and then runs his hands down over the globes of my ass, caressing and kneading them through the fabric before pushing the thermals off and doing the same to my bare skin. The cool air blows against my dripping, aching sex, but does nothing to lessen the heat there.

  His rough hand slides smoothly around to cup my vulva while the other grips my ass to steady me, and his fingers tease against the insides of my thighs. No one has ever touched me there, and for a moment, even though it’s him, and I’m practically in ecstasy already, I almost freeze up.

  It’s too much. But I breathe deep and whimper my way through it as he starts to rub and knead my whole mound at once. He does it gently and softly at first, then more roughly, dipping his fingers in between my lower lips and stroking them up and down.

  My eyes roll in their sockets uncontrollably as powerful jolts of pleasure run through me with every stroke of his fingers. He finds a rhythm quickly, and though his touch is delicate, he will not let me go.

  I unsnap his vest impatiently and start unbuttoning his shirt. My hands shake; I fumble clumsily, sometimes having to stop just to hang onto him. Finally he stops caressing and suckling me, leaving me standing there trembling and staring down at him in shock.

  He smiles lazily, his eyes burning, and shrugs out of his vest and shirt, then strips off his thermal underneath and tosses them both aside. I look down at him, his barrel chest and burly arms tattooed with bluish ink, and the thin, curving scar that runs along his side. I have to squash the sudden impulse to lean down and kiss it better.

  Then I catch sight of him unbuckling his belt, and suddenly that has all my attention.

  His belly flexes as he sits forward and shucks the leather jeans and thermals off with one firm shove. His cock springs up against his scarred belly and I stare at it for a moment, a little shocked. I guess every part of him is huge, I think through a haze of lust.

  “I won’t hurt you, baby,” he promises, coaxing me forward onto his broad thighs. I clamber onto him, sitting high, not sure what to do next. His cock brushes against my belly, and I feel that ache deep in my vulva again.

  He starts to caress me between my legs, and this time he slowly dips the tip of his finger into me, getting it slick with my juices as he watches my face for my response. I whimper, gasp and squirm, wanting more, and let out a little moan of disappointment when he draws his finger out again.

  He starts stroking my clit again in that same way, softly, but without ever letting up, and my back arches as I push my hips forward. He moves slightly, and as I lift up on my knees with my legs on the couch on either side of him, I feel the head of his cock pushing at my opening.

  For just a moment, I don’t know if I can handle this, and I hesitate. But then I smile to myself. Of course I can. It’s new...but I’m driving, and the sight of him shaking and panting under me as I roll my hips to start taking him in makes me bold.

  “Unh!” He shudders as I sink down on him, head lolling, and I feel a rush of power as I bear down. It hurts...but only for a moment as my unaccustomed body takes him in. Then the pressure on my walls, feeling him stretching me, rubbing against sensitive spots inside me, starts intensifying the pleasure of his caresses.

  I straddle him, arms around him, and kiss him. He groans into my mouth as I rock my hips experimentally. His eyes are glazed. I can do anything I want to him right now, and he’ll probably beg for more.

  We move together while he continues to stimulate me, his hand tireless between my thighs while I moan and roll my hips unconsciously around him. “Oh that’s so good, baby,” he purrs in my ear. “Harder?”

  “Yes,” I whimper, and he starts lifting his hips against me more roughly, grunting softly with the effort. His hand moves steadily in time with his thrusts, and he bears down just a little more, leaving me gasping with pleasure and grinding against his hand.

  He pushes his cock into me again and again; the pain dissolves, and my muscles start to tighten around him as my whole body tingles with pleasure. I can hear myself moaning and crying out for more, and he pants through his teeth before leaning me back so he can fasten his mouth onto one of my nipples again.

  The triple sensation leaves me sobbing uncontrollably with joy. Something’s coming. Each stroke of his finger, suck of his mouth, and thrust of his cock feels better, and better, and better...

  He stops.

  I cry out in protest and squirm against him, but he just smiles and grabs me by the hips before lifting me and standing up. Still inside of me, he kisses me, and then starts walking us slowly toward his bed. We kiss the whole way.

  He starts panting again partway there, and pushes me against the wall, bracing me against it while he thrusts in roughly. His surging cock stokes the flame again. I hang on for dear life, stunned by how primal it is, and my breathing fragments into tiny, desperate sips of air.

  I feel my body tensing deliciously...and then he stops again.

  “You’re torturing me,” I moan. I can’t stand it.

  I don’t know what it feels like to cum. I’m a little scared of the power of all these feelings. I just know that if I don’t relieve the sweet, agonizing tension in my body soon, I’m going to start crying.

  Finally, we reach the bed. He settles on the edge then leans me back again, and starts rolling his hips under me as he starts stimulating me once more. “Don’t stop this time,” I whimper. “Please...please...”

  “Of course, baby.” His voice is hoarse and full of tenderness, even as he fucks my brains out.

  He thrusts and strokes, his mouth at the pulse in my throat, our bodies straining against each other as that wonderful tension builds up in me again. I’m gasping for air. Little cries and whimpers explode from me and grow into a strained crescendo as the pleasure swells between my thighs.

  I’m almost there—

  And then it comes—and I lose my mind for long, exquisite moments.

  I throw my head back and let out a long wail of pleasure as ecstasy rips through me in waves. I grind against his cock, feeling my muscles clench around it, intensifying the pleasure and satisfying the hungry ache inside of me.

  Still feverish, I look down; he’s fallen back, eyes closed, lips parted, his hips lifting under me with desperation now. I smile dizzily and start to ride him despite my sudden exhaustion, circling and bucking my hips.

  “Oh! Oh baby—!” he shouts, and then grabs my hips and starts thrusting upward into me hard while I ride him with everything I have left.

  I watch his face, heart full of love and desire, as his eyes widen and then squeeze closed. His lips part—and then he starts to shout.

  They’re just little bursts of sound at first, coming every time his cock sinks into me. But then they grow louder, longer, hoarser, even as my body starts to clench around him again. I groan through my teeth and watch him as he tenses, and his hips practically lift me off the bed.

  Then his voice rises in a roar, and he thrusts deep a last time, his cock twitching and spilling heat inside of me.

  He collapses
back onto the bed gasping for air, as I wobble over him, my muscles going slack. He catches me and pulls me into his arms. I lie on his heaving chest...and feel every problem in the world drift wonderfully away.

  Chapter Eight

  Aaron

  I watch Julia sleep, my whole body still shaking. I haven’t ever busted so hard in my life. I think I started screaming.

  That’s all right. The trailer’s well insulated, and there’s no one around for a half acre on either side. And as I lie there, feeling so light and loose that I could float off the mattress, I think to myself: I could go for another round of that.

  Every night, for the rest of my life. It’s more a taste of Heaven than a man like me deserves, but she’s offering, and I’m starved for it.

  I still don’t feel like I’m good enough for her. I’m not sure that any mortal man could be—but then again, I’m biased. And since she keeps insisting on pushing the issue, I figure I had better just find a way to be an even better man.

  I brush stray hairs off her forehead as I stare down at her. I knocked her out. Poor baby.

  I didn’t even mean to. But that look of astonishment she wore before her eyes rolled closed told me volumes about her inexperience. I’m humbled that she chose me to be her first.

  Damn, I’m glad I held out so long. But seriously, this is the first time that my brother’s nickname for me doesn’t seem ironic.

  I doze for just a little while, bundled with her in my comforters, before her warm, curving softness and the scent of sex wakes me. I’m not surprised that I have a raging boner.

  It’s still dark. I should be waking her up and telling her to dress and sneak back home before her father wakes up.

  I start kissing her neck instead.

  She murmurs in her sleep and rolls toward me, one arm sliding limply over my back. My cock aches fiercely, but I take my time, kissing and caressing her awake. She’s so warm and relaxed now, and when I slide my hand under her and start stroking her ass, she croons low in her throat and opens her eyes.

  “Hi, baby,” I purr in her ear. I can barely see her smile in the dimness. When we kiss, she responds at once, sliding a hand down my body and settling it on my cock.

  I let out a surprised grunt, and she smiles against my mouth as she starts to explore my shaft with her fingers. Her touch is electric, yet delicate, mapping every inch of my erection until I’m panting. I gently pull her hand away.

  “Make love to me,” she murmurs, rolling onto her back and running her nails over my hips. “I want you inside me again, now.”

  Wow. I climb onto her and settle over her gently, working my cock into her as slowly as I can force myself. She gasps and shimmies her hips, lifting herself impatiently to take more of me in.

  Her silken folds close around me, and my back arches, head thrown back as I fight the urge to cum right away. “Oh—oh!” I shout with pleasure, and she wraps her arms and legs around me welcomingly.

  We move together, and for a few long, luxuriant thrusts I can’t focus on anything but the feel of her hot, slick flesh against mine. Then I remember myself, and start caressing her again.

  Her back arches as I lift up a little and slip a hand between us, gently pinching her cunt lips together around her clit and stroking and kneading her. She starts gasping and squirms even more. I thrust in deep and stay there, letting her writhe around my cock as her muscles gradually go tighter and tighter around me.

  “Come on, baby,” I encourage her as she starts to tremble and pant under me. Her eyes roll closed, and her mouth opens in a long gasp. “Come on, let go. You’re almost there.”

  My hips start moving reflexively as she grinds against me. I start to pant as well, and struggle to keep my hand moving and my body from cutting loose before she does. The glow between us is so intense that it threatens to burn up my stamina.

  Her nails dig into my back as all her muscles tighten and she presses herself hard up against me. Her gasps turn into that musical, rising cry again, broken up by her panting, as she grinds against me with all her strength. I feel my own body ramp up toward climax—and then her contractions drag me that last inch as her pussy massages my shaft irresistibly.

  I pound into her roughly, growling with bliss as she squirms under me and squeals with delight. Now and again, her muscles ripple over me again; I shout hoarsely at the extra jolt of pleasure, my voice rising with hers.

  I fight to stay on the edge as long as I can—and then go rocketing over it, roaring with joy as I shoot my load into her again. “Yes—!”

  This time, I am the one who almost faints.

  I barely manage to catch myself as my body goes limp, and I roll off of her, gathering her into my arms. She whimpers softly, eyelids weighed down from exhaustion. “There you go,” I purr in her ear. “There you go, baby. I love you.”

  I tuck my comforters around us again and drift off with her. The last thing I sense as I fall asleep is Moose hopping up to lie contentedly across the foot of the bed.

  I’m so loopy from sex and satisfaction that it takes me a few moments to jump out of bed when Moose starts barking. It’s got to be some time later; there’s faint light coming in from outside.

  I can hear the anger in my dog’s bark as I yank on my clothes and grab my bow. Then I hear the thumps as of someone trying to bust in my garage door, and I know.

  Fucking Daniel.

  I come walking out with Moose on a leash in case my brother has a gun. Daniel is there, trying to get in my shed door with a crowbar. He’s getting nowhere against the heavy-duty lock. Idiot.

  He sees me—and then sees Moose, and his eyes get very wide again. Once again the guy’s been drinking, and it’s fucking with his judgment. “The fuck are you doing, Daniel?” I demand.

  It’s not even dawn yet. Well below freezing. My spit crackles as it hits the grass and I walk in his direction quickly, the crossbow I’m not supposed to have pointed at him with my free hand.

  He drops the crowbar and steps back. “I told you I’d make trouble for you until you agreed to come with me,” he stammers, his eyes glued to Moose, who has stopped barking and is now just growling.

  “And I told you that was a stupid fucking idea, Daniel. I’ve got you on my security cameras breaking and entering.” I point up at the deer cams I have hidden in the pines on either side of the shed entrance.

  “You’d set the pigs on me? They’ll put me away for life!” Moose’s growling drops an octave and jumps several decibels in response to Daniel raising his voice, and my brother presses back against the shed door.

  “Now you listen here, you little shit. Back when I was an idealistic kid whose life you wrecked, I thought I owed you because we were family. But then I went in the hole for ten years and served four years parole for a crime I was trying to stop your ass from committing.”

  He holds his hands over his head, eyes huge now, as if suddenly realizing that he’s put himself into deep, deep shit, and there’s very little he can do about it but beg. “Hey, now, come on. I’m desperate here. I need your fucking help! Don’t you get it?”

  “Oh, I get it. You’ve screwed up in yet another state, and you want me around to keep you safe from however many hoods down in New Orleans want to kick your sorry ass. But as I was saying, I’ve already gone above and beyond for your dumpster-fire ass, and that was the last time.”

  I advance on him, short-leashing Moose so he can’t take a chomp out of my brother before I have my say. “If I had gone down for something I’d actually done, that would be one thing. But even all of that was shit you dragged me into.

  “I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me. And the credit store is closed, brother mine. Fuck off.”

  He swallows, taking a deep, shuddery breath. “You know, I know you have me on camera trying to get at your bike, but uh...you’re also on camera with a crossbow, and you’ve got a felony record just like me now.” His eyes glitter.

  I stare at him coldly, unable to believe that this dumb son of a bi
tch is still pushing me. “Okay, fine, we’re at a Mexican standoff over that. You still can’t really mess with me. You’ve got nothing on me that can force me to leave.”

  The door to the trailer clicks open, and Julia walks out sleepily. Her hair is mussed, her eyes are drowsy, and she has a love bite showing where her scarf is askew.

  My eyes widen slightly. Shit.

  Daniel looks between her and me, and a slow grin breaks across his face. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been asking around, brother mine. Isn’t that the preacher’s twenty-year-old virgin daughter?”

  “Twenty-one,” I say defensively, as she sees us and freezes.