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  I take the food just to get rid of him and shut the door. “I’m not sure if I like this. I like being independent,” my fingers lift a few of the blinds up, just enough to peek through. There’s three men now standing guard outside. Two of Smith’s and one of Roger’s.

  “I told you. That’s why we need to go to San Fran. It’s our last shot.”

  Placing the food down in the kitchen, I pour two glasses of wine handing her one. “To our last getaway...,” I toast drinking deeply.

  Rog is gonna lose his shit when he finds out we’re gone. But that’s a week away and he doesn’t own me. It’ll be good to set my own boundaries with him; teach him I’ll be his but on my terms. I grin picturing the look on his face and the growl that will erupt from his chest. He’s gonna go crazy looking for me. I’m a bitch too, because the thought of driving him insane turns me on. I want him to come after me. Hell, I’ll even leave breadcrumbs for him to follow.

  Smith’s a wildcard.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes her straight to Vegas. Maybe, I’ll have my chance to be a bridesmaid sooner than I thought.

  “What are you doing here?”

  She can’t see the way my eyes devour her standing there at the curb. The wind plays with her hair and plays with the hem of her dress, bowing it up around her tan legs. I’ve never seen her in heels and damn… they make her already lean legs shapelier than I thought was possible.

  Teen girls giggle and point at me on my old Harley, leaning on one foot with the engine idling.

  “Waitin’ to pick up my girl,” I finally say.

  She shakes her head and with pink cheeks takes the helmet and bouquet of roses from my hands.

  “You didn’t think I’d forget my doll’s first day of school, did you?”

  “Thank you,” she inhales the flowers and leans down to kiss me.

  “The new teach has a boyfriend!” Someone singsongs.

  “Yeah, she does. And if any one of you punks gives her a hard time. I’ll have your asses!”

  “Rog!” she cries in embarrassment, “Let’s get out of here. You can’t speak to them like that.”

  “The hell I can’t.”

  Her arms clutch me, one holding the flowers, and I take off. It feels good to finally have her riding behind me, hands hugging my waist, thighs clutching around as we zip through the streets.

  I wanna date her right, and not just meet after dark for nights full of passion. Although, we’ll have plenty of those too.

  I called Shanna, red-faced, askin’ her how to plan a romantic date in Springdale. She came through like I knew she would.

  We ride to the other side of town to the logging mill restaurant. Some couple from Seattle bought it a few years back and turned the pond, mill, and barn into a hoity venue for weddings.

  It’s a Tuesday night and they had nothing goin’ on. When I called explaining I was taking someone special out on a first date, they were more than eager to help. They said there were even leftover flowers and decorations from last weekend’s wedding between two “high society” types from Washington. I laughed because Springdale’s a tight community. We protect our own and don’t put up with any bullshit from outsiders.

  I turn into the long drive, abs clenching as she breathes in my ear, “Oh, Rog.”

  They must’ve installed a sprinkler system since the expansive lawn looks like a damn country club. The apple trees are almost in season and rows of them sway in the late summer breeze.

  The drive is lined with a white picket fence and maples. My palms start to sweat making my grip on the handle bars slip.

  My heart’s pounding not even knowing why.

  I’ve bedded her already and yet, there’s so much romance going on here I can taste it on my tongue.

  We reach the end and I park helping my lady dismount and I don’t let her hand go.

  “I know it’s early for dinner yet. But I thought we could have some wine and crackers and walk the grounds?”

  “Sounds perfect,” she whispers, “but first I need to do this.” Her hands land on either side of my face stroking my beard. Her soft pink lips part, I growl, closing the distance between us, parting her lips with mine and thrusting my tongue.

  I moan, shifting my lips closer, high on feeling in her in my arms again. I can’t stop thinking about the night we shared three days ago.

  “Hmmm, who needs wine? I’m drunk on you, sugar.”

  She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from my kiss. I sigh linking our hands. This dating shit is gonna be damn hard when all I want to do is be inside her 24/7.

  We walk hand in hand through an arbor with vines twisted over it, down a gravel path to a pavilion in back by a man-made lake with a fountain bubbling in the center.

  I hold a seat out for her to sit and pour her a glass of the ice-cold Chardonnay that I know is her favorite. I called ahead to make sure everything would be all set for wooing my woman.

  “This is the nicest surprise,” she murmurs taking a sip and closing her eyes. My eyes follow her every move, the way her throat works as she swallows.

  Dirty thoughts fill my head. I imagine the way her lips would look wrapped around my cock, how her throat would work to swallow the come she milks from me.

  Smiling faintly, I swirl the wine in my glass and raise it to hers. “To surprises,” I toast wondering why she sputters but finally swallows, managing to give me a tight smile.

  The silence is comfortable as we sip our wine, shaded from the late afternoon sun that still manages to be quite hot.

  “What’s your story, Dev? I could list a million adjectives to describe you, startin’ with sexy, but I don’t really, know your story.”

  She sits back averting her eyes, her sip turns into a chug before she places her glass down.

  “The story of my life is actually boring. I want to know all about yours—in Creed.”

  “Nothing about you is boring, sugar.”

  “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

  “Not a chance, darlin’.”

  “Fine,” she sighs, “but could you pour me another glass?”

  I pour, trying not to press, not wanting to pressure her, but damn if I’m about to lose the heart I’ve guarded for all these years—I need to know more about the woman stealing it.

  “I’ve lived just outside Chicago my whole life in a classic All-American town.”

  “Naperville, right?”

  “That’s the one.”

  “I’m an only child, never owned any pets and when I met Luce in kindergarten; we became best friends and never stopped. My childhood was filled with the average things, I guess,” she shrugs, stopping to pick up a piece of cheese from the plate a server just left in between us.

  “I had a few boyfriends in high school, a few more in college and my last relationship ended last winter.”

  I raise my eyebrows, cup my large hands around my wineglass, silently urging her to continue.

  “I thought I’d marry him.”

  “What happened?” My gut churns imagining some dumbfuck’s hands on her, his dick in what belongs to me now.

  “He said being with me was ‘settling’.”

  “Bullshit,” I half-yell before I can stop myself.

  “Yeah, well Jeff, he doesn’t think that anymore. Or so he says—but it’s too late. And frankly, I’m glad he dumped me because here I am in Springdale—with you.”

  “Amen, sugar,” I toast again.

  “Why haven’t you ever married, Rog?”

  I shrug picking up a cracker, “I suppose I just never found anyone that made me want to.”

  “Surely, there must have been someone, you loved along the way?”

  “Maybe once. A lifetime ago. But you know what? Looking back, I realize maybe it was just wanting what I couldn’t have that made it ache more than it should’ve.”

  “You’re talking about Shanna’s mom, aren’t you?”

  I nod, looking away for
a second. “But that’s all ancient history, babe. And there’s no one else I want to spend today with more than you doll.”

  “Me too,” she answers softly.

  “Come on, lets tour the grounds. Thy left a bag of feed if you wanna feed the ducks over in the pond.”

  “For a man who doesn’t do romance—you’re doing pretty good.”

  “I might’ve had some help.”

  “Shanna?”

  “Yup.”

  “She did good.”

  I take her hand in mine and we walk down the soft grass trails past the orchard fields to another pond at the properties edge. We feed the ducks quacking at our feet, laugh and hold hands.

  It feels better than good.

  This curvy brunette full of sass and fire fits me better than I ever could’ve imagined.

  “Dev?”

  “Yeah?” She turns to me, the sun’s setting behind her casting rays of gold through her hair.

  “Stay. Stay in Springdale. You only signed a six-months lease and three months have almost gone by. I don’t even want your rent money.”

  “I’m planning on staying through the end of the school year and probably beyond. But I’m paying rent, Rog. It’ll feel weird to not pay. It’s just how I am. Besides, you might take that offer back anyway… I kinda dug up half the backyard and made a garden,” she swallows nervously.

  It’s cute as hell.

  “… and I got carried away. I added a full enclosure with a gate and netted roof.”

  “I know sugar. I snuck in at dawn and stole some vine tomatoes for my sauce,” I wink.

  “Oh, okay,” she laughs, “just don’t do it again. My garden is my baby.”

  “And you’re mine,” I answer pulling her in for a quick kiss that in no time turns into more. Our tongues dance, my heart sings, my body hungers to feel her under me again.

  She pulls back smiling coyly. “I’m hot. There’s no air conditioning at the school and I feel sticky.” In one brisk movement she unzips the back of her dress and my mouth goes dry as it falls to the ground.

  “Baby,” I moan, seeing her in broad daylight in a matching ivory lace bra and panty set. The rosy buds of her nipples play peek-a-boo through the lace. The pink petals of her sex wink at me.

  “Just remember, I tried so hard to be good.”

  “You’ve been very good. So good, you deserve a treat.”

  She sinks to her knees, I breathe in hard as she unzips my fly and takes me out. I usually fly commando since everything feels tight on my cock and balls, like they’re being choked all day. The fresh air feels good as I spring free into her waiting hands.

  “Christ,” I shudder at the first flick of her tongue on my head. There’s no way any woman could take me whole and go deep. But I might come just from the sight of my goddess taking me into her hot little mouth.

  The sensations coming from my dick and traveling to my brain are too much. A grunt rumbles from my chest as she takes me five inches in and wraps her hands around the rest. She focuses on my swollen tip and the sensitive spot just underneath. She rubs it back and forth with her tongue, it feels so fuckin’ good my eyes roll back in my head, tingles shoot from balls to brain and my hands clench her hair.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. Work me good. You’re so fuckin’ hot darlin’ Do you know that?” My balls are heavy needing to release. I try to stop it but pre-cum oozes from me into her mouth. But Dev’s been a good girl too and I don’t want this to be all about me.

  I pull back and she stares up at me with a question in her eyes. I jerk my shirt over my head and toss it. Stepping out of my jeans, I lie back, “Come here, sugar. Feel like goin’ for a ride?”

  Head tossed back, my huge cock boldly sticks out from between my thick thighs.

  She bites her lip and comes forward. “Sit on me sugar.”

  “Is-is this gonna hurt?”

  I toss my head in a bark of laughter, “We already know we fit baby, climb on. We’ll work it slow.”

  She moves between my spread legs and I clasp my arms around to unhook her bra. “Finally,” I moan pulling a nipple into my hungry mouth. I roll it between my tongue, alternating between sucking hard and tugging on it with my lips. My other hand jerks her thong aside and my fingers run through her.

  “Ah,” she gasps, planting her weight on her palms planted in the grass on either side of my head.

  “Don’t be afraid sugar, let go. I paid them not to bother us. There’s no one to hear you come but me and the birds.”

  Her hips hover above my cock, “Easy girl,” I moan as she starts to sit, slowly impaling herself of my shaft.

  “Ahh,” she groans, “you feel so good, Rog. So—good.” Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes me in inch by agonizing inch until she sits back fully seated and fully stuffed with me.

  My hand grasps her hip and I help guide her up and down.

  “You’re so wet, sweetheart. You been thinkin’ about me?”

  “Y-yes. God,” she cries as my other hand grasp the top of her thigh, thumb raised to hit her clit on her down stroke. I feel my thick tip hit her G-spot at the same time my thumb strokes her.

  “That’s it baby. Only I can make you feel this good. Keep goin’ doll. I wanna see your tits bounce in my face.”

  She obliges finding her rhythm and taking me deep into her honeypot. “Fuck yeah, baby,” I grunt jerking my hips up to meet her.

  “Rog,” she pants as my thrust force her to take more of me. I don’t stop, knowing she can take it, but more importantly knowing it’s what she needs.

  “That’ s it baby, ride me,” I grunt smacking her ass urging her on.

  My head comes up, straining to reach her tits. My mouth latches on at the same time my thumb circles through her folds zeroing in on the tiny nub nestled there.

  “Rog!” She gasps, coming.

  She falls apart in my arms going limp and I take control grabbing her by the hips and moving her body up and down my length; grunting at how good this woman feels on my cock. The last coherent thought I have before my own release roars through me is: I’m never letting this angel go.

  Our hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat, I pull her down on my chest feeling her soft lips kiss my neck. My hands stroke her soft back, I’m reluctant to pull out; wanting to stay in her forever.

  “Where you goin’, sugar?” I grunt as she slips off me grinning mischievously.

  “You made me so hot and dirty,” she pouts.

  “Dev?”

  I can only watch as she turns. My hands clench at her firm ass running towards the water. Damn, I need to get my hands on that some more….

  She laughs, her long legs flying across the dock past the paddleboats tied up and then she sails through the air executing a perfect swan dive into the lake. I shake my head knowing at any second, she’s gonna come shrieking back out. It might be warm out right now, but the nights have been damn cold.

  “How’s the water?” I grin as her head bobs up.

  “Divine.”

  “Uh huh,” I grin putting my jeans on.

  “Come in, Rog. Swim with me.”

  “Not a chance sweetheart. I can smell a con a mile away.”

  “That’s too bad. I’ve always wanted to have sex in the water…”

  I shake my head at the vixen taunting me. “You think you can handle more of me already, doll?”

  “Oh, I know I can,” she purrs, “but can you handle more of me? I mean I know men your age might have stamina issues…”

  My nostrils flare, stalking down the dock, I shuck my jeans back off. “You’re gonna pay for that, sweetheart,” I warn a second before I dive in towards her.

  She yelps, splashing water at me as I swim towards her. I dive under. She was right. The water feels good. It’s not as cold as I thought. I feel invigorated as I grab her legs under the water pulling her down.

  She looks like a goddess with her hair floating out behind her. My lips press to hers. Under the water with the sun’s rays lighting t
he water next to us: I experience the best five second kiss of my life.

  And in this moment—I fall. Weightless, my heart bursts with all the new love flowing inside. I love this woman. I never saw her coming and having her suddenly show up in my life was the greatest gift God could give me. I hold her close as we surface. I’ll keep her safe, I’ll cherish her and if she’ll let me—I’ll be her man forever.

  HUMMING UNDER MY BREATH, scurrying down the hall, coffee in hand I get ready for first period. Rog stayed over last night. Luce already texted that she’s going to buy ear plugs after school gets out today. She moved into the apartment below us but claims we’re so loud it’s like she’s in the same room.

  That man is insatiable.

  Ever since the romantic date we shared a few weeks ago—we’ve been inseparable. Luce and I never did make it down to San Francisco to the BDSM club. I remember the first night he stayed over. I had told him that if we were going to see each other during the week that I’d need to go back to the apartment at night. I couldn’t do the walk of shame to school as a teacher. I love my job and making a good impression on the staff and students is very important to me. He said I make him so horny that he needs me every night. September passed quickly. My days were filled by learning new students and a new school, and my nights were filled by him; literally.

  Truthfully, I’m addicted to the man.

  One night, after he had taken me to the movies where we necked like teens in the back of the theater, he took me home where we didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

  I half-jokingly asked him straight out if he was DOM after he demanded I strip and get ready for him.

  “A DOM? I don’t know sugar. All I know is that I want everything you can give me. Every damn thing,” he muttered stripping his clothes and stalking towards me. “But if I was a DOM—I’d tell you to turn around, place your hands on the counter and don’t move until I tell you to.”

  I did. I placed my hands on the cold granite counter in the kitchen, felt him at my back and waited, getting wetter and hotter by the second as I wondered what he was going to do to me.

  “Ah,” I had gasped as he dropped to his knees spread my ass cheeks, tongue and mouth finding me from behind. His soft beard made my inner thighs tingle as the hairs brushed in and out between my legs.