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When she nods, I guide her to the dance floor with my hand at the small of her back. I wrap my arms around her body and hers go around my neck. With her body pressed against mine, there’s no way I can hide my erection from her. And I’ve decided I don’t want to. All the reasons I had in the past for not being with her- she’s too young, she’s my sister’s best friend – none of them are good enough anymore. There’s nothing to stop me from having her now. She’s mine. All I have to do is convince her of it.

  She looks to the side and with a frown on her face, she says, “Ford and Emily are here, Jackson.”

  I don’t know what she expects, but I can tell I surprise her when I slide both my hands down her back and pull her body closer against mine. My long, hard rod is pressed against her belly and her eyes snap up to mine when she feels it. Groaning, I lean my head down against hers. “Fuck, Meg. I knew you were hot, but I had no idea it would feel this good to have you in my arms. If I had, I would have put you here years ago.”

  I see hope flare in her eyes, but she tamps it down quickly, ridding her face of all expression. One more inch and my lips will be on her. I know that my mom and dad, my brothers and sisters, hell, half the town is here and probably watching us, but I can’t hold back. I can’t stop myself.

  I stop swaying and press my lips to hers. Just a little tentative kiss. I want to taste her, just something to tide me over until we get out of here and I have her to myself. But I can’t stop. Her lips open against mine and I sweep my tongue inside, not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind. She tastes of the apple pie we just ate and, well, like home to me.

  I deepen the kiss and glide my hands down her back, cupping each of her round cheeks and pulling her roughly against me. She moans into my mouth and I can feel the precum leaking from my dick. I pull away from her and when I do, she buries her face into my chest.

  It’s muffled, but I’m able to make it out. “I’m so sorry, Jackson. I don’t know what’s come over me. Darn it, I’m so sorry.”

  I use my finger to tilt her head up to me and her chin rests on my pecs. “Honey, I stopped because I didn’t want anyone to see you like that. That little moan of yours, I don’t want anyone else to hear that but me.”

  She presses her face against me again. I look around and can see half my family smiling at me. I only nod at them and then I grab her hand to walk her off the dance floor. When we get to the edge, Emily steps in front of us.

  “You’re an embarrassment, Jackson. You dumped me a month ago and now people are going to think you replaced me with her.” Emily sneers at me. I can feel the hatred vibrating off of her. I realize now that I never really did know this woman. She’s nothing like what I thought she was.

  “It’s over, Emily,” I say. “Quit calling me, quit texting me. We’re done.”

  Megan looks up at me with surprise. I haven’t told anyone that Emily wants us to get back together. I’m done with her and there’s not a chance in hell I would ever go back to her.

  I grip Megan’s hand tighter and smile down at her, while Emily stomps her feet. “Look at her, though, Jackson. You could have at least found someone that wasn’t so fa-“

  I drop Megan’s hand and take a step toward Emily and thankfully she shuts her mouth before she finishes that sentence. Rage is rolling through my veins. I would never hit a woman, but hell, I don’t ever think I’ve come closer than this.

  Megan steps between us and turns toward me. Her hand slides up my chest, wrapping around my neck and pulling my face down to look at her. “I thought you were taking me home, Jax, honey?”

  My nostrils flare and I lean down and kiss her briefly before pulling her to the door, waving at my family as we walk by them.

  Megan

  Darn, I wasn’t ready for that. My dreams have not done Jackson any justice. The man knows how to kiss. He’s dragging me to his truck and when I ask him to slow down, he stops, tosses me over his shoulder and keeps on walking.

  “Jax!” I hiss at him. I slap him on his back. “Jax! I don’t have any underwear on,” I tell him. He instantly slides his hand up the back of my thigh and caresses my bare naked ass cheek. I try to lean around him and I’m praying that no one is outside to see my bare ass in the air. I hear him say “Oh fuck” and then he starts walking again and doesn’t stop until he’s standing next to his truck.

  He puts my feet on the ground and then presses my back against the truck. He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “Where’s your underwear?”

  I pull myself from his grip. “I had red underwear on and you could see it. I didn’t have time to go home and get any and geez, there’s no way Abby’s would have fit me. So that was my only option.”

  He moves in close to me and puts his hands at my waist. “So, you’re telling me that you have been without underwear all night. You’ve had nothing on underneath that dress all night?”

  I nod and press further into the truck. His eyes never leave mine, but his hand starts to slide down my belly, down the length of my dress and then he strokes my leg. A gasp escapes me when I first feel his fingers on my bare leg. He slides his hand up my inner thigh and I suck in a deep breath and hold it. Oh my, it’s getting real. He moves tantalizingly slow and I finally release the breath I was holding because I can’t hold it anymore. When he reaches my slit, I know that he can feel the stickiness of my desire on his fingertips. Being this close to him all night, I knew I would be a mess down there.

  He slides his finger through my wet opening and I grab on to his wrists and squeeze.

  “You like that, don’t you, honey?” He strokes deeper into me and I spread my legs and go up on my tiptoes to give him better access. “You’re soaked, baby. Fuck, if I had known that you were bare under this dress I would have never survived it in there.”

  When his hand touches my clit, I groan loudly and he covers his mouth with mine, swallowing the deep moans leaving my mouth. When we hear people talking and coming out of the dance hall, he pulls his hand out from under my skirt and holds me to him. Gasping for breath, he releases my mouth and leans his head against mine.

  All I can do is stare up at him. When he puts his finger to his lips and sucks the wetness off of it, my heart about stops. Embarrassment floods me. He just tasted me. My face flushed, I look everywhere but at him. “Fuck, Meg, you taste amazing. I always knew you would.” My eyes flash to his and the lust in them makes me want to drop to my knees and put my mouth on him.

  He pulls me away from the truck, opens the door and lifts me into the seat. He leans in and puts my seatbelt on before slamming the door and running around to the driver’s side.

  He peels out of the parking lot and drives fast down the road. The silence is deafening. I have no idea where were going, but I know he’s driving the opposite way of my house.

  “I live the other way, Jax,” I tell him, fumbling with the folds of my skirt.

  He reaches over and grabs hold of my inner thigh. I wait to see what he’s going to do next, but he doesn’t move. Just holds on to me tightly. “I’m taking you home with me, honey. If that’s not what you want, you better tell me now,” he says huskily.

  Like a hussy, I spread my legs apart only slightly. But he notices. His hand slides up my inner thigh and when he reaches my sticky wet folds, he palms me and holds on to me. The heat of him against my core about has me lifting my hips off the seat.

  “Tell me, baby. Do you want to go home with me?” He asks me again, while applying more pressure between my legs.

  I know I need to go to my own home, my own bed, by myself. My head is telling me that. But my heart and my body is telling me something else. After all these years, I’m being given a chance to make my dreams come true. I’m not stupid. I’m going to grab on to this opportunity and relish it. Heck with tomorrow. I’ll worry about that then. Tonight, I’m his. “Yes, yes, I would like to go home with you,” I tell him.

  Chapter 4

  Jackson

  I didn’t realize until I hear her say the wo
rd ‘yes’ that I was holding my breath. But once she does, I press on the gas and hightail it across town to my house, praying she doesn’t change her mind.

  When I whip into my driveway, I run around the truck and help her down, all but dragging her into the house. Once inside, I don’t turn on any lights or show her around. I’ll do that later. Right now, I am not going to stop or think straight until my cock is buried ten inches deep inside her.

  Once in the house, I lean her against the door, caging her in with my arms on each side of her. I bend down and nuzzle her neck with my nose. Breathing her in, I’m holding back to try and give her time, but I know it won’t last. “You smell so good, Meg,” I tell her as I kiss up her neck and then press my lips to hers. When she moans against my mouth, I deepen the kiss and then with my hands wrapped around her thighs, I lift her into my arms. Her legs go around me and I know I should take her to the bedroom, but there’s no time.

  I carry her to the living room and set her on her feet in front of the couch. I start pulling clothes off her. I know she deserves more than some quick fuck, but with the taste of her still on my lips I can’t stop. I won’t stop until I’m buried inside of her.

  When I release the catch of her bra and pull it down her arms, I stop and simply stare at her. Her breasts are large with cherry red nipples. Her hands go up to cover them but I stop her and roll her nipples between my fingers. “You’re perfect,” I tell her as I suckle her nipple into my mouth.

  “Oh fudge,” she calls out and under normal circumstances I would probably laugh at her refusal to use cuss words. But in this moment, I couldn’t laugh if I wanted to.

  When she’s standing in front of me completely naked, I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Hell, she can probably hear it.

  “What about you?” she whispers as she tries to cover her body from me.

  I grab both of her arms and hold her steady. The wide curve of her hips, her large breasts and the soft swell of her belly – fuck, all of it makes me want to drop to my knees and worship her.

  Pulling my shirt off and unbuttoning my pants, I slide them and my underwear down my legs. She steps back from me with a terrified look on her face. “That’s not going to fit inside me,” she murmurs throatily.

  I fist my cock in my hand give it a nice long tug. Precum has leaded out of my tip and we both watch as it falls to the floor. When I look back up to her, she’s licking her lips.

  I step toward her. Every step I take, she walks backwards until the back of her legs hit the couch and she falls backwards.

  Her legs fly up and I catch them, lifting her up, and then I bury my face into her pussy until she’s squirming and writhing underneath me.

  I release her clit from between my lips and tell her, “Fuck, baby. Since I tasted you earlier I knew I had to have you on my tongue. Come for me, Meg. Come for me.”

  I latch on to her clit again and start pumping my fingers into her sweet, tight hole.

  A slow tremble works its way up her body. My fingers pump into her harder and I suck and lick her clit until she’s convulsing around me, screaming my name and begging me not to stop.

  Megan

  With my core still vibrating, Jax moves up my body, kissing along the way.

  When his lips meet mine, and his hard tip is pressing at my entrance, he pulls away enough to say, “I’m clean.”

  At first I don’t understand, and when it hits me, I feel my face heat. “Me too. I’m clean.”

  He leans his head against mine. Kissing my nose, he whispers, “I don’t want anything between us. I want to fuck you bare, honey.”

  I gasp at the dirty words. I’ve never had a man talk to me like this, but I can feel my whole body ignite at his words. When I don’t answer, he asks again, “Can I fuck you bare, Meg?”

  He’s sliding his length along my wet slit. Never penetrating me, but the promise of it is there.

  “Yes. Yes. Jax. Any way you want. I just need you inside me.” I lift my hips to meet his, trying to get him where I want him.

  He lines himself up at my opening and I hold my breath with my eyes clinched tightly together. Darn, I know it’s going to hurt.

  “Look at me, baby,” he commands me, with the head of his penis barely touching the opening of my inner walls.

  I open my eyes slowly and once they are completely open, he starts to push farther inside me. When I start to close my eyes, he stops again and I groan.

  “Baby, eyes on me. I want you looking at me when I fill you up. Keep them open,” he sternly tells me and starts pushing into me again.

  I can feel myself stretching around him and on instinct, I tighten against him.

  I watch his face tauten and his lips tremble as he moans my name. His eyes on me, the connection between us sizzles and emotion wells up inside me as he watches me.

  He groans. “You’re so tight.” He’s barely inside me but I feel him everywhere.

  He pulls out of me and I watch our mixed juices coating him. He leans over and picks me up and then sits down with me straddling him. He moves me around like I weigh nothing. I’m sitting on top of him, his length pressed against the crease of my butt.

  “You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. This first time, I want you in control.” He lifts my hips and then lines his manhood up to my opening and when he’s barely inside me, he grips my waist tightly. “It’s all you, baby. Take what you want.”

  I look at him with hooded eyes. I slowly start to lower myself onto him. When his girth is stretching me and feels like it’s breaking me in two, I stop.

  “Baby, you can do this. Has anyone been inside this sweet cunt before? Fuck, you’re so tight.” he asks me.

  “Yes. Yeah, one time, but he wasn’t as endowed…” I start to tell him, but he interrupts me.

  “No, baby, I don’t want to hear about any other man,” he says and then lifts his hips like he’s punishing me for talking about someone else.

  The pain is there, but so is the heat. I stare into his eyes and lower myself onto him. The pain intensifies until I’m fully seated onto him, and then it slowly subsides. I want to move. Darn, I want to move. The whole time, his eyes are meeting mine. I can see the strain in his face and the sweat at his temple.

  I lift up and slowly lower myself onto him. His hands grip me harder and he starts to help me move up and down on him. With each thrust, I tighten my core, holding on to him.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’m going to come.” His hand goes between us and he rubs my clit until my hips are circling against him.

  He’s now lifting his hips, pumping into me with each of my downward strokes. I open my thighs wider and on my next stroke, he plunges into me and holds me there as we both succumb to the climax vibrating through our bodies. I milk him and thick ropes of cum shoot against my inner walls. When I’m totally depleted, my body drops against him and he’s rubbing my back and kissing my shoulder.

  The night doesn’t end there. By early morning, he had me bent over the kitchen table while he took me from behind, he had me in the shower as he took me against the wall, and this last time, he took pity on my sore and swollen lady parts and kissed me and licked me softly until I came on his tongue.

  I finally fell asleep in his bed with his body wrapped around mine.

  Chapter 5

  Jackson

  I stretch and sigh as every part of my sore body strains in the movement. It’s a sore feeling, but it feels so good. I stick my arm out and the coldness of the sheets shocks me awake.

  I lift my head and Megan’s not there. She’s not in my bed. I jump out of bed and go in search of her. Hell, I don’t even waste time putting on pants because when I find her, I’m going to show her what happens when she gets out of my bed before I’m awake. I walk through the quiet house.

  She’s not in the bathroom, the kitchen, dining room or the living room. I go search through the guest rooms and she’s not there either. I walk onto my back porch and check the front. Luckily, I don’t have an
y neighbors or else they would be getting a shock this morning. I slam the door shut behind me and walk toward the bathroom.

  I shower quickly and then throw on some clean clothes before grabbing my keys. When I get to the job site, I seek out my sister. “Where is she?” I ask her.

  She turns off the saw and yells at me, “What?”

  “Where’s Megan?” I ask her again. When I see the smile lift on her lips, I put my hands together and clutch them in front of me.

  “I haven’t seen her. Why? What did you do, Jackson? You better not have hurt her,” she tells me with her hand on her hip.

  “Where does she work?” I demand of her.

  “Do you never pay attention? She owns the coffee shop, Courthouse Coffee, downtown.” She rolls her eyes at me and now that she mentions it, I do remember her mentioning her coffee shop. Fuck, this girl has got me all screwed up.

  “Thanks,” I tell her as I start striding back to my truck.

  “Sure. Hey, are you going to work today? Maybe help us out a little,” she yells back at me.

  “Yeah, I’ll be back,” I yell out the window right before I start my truck up and peel out of the driveway.

  Megan

  I have my hair up in a knot on top of my head and I’m rushing around the shop trying to get everything ready for the day’s morning rush.

  If I had the time, I would be thinking about last night and Jackson, but it’s probably a good thing I don’t have that luxury.

  The morning flies by and then toward the end of the rush, Jackson strides into the shop and crowds the line. “Megan. We need to talk,” he tells me, obviously frustrated.

  “Jax, you see the line we have. I can’t talk right now,” I tell him right before I flip on the espresso machine. I can see his mouth moving, but I can’t hear a word he’s saying. Once the cups are full, I flip the switch off and instantly hear Jax in the middle of his tirade. “I expected you to be in my bed this morning.”

  Everyone in line, the workers, heck, everyone in the small building stops talking, stops moving and stares at the two of us.