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  “Damn, you’re so sexy,” I mutter. Her hand cups around my cock through my jeans and I groan, grabbing her by the hips hard.

  “Bad girl. Not til I’m done with you.”

  I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up, and she automatically wraps her legs around me, allowing me to carry her to my bed.

  She actually giggles when I flip the light on with my elbow and set her down on her back on the bed.

  “What's so funny, princess?”

  She shakes her head, still giggling. “Nothing. Just that you don’t have any furniture except for a bed. Clearly a bachelor.”

  I run my hands up and down her thighs. “Yeah, well I don’t need much. Just a bed with you in it and I’m all set. Now get comfortable, because you're gonna be screaming in a minute."

  I help her settle back, and I nibble on her thigh, getting higher and higher, toward the apex of her sex. My eyes meet hers and she bites her lower lip, watching me. I hook my index finger through the crotch of her panties and move them to the side before dragging my tongue through her slit.

  She moans as I lap up her nectar. She’s sweet as honey and I can’t get enough. Closing my lips over her needy little button, I close my eyes and suck it into my warm mouth, flicking my tongue across her nerves while I keep the suction going. Her hands are on her own breasts, back arched, as she begins to shudder, slightly at first, then like an earthquake as her orgasm overtakes her. My fingers dig into her fleshy things, holding her in place so I can lick up every last drop, not letting up until she’s whimpering and gasping for air.

  I lick my lips, leaning up on my elbows to hover over her. “Did you like that kitten?” I ask her, pressing my cock into her thigh.

  She nods, looking into my eyes. “More,” she begs. “Please fuck me now, Tor,” she pants.

  CHAPTER SIX

  BREE

  I’m like an animal in heat and I'd do anything right now to feel Tor’s thickness deep inside me. I’m practically panting with need.

  I watch as Tor’s jeans come off, and can clearly see the wet spot on his boxers where he’s been leaking his arousal. His shorts are tented and I can tell he’s going to be huge. He hovers over me, his body between my legs, his cock still covered by fabric as it brushes against my pussy when he leans down to kiss me.

  “Once I do this, honey, I’m gonna want more and more, I hope you know that you’re about to make an addict out of me.”

  My hands cling to his muscular shoulder blades as I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to meet him.

  “Do it, do it, please.” I beg. He leans back and pulls the waistband of his boxers down, letting his cock finally spring free. I can’t help but stare. He’s like a god.

  He tosses the shorts aside and then hops off the bed and takes something out of a plastic grocery bag that’s hanging off his closet door. He tears open the box, and I realize he’s getting a condom. “I bought these this morning just wishing you’d end up here tonight. Looks like my wish came true.”

  He wraps his hand around his cock, giving it a tug and revealing his large balls underneath. He rolls the condom on, and climbs back between my legs, the smooth head of his cock probing gently at my entrance.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear, propped on one elbow, his other hand pushing the hair back from my face. He gazes into my eyes and pushes his hips forward, sliding easily inside me, pushing and pushing until he is buried to the hilt deep inside my pussy.

  I can’t hold back a moan as he claims me. I feel so full with him inside me. I’ve never felt so much like a woman. I rise to meet him and we fall into a sensual rhythm. His voice tickles my neck. “I’d stay just like this forever if I could. You feel like heaven.”

  “Me too,” I try to respond, but instead my words end in a moan as his cock presses my g-spot, making me delirious. He pulls back and then touches me there again, and again, his pelvis rubbing my clit at the same time.

  Oh God. One more time and I’m going to cum all over him.

  He ducks his head down, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he hits me right there again, slamming into that special spot deep inside that can only be reached by a big cock.

  “Ahhhhh,” the noise I make is animalistic, otherworldly. I’ve lost sense of myself and all that exists is orgasmic bliss coursing through my body as this man fucks me to the end of the universe.

  My pussy clamps around him hard, spasming all over his cock, until I feel his body tense and his eyes squeeze shut in a twisted expression of sheer ecstasy. With a deep growl, his cock goes off inside me, expanding and bucking and cumming.

  Our sweaty bodies lay in a tangled heap. We stroke each other tenderly, as if we’re the most precious thing in the world to each other.

  “You’re wonderful,” Tor says, gazing at me and playing with my hair.

  “I think you’re pretty wonderful too,” I tell him, rubbing his back. I take a deep breath. “Look, I want to tell you something.”

  He props himself up on an elbow. “Shoot.”

  My eyes drift downward, staring at a spot on the comforter. “I was acting standoffish toward you because your whole situation reminded me of my dad, and I thought you were going to be just like him. But I think I can see that you’re not.”

  “Your dad? What about him?”

  “He’s dead.” I say bluntly. I have a nasty habit of being overly blunt even when I’m naked next to the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Tor looks confused.

  “He started a fight with another driver for being cut off in traffic or something. Typical road rage. Only he took it too far and the guy he went after shot him.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Tor strokes my arm gently. “That’s terrible. How long ago?”

  “I was seventeen when it happened and I’ve been on my own ever since. My mom ran off when I was little. He was all I ever had. He was never violent toward me, but he sure liked to take it out on anyone else who got in his way. I think he was always angry about losing my mother.” Tears spring to my eyes, which is weird. I’m not much of a crier. I’ve learned to always be strong. But when Tor wraps me in his arms, in the most loving embrace, the dam brakes and I weep against his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, as he wipes my eyes with his thumb. “I don’t know where that came from. I’m not usually like this.”

  “It's ok,” Tor assures me. “I was on my own from a young age too. Never knew my dad and my mom was a drunk. I ran the household. I guess we have even more in common that we thought, huh?”

  I nod. “Yeah, we do.”

  “Thanks for telling me about all of that, by the way. I know it’s not easy for people like us to talk about our feelings or the past.”

  It’s like he can read my mind. I feel so connected to him. It’s almost scary.

  Suddenly I’m done being sentimental. The feelings it’s bringing up are making me uncomfortable, and I want to enjoy this night. I want to enjoy Tor. He makes me want to relax and feel sheer pleasure for once in my life.

  “That’s all the past, though. Let's just focus on tonight,” I say, kissing Tor’s neck. He helps me roll on top of him, my legs straddling his middle.

  “Sounds good, baby,” he whispers, guiding himself inside me and gripping my ass, urging me to ride him.

  All the bad feelings disappear, and all that matters now is Tor and me and the things he is making me feel when we move as one.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  TOR

  My eyes drift open and I immediately remember the sweet reality of what happened last night. This is the best I’ve felt upon waking probably in my whole life. I reach out, expecting to find Bree’s warm body, but instead my hand lands on the empty spot where she should have been.

  Somehow, I immediately know she’s gone, and isn’t just in the bathroom. I feel a pang in my chest as I get up and throw on a pair of shorts. I hope I’m wrong, and that I’ll find her in the kitchen, but I know I won’t.

 
I’m crushed. I make myself a cup of coffee and quickly get dressed. If she wants out, fine. But I at least need an explanation. She’s the only woman I’ve ever let myself be vulnerable with.

  Growing up with an absent mother didn’t exactly make me a trusting, open type of a guy. Letting her in like I did was big for me, and while I know I can handle anything- hell, that’s what I pride myself on - I know it’ll be a damn hard pill to swallow if Bree tells me to get lost.

  *****

  I find her car parked outside the salon, and I’m not sure if she’s in there, or if the car is still there from last night. I head to the door and tap on the glass. To my relief, she emerges from the back office and lets me in. It’s a start.

  “Hi, Tor.” She greets me as if nothing has happened and starts walking back to her office.

  “Why did you just disappear without even saying goodbye this morning?” I’m not here to waste time with small talk. I need to know where we stand.

  She doesn’t stop, and I follow her in. She leans back against her desk, where she has a bunch of papers out. Running from her problems and hiding behind work. I know exactly what it looks like because it’s exactly what I would do.

  Bree keeps her cool and shrugs. “I’m an early riser. I didn’t want to wake you.” She’s avoiding eye contact.

  “Hey,” I say gently, touching her on the shoulder. She stops, but still avoids my eyes. ”Tell me what's going on. Please. You can’t tell me that we didn’t share something special last night, Bree.”

  “I just need to think. This is all so new for me. I don’t know. I’m not used to this. I’m not used to being close to anyone at all.”

  “This is new for me too, and you know that. I just thought we were going to figure it out together. Was I wrong?”

  “We’re too much alike,'' she says with a sigh. “You know I’m not some damsel in distress. You’re used to running the show, and so am I. I’m just not the girl for you. You need someone...I don’t know...small and helpless. A princess that needs saving. That isn’t me. It never will be. I’m a strong woman and I always have been. I just don't see this working out."

  I can't believe what I'm hearing. "So, you don't even want to try? I think we're alike, too, and that's why I can't believe you're going to run away so easily."

  She just stares at the floor, not answering.

  I laugh. “Bree, you're the only woman strong enough to handle me. That’s what's so great about us. That's why I love you.”

  Shit. Why did I let that slip out? I didn't mean to do that.

  She stares at me and I’m sure I’ve really scared her away now. But if I know anything about her, she isn’t one to back down from fear.

  “That’s right, you heard me, Bree. I said I love you. Does that scare you?”

  “Yes,” she admits, biting her lip and staring at the floor. “It scares me a lot, actually, because I love you too.” Her voice cracks and I see that she is crying now.

  I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. “It’s ok, Bree. I’m never going to leave you alone, sweetie. I couldn’t. I want nothing in the world more than you. I’ll put my fear aside if you’ll do the same for me. I swear to you. Give me a chance. Give us a chance. This doesn't have to be hard.” I stroke her hair, holding her tight.

  She nods, burying her face in my neck. “Ok,” she whispers. “I want to try too.”

  We melt into each other, our lips finding their way together. I kick the door closed to her office and lift her up onto the edge of her desk. It’s my lucky day because the woman I want just told me she loved me, and she’s wearing a skirt. I reach underneath the fabric and find her warm center, already dripping wet for me.

  Bree’s hands go to my belt buckle and she has my dick pulled out in seconds. “Did I ever tell you how much I love a woman that knows what she wants?”

  She wraps her legs around me and bites my neck in response. She reaches between us, pushing her panties to the side and wrapping her hand around my cock, guiding me inside of her.

  As I slide in, her head falls back, eyes closed, as she lets out a sigh of pleasure.

  Neither of us last long, rocking into each other in unison until we both cum together in minutes. Bree’s orgasm brings on my own, and I pant as I empty inside of her perfect pussy.

  I hold her for a few more moments, until we both come to our senses.

  “We better get to work,“ she says sheepishly, smiling now. “It’s almost time to open up shop.”

  We adjust ourselves and I smack her ass as I follow her out of the office. I give her a quick kiss. “I’ll stop by at closing time,” I promise her.

  When I step outside, I see a 1962 pickup pulling up to the garage. Ace walks up to the owner, shaking his hand with a smile.

  I’ve got a hot woman, hot cars, and loyal friends. I feel so good I think I could lift that truck into the air myself.

  EPILOGUE

  BREE

  Six Months Later

  “I’m so excited for you, Bree. You two are going to have the cutest baby ever!”

  A regular client of mine, Angela, steps out of the salon chair and follows me to the counter to pay for her cut.

  “Thanks. I’m excited, but I’m also scared to death.” Angela swipes her card at the machine. “I’m so worried about being a good mother sometimes, since I didn’t have one to learn from, you know?”

  “Come here,” Angela insists. She meets me around the side of the counter and gives me a big hug. “Kids are simple. It’s adults that make it hard. It doesn’t have to be. And I already told you, whenever you need help or advice, you just call me.”

  Her words make me feel better. “Thank you, Angela. That means a lot to me.” I knew she meant it, too. Angela runs a daycare, and she's great with kids. She constantly tells me stories about the cute things they do at the daycare every time she comes in.

  She pulls back and gets her things ready to leave. Just then, Ace walks in. He’s sweaty and covered in dirt and oil. I can tell it must be a busy day at the garage.

  “Hey, Ace, what’s up?” I greet him.

  Angela turns to leave and runs right into him, practically bouncing off of him. She drops her keys and they both bend down to pick them up at the same time, knocking their heads together. I can’t help but laugh.

  “I’m so sorry,” Angela exclaims, rubbing her head. She glances back at me, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m the clumsy one,” Ace says, handing her the keys with a smile. Angela takes them and hightails it out of here. I can’t tell why she’s so flustered. It’s embarrassing, sure, but she was being really weird about it.

  Ace watches her leave, smiling from ear to ear. When she's out of sight, Ace acknowledges me for the first time.

  “Tor sent me over to find out what you wanted for lunch. He’s finishing up with a customer now and is about to head out.”

  Tor’s been great about keeping me fed and happy, even before I was pregnant. But now that I’m carrying our baby, he takes care of absolutely everything. I feel so lucky to have him.

  “Fried chicken sandwich with a salad, please. Thanks, Ace. You guys busy today?”

  “Always,” Ace says. He pauses like he wants to ask me something more, then stops himself. “I’ll be back with food in half an hour.”

  *****

  “Sorry I didn’t get to have lunch with you today,” Tor apologizes. We’re home for the evening and he's cooking us dinner. We’ve already moved into a place of our own, since neither of our homes were large enough to accommodate our growing family.

  “That’s ok, sweetie. Thanks for the delivery.” I kiss him on the cheek. “You and Ace are great together.”

  “Yeah, but I’m really looking forward to Draven and Beau joining the team in the next couple months. We could really use the help.”

  “When they come to help, does that mean I’ll get more of you to myself?”

  “That’s the plan.” Tor plates our food and
sets it on the dining table. “Why, do you want more of me?” He kisses me on top of my head.

  “Always.”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about tonight.” Tor pulls something out of his pocket and kneels before me, right there in the kitchen. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time. Even before the baby." He places a hand on my stomach.

  My heart nearly stops. Something shiny gleams between his fingers. It’s a ring.

  “I want to love you forever, Bree. Will you marry me?”

  Tears come to my eyes. Even after moving in together, and becoming pregnant with our child, I still wasn’t expecting this.

  “Yes. Yes times a million.” Tor slips the ring onto my finger and gathers me in his arms. He holds me tight and we stay like that for a long time. I feel a stir in my abdomen. Our baby’s first kick.

  We’re a real family now. Something neither of us has ever had before. At one time, I thought I would be on my own forever, and I was ok with that. Now, in this moment, I see what I was missing, and I wouldn't go back for anything. I know in my heart we are going to have a wonderful life together.

  END.

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