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  When I’d first heard of her engagement, I got pissing drunk. I’ve been avoiding her father and her ever since, and hoping like fuck not to ever run into her again, which was wishful thinking on my part. For someone like me, who usually went after what he wanted damn the consequences, it has been a constant battle of wills.

  The news that she was going to belong to another man had really pulled the scab off an old wound. It had made me take stock and I’d come pretty close a couple times to going after her and letting the chips fall where they might. It had cut me to the quick, just the thought that she was in love with this boy. But then common sense kicked in.

  I was close enough with her daddy to know that the whole thing had come as a surprise to even him and his wife, but as usual, they’d gone along with it because it’s what their little princess wanted. That had started me thinking, but I couldn’t figure out why now, why him? That part was easy I guess, they were always close, but more like brother and sister close than lovers. It’s funny, all this time it never bothered me one bit who she dated or who she ran around town with. Maybe that’s because she didn’t do much of either. But hearing that she was getting hitched had almost sent me over the edge.

  I’ve been so careful over the years never to tip my hand, never to let anyone know what was in me for her. Now I’m faced with new questions. The battle raged on inside me as I paced my floors deep in thought. My heart and my mind said one thing, but my conscience was screaming another.

  How was I supposed to leave her alone after this though, after getting just that one taste of what she had to offer? Who was I saving her for anyway? Was I really willing to go through more nights of torture imagining her with someone else’s hands on her? My hands balled into fists at the thought. I’d fucking kill her and anyone that tried. Yeah that makes sense Grant.

  It wasn’t long before my mind took a turn. As I sat there into the dark night I played it over and over again in my mind. I tried to imagine her going up in flames like that for another man and wanted to commit murder at the thought.

  I felt my resolve slipping as the clock ticked away in the background. When I found myself fighting the urge to go take her from her family’s house, I knew I was in deep shit. As hard as I fought it, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I didn’t even break a sweat over it, didn’t struggle with the realization. Just resolved myself to what was.

  I finally accepted that I’d fucked up but good because I know me, and I know that little girl didn’t stand a chance. That one little taste had sealed her fate. I was going to give her a few days to get over whatever she needed to with this wedding thing, and then I was taking what was rightfully mine, what I’d laid claim to tonight.

  Chapter 6

  GRANT

  She’s been avoiding me. I wasn’t too sure until the third time that she was conveniently missing or busy when I showed up at her doorstep. If she thought that shit was gonna work she was crazy. I didn’t want to tip my hand to her father, not before we’d ironed some shit out, but how could I do that if she kept hiding from me? And why the fuck was she? The last night I missed her, I made up my mind that if she didn’t stop her shit I was going to climb through her bedroom window and be done with the fuckery.

  Her daddy and momma were under the impression that she was hiding out to lick her wounds over the broken engagement, my ass. If that was true I was going to deal with her little ass.

  As fate was wont to be, the very next day I ran into my hellcat in town. It was instantaneous, the feelings that overcame me as I watched her from across the street. I found myself smiling like a jackass for no damn reason at the sight of her. Last night I had put together a plan in my head after she’d ran from me again, but there was a lot that needed to be settled between us first. I admit that taking her to my bed wasn’t the smartest move, not with so much going on around us, but I wouldn’t take it back for the world.

  I had one drawback in all this mess, one thing that brought me up short. Can she really handle all the things I want to do with her and to her? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself since I made the decision to claim her, one that I had no answers to, and won’t until I made my move. This going around and around in my head was driving me crazy though, and it was time to stop. There was no way I was ever going to let anyone else put hands on her, so there was really nothing for it.

  I had been so lost in thought that I missed the interaction going on across the street. “Son of a bitch.” I was moving towards her before I could stop myself. The asshole that was in her face all smiles was two seconds away from death. I didn’t even bother announcing myself to either of them, just grabbed her arm and pulled her away. I didn’t even notice who was out and about when I pulled my little caveman act, and couldn’t care less.

  “Hey.” There’s that sweet disposition I know and love.

  “Morning sunshine, miss me?” I pulled her along to my truck never even giving a second thought to her car. “Would you mind not dragging me around like a sack of potatoes?” She tried digging her nails into my hand to get me to let go.

  “I would if I thought your ass would follow where I lead but since I know there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening, we’d do it my way.” I had no idea where the fuck I was dragging her off to, I just know that the sight of her had my dick on the move, and now that I had her scent in my nose the shit was even worse.

  I stopped dead in my tracks and looked down at her. That scent, damn, she was in heat. I grinned at her as she looked up at me suspiciously. “What the hell are you grinning at Grant Colfax? You been out in the sun too long?” she as so cute I couldn’t help stealing quick peck of her lips. I all but threw the poor girl into my truck before heading around to my side.

  She was still watching me suspiciously but I noticed she wasn’t trying to get away. I took her hand in mine as I started up the engine just to make sure of it. “And where pray tell are you taking me? You know I was in town to take care of something.”

  “It’ll keep, this can’t.” I drove like a bat out of hell for my place, knowing that I wasn’t going to make it all the way. Just as long as we got on my land it would be fine. I pulled onto the grass under a big oak tree just past the entrance to my spread. No one was around this time of day, the hands were clear on the other side of the property.

  She opened her mouth to say some shit that I was sure I didn’t want to hear, not now, but I pulled her over the console onto my lap and covered her mouth with mine. Fuck, that taste ran through me, the memory of it searing me. I felt like I could breathe for the first time since that night, even though I could hardly draw a breath with my tongue halfway down her throat.

  She melted into me just like that, like the mere touch of my hand was enough to stop everything else. I wrestled with the tab of her jeans and was pleasantly surprised when her hands joined mine. She mewled in heat, her body seeming to go from zero to sixty in a flash. I fought her jeans halfway off before lifting her to take them all the way off her legs, and then she was back straddling my lap with her soft pussy riding my thick bulge.

  The noises she made had me ravenous for her as we both fought to open my zip and release my cock, which was only too happy to come out and play. I barely got the head out before I was pulling her down onto my eleven inches of iron hard cock meat. She fucking bit me as I pushed my jeans farther down my thighs so I could get my whole dick out.

  “Those fucking noises are gonna get you in a world of trouble.” It was true, her moans were a cross between a mewl and a growl, sexy as fuck. My hands were rough in her hair as I pulled her head back to get at her throat. I wanted my mark on her, it was suddenly very important to me to put my seal of ownership on her.

  I bit down on her flesh as I surged up with my dick hard. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, which I covered with my hand. The ruck rocked beneath the force of my thrusts up into her body. I was making up for the few days she’d deprived me of this. I tore her blouse in my haste to get to her tits. When they sprung into view my mouth actually watered before I got my teeth on her plump mounds.

  Her pussy was just as I remembered, hot, tight and wet. She rode my dick like she’d been doing it for a lifetime, and without the barrier and pain of her maidenhead I was free to fuck her the way I wanted. She was wild in her need to be fucked, and I knew from the noises that came out of her that she needed more.

  I pushed the door open blindly and eased out of the truck with her on my dick. Moving around the front I finished kicking off my jeans before leaning her back against the hood that was still a little warm. I gave her a few strong, deep strokes before pulling out. “Nooooo…” Her sullen cry made me grin as I knelt at her feet and spread her open.

  When my tongue slid into her, her complaint became a sigh. I grabbed onto her ass and ate her pussy like a dying man. That taste, it’s been haunting me for three fucking days. “Ummmm.” I bit her clit, fingered her ass and slipped three fingers inside her seeping gash, she went off and I moved my tongue in place just in time to catch some of that nectar.

  Before her legs could stop shaking I stood up and turned her around. Kicking her legs open, I lined up my dick with her pink, puffy pussy and slid home from behind. “Oh yeah naughty girl push that pussy back on my dick.” She was a natural, the way she got up on her toes and tried to swallow all of my dick.

  “Now you know you can’t handle all of me like this.” I gave her a little taste to show her what I was talking about, going deep into her belly. I had to pull her head back and swallow her cries with my mouth as her pussy went into overdrive.

  I pulled back from going too deep and reminded myself that she was still new at this, though she wasn’t acting like it. Her ass looked like two buns surrounding a sausage as my dick went in and out of her, her pussy lips were pulled out of proportion with my outward thrusts and disappeared when I slammed back in. She was damn near climbing the truck by the time I was ready to offload in her. I’d already lost count of how many times she’d clenched around my cock and came, but I wanted her to go over with me.

  I reached around for her clit and pressed down hard as I surged up into her. She bucked, I shot, and that’s all she wrote. “Stay away from Tom.” I growled those words in her ear as I slipped out of her body. She got huffy of course but what’s new? “I’m sorry, but I’ll thank you not to drag me off for any more of your caveman displays. I know you’re accustomed to dealing with less refined women, but I assure you…”

  “Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy that shit.” I looked down at my cock that I had yet to put away because it felt so fucking good in the breeze. It was coated with her juices and there was no denying the fact, not to mention I think I could still hear the echoes of her last scream reverberating. That nose of hers went back up into the air but I noticed her nipples were still hard and she couldn’t keep her eyes off my dick until I finally put him away.

  I was still hard so I changed my mind about taking her back into town to get her car and to do whatever the fuck it was that I’d gone there for in the first place. Instead I headed for the house and a nice soft bed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Well now sweetheart, the way I see it, we’re nowhere near done. And since I can’t fuck you on Main Street and I’m sure you won’t check into the Peabody for an afternoon of wild uninhibited sex, this is the next best thing. And before you open your mouth to blast me, I smelt you back there, that’s what got you into trouble in the first place, so can the act.

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  I’m sorry to say I was not a gentleman. All my good intentions, all the things I’d told myself I had to take care of before I laid a hand on her again went out the window. I fucked her on every available surface in the house starting at the vestibule off the front door. I had more aches and pains than if I’d spent the day riding in the saddle or pitching fence, but it was worth it. She wasn’t doing too much better herself as she laid sprawled next to me in a rumpled heap.

  Sitting with my back against the headboard I looked down at her body as I stroked my poor abused dick. I think he’d brought her off at least a dozen times so he’d earned his rest, but he refused to go all the way down. It was her I was sure. I’d never been able to fuck anyone this long without losing interest before, with her I didn’t seem to have an off switch.

  When he was as hard as he was going to get after six hours of hard fucking, I rolled over on top of her and moved the sheet away. “One last time.” It was easy to slip into her soft moist heat. With my face buried in her neck I fucked her nice and slow until we both came.

  I didn’t take her back to her car until hours later and then I followed her home, missing her already before I’d even cleared her driveway.

  Chapter 7

  CAMI

  How’s a body supposed to think with all that’s been going on? Ever since my little meltdown over a week ago, daddy and momma has been on my tail every second. It was getting so the only peace I got was at bedtime, which probably wasn’t a bad thing since it gave me less time to think.

  You’d think my mind would be full of my failed engagement but no; instead it was overrun with Grant and the things we’d done to each other. If I could take my lips off and throw them out with the bath water I would. They plague me, all hours of the day the ghost of his lips on mine make me twitchy and out of sorts, and we’re not going to talk about the soreness that was only just beginning to fade from between my thighs.

  I’ve been out of sorts for the past few days not knowing what to do with myself. On the one hand I was more in love with him now if that were possible, and on the other, the jackass hadn’t even been by to see me for crap sake. I was in turns pining after him and feeling sorry for myself, or going around the house on a tear. It was getting so bad that even my maid Cornelia, who was the epitome of decorum, had finally had enough of me and told me to stop being a bitch.

  I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s as if there’s a fever raging inside of me and I have a sneaky feeling that the only one who can put it out is Grant Colfax. And since he’d rejected me so callously by not even sending me flowers after mauling me on his front lawn, it would be a cold day in hell before I ever put myself at his mercy again.

  I was dreading the next time we ran into each other, and there will be a next time, how can there not be? The man lives next door and is one of daddy’s nearest and dearest. I’ve given some thought to running away for the summer, but I didn’t want people thinking I was off licking my wounds somewhere, so later for that.

  Still, I had to come up with something. It was only a matter of time before someone figured out that I wasn’t hiding out and pining for love of that asshat Joel, and then what? I should’ve known better than to fall into the arms of that snake, I knew only too well his reputation with the opposite sex. I don’t know what possessed me to think that I would be any different. I ought to get my gun and go hunt him down, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, the pig.

  “How’re you feeling this morning dear?” I smelt mama’s Chanel number five before her tiny form came waltzing into my sitting room where I was picking over my breakfast tray. Lately all I’ve been able to keep down is a cup of hot cocoa in the mornings and maybe a handful of nuts at lunch. Anything else gets stuck in my gullet and makes me want to puke. Something else Grant has robbed me of, my appetite.

  “I told you I’m fine mama, stop fussing. I wish you and daddy would take that trip.” What was the world coming to when a girl like me was contemplating sending her mama and daddy on her wedding trip? It was sad to be sure.

  I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of that weasel Joel, he’s been calling and calling, but I have no interest in anything he has to say. Last I heard they’d had to pin the harlot’s elbow back together. Daddy said something about her making waves and threatening a lawsuit but he’d put out that fire, at least I think that’s what he’d said. My mind has been so preoccupied with you know who, that I haven’t been able to hold a decent thought in days.

  “Your grandpa’s downstairs chomping at the bit. You need to go down there and let him see that you’re okay before he lights the town on fire.” Poor grandpa, he tends to take any affront to me personally on account of I’m the apple of his eye. It’s a miracle that I’d been able to hold him off this long, but mama had been able to convince him the last few days that I needed my rest. I guess he figured a week was long enough. Had it really been that long?

  “I guess I’d better get myself together.” I looked down at the robe that I’d been practically living in for the last little while. It was hard enough getting myself together enough to take a shower farther more getting dressed. I didn’t want to see anyone or do anything except wallow in my own self-pity.

  I felt just a little bit guilty that I hadn’t even given my intended a second thought since that night. I was thinking more and more that he and the librarian had saved me from a monumental mistake. I see now that it was foolish to think that marrying someone else would make a difference in the way I felt about that snake Grant. At least I hadn’t heard anything more about his marrying Marcy, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t still true.

  Is that why he’d rejected me? It hurt my heart to think so. To think that I’d lost to her, but more that I’d lost him. Don’t be stupid Cami; you never had him in the first place, just because you let him screw your brains out. On that depressing note, I dragged my dying carcass up from the lounger and headed for the en suite. “Tell the old codger I’ll be down in a few.” It was time to wash Grant Colfax out of my hair, or at least give it the old college try.

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  “Is the girl doing okay Brady?”

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