Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (24 page)

             
"Landon....OH OH OH." She’s so sensitive she quickly begins to shake as she screams an immediate release out into the open room. I crawl back up her body and instantly plunge into her. I thrust in and out in a perfect rhythm.

             
"I'm going to love you and cherish this body for the rest of my life." I pant as I continue pushing into her. I've wanted her since the moment I saw her. "You're going to be my wife, and I'm never going anywhere you're not. Say your mine." I half growl and half groan.

             
"Yours, I will always be yours." She begins to tremble just as I do, and in the next thrust, we both fall over the edge of our love.

The End

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Different Worlds -- expected December 2013

Book 3 in the Loving Her Series -- Having Her

Hannah and Aiden's Story -- expected March 2014

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Being with Her

Prologue

Paige

             
I sit there staring at the two pink lines on the stick. This can't be happening to me.  I'm only nineteen and between taking care of Daddy since his diagnosis and waiting tables at the diner, a baby is the last thing I need. Oh God, what am I going to do? I look around the dilapidated restroom.  I can't believe this is what my life has become. I am peeing on a stick in the restroom of the diner in town.

             
Hearing the ding of the bell, signaling an order is up, I drop the stick into my bag and wash my hands, then run out of the restroom.

             
"Paige! Orders up!" Harold the cook hollers, giving me a look showing his patience is about gone. He's a big man with beefy arms and a buzzed head. He has a constant frown and I know that he doesn't want to be here anymore than me. I started working at the local diner in town to earn extra money. During these times, money has gotten tight with all of Daddy's medical bills, especially since the farm is struggling to stay afloat.

             
We live in a small town outside of Garden City, Kansas. Our town has about two thousand people in it. Finding a job was not easy and I needed something flexible to help with Daddy at home. Our farm is outside of town and since Daddy became sick and weak, I’m needed to help out with it.  It's just Daddy and me at home; we lost Momma about nine years ago in a car accident on her way home from the store. I was only ten so it was hard losing the most important person in my life. I had a hard time dealing with her loss.  At that age, a girl needs her mother but Daddy did the best he could and we became inseparable. I was Daddy's little girl. I think he was just as lost in life as I was, so we clung together.

             
At nineteen, I should be away at college but I stayed to be with Daddy for as long as we had left together. My best friend, Morgan, went away to school, so it's been pretty lonely. Without her here all I do is work and spend time with Daddy. There isn't a lot to do in a small town besides get into trouble and I was never one to be in trouble. A short time after Daddy had gotten sick, he called Bobby, his lifelong best friend, to help get all his financial things together. Bobby is an attorney and was going to write up his last will and testament. He began spending more time with Daddy around the house which was great ’cause Daddy really needed a friend. He has always been around throughout my life, but only recently did I notice that he had begun taking more interest in me.  At first I thought it was because he felt bad I had no family left after Daddy. Soon he began staying later after Daddy had gone to bed. Sometimes he would take me to dinner and other times just hang around and chat with me. I felt like I had someone out there who hurt like I did, losing Daddy so soon. We would talk about old times and how much I've grown into a young lady. He said that I was the typical blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty.  I always thought he was just being nice. I enjoyed the company and, in truth, liked some of the attention. He was divorced and had two older kids away in college, so he spent several nights a week with us. He was attractive for an older man.  He was in decent shape and had the prettiest chocolate eyes. He had light brown hair and had a closely shaven goatee.  At first I would notice him watching me do things around the house. Like one day I was standing on a stool cleaning the ceiling fans in the bedrooms and he came in and instead of holding the stool while I wiped them down he held onto my thighs. I thought it was odd but, like I said, I liked the attention.

             
One night, after Daddy had gone to bed, I was doing the dinner dishes and I felt hands on my hips. I glanced behind me as I felt Bobby come up flush against me. He pulled my hair over one shoulder and started kissing along my neck.  I knew this was wrong but it also felt good. I felt a tingling feeling stir deep in my stomach. I had never been intimate with anyone before so this was a new feeling to me.

             
He moaned into my ear. "Paige, you smell so good."

             
I had dropped the pan I was cleaning into the suds as his hands came up to caress my breasts and he began to rub his erection into my lower back. "Bobby, what are you doing?" I half moaned as he continued to rub against my nipples and press up to me. I could feel how aroused he was by the stiffness of his penis.

             
He sniffed my hair as he replied, "I've been doing a lot of thinking about you lately. You have grown up so much and turned into such a desirable woman. I can barely hold it together when we're in the same room." He moved his hand down my stomach toward my skirt, pulling it up. He started to rub against my sex. "Jesus, baby, you're so hot. And wet, I've never felt someone this soaked before. I can't get you off my mind." My mind kept thinking it's wrong for him to be seducing his best friend's daughter but my body was eager for his touch.

             
As he proceeded to nip at my earlobe, I whimpered and he took that as an invitation ’cause next thing I knew I was sitting on top of the counter and he was between my legs with my skirt pushed up around my waist. He pulled my panties down off my legs and then held them to his nose. "Paige, you smell so fucking good." He put them into the pocket of his slacks. I looked down as he proceeded to pull himself free from his pants. His penis was huge looking to me. That wasn't going to fit inside my body.  I didn't have time to tell him that I had never gone this far before as he was pushing inside of me. The first few minutes of the intrusion was so painful that I almost screamed out. He must have realized this cause he slowly began rocking into me, allowing me to adjust to him. He was whispering sweet things in my ear as he continued to kiss and lick all along my neck. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He reached down and began stroking my clit with his fingers. A short time later I started to feel this amazing and weird feeling all throughout my body. The pain had finally subsided and I started to match his movements. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his kisses moved back up to my mouth. I was panting out of breath, struggling to bring more of him into my body. Then all of a sudden, I moaned out of pure pleasure just as he jerked his hips, spilling himself into me. We stayed like that until our breathing evened out and he pulled out of my body. He stood me up in front of him and sweetly kissed my lips. "You are so good for a man like me."

             
We stood there staring at one another until I broke the silence.  "What now?"

             
He looked at me and smiled and said, "Let's go lay down."

             
He picked me up and carried me into my room. He pulled back the blanket and lay down beside me until I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke to an empty bed. My heart was upset he was not there but my mind was glad ’cause Daddy could never find out. Thinking back, Bobby never asked about having safe sex. Protection on mine or his part was something we should have talked about ’cause there is always consequences.

**

Gavin

             
My life sucks. I just turned thirty-one and my body is struggling to keep up with all the drinking and women that my buddy and I consume weekly.

             
I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I sit on the edge with my head in my hands. I run my fingers through my hair as I look back at the naked brunette laying face down. I can't fucking remember her name. As soon as I fucked her she passed out. I stand, walking into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and to take a piss. I immediately and very quietly get dressed hoping not to wake her. That's always awkward when they watch me hightail it out of there as soon as I'm done. I always go to their place, never mine. Why? Because I don't share my space. Also if they are at my place they expect breakfast the next day. Won't happen. I'd rather fuck and leave. That way there's no emotions that come with cuddling and  next-morning kisses. I hear her moan so I grab my boots and get the hell out of Dodge.

             
As soon as I get home I jump in the shower to wash her from my body. I  then fall into bed butt-ass naked and pass the fuck out. The rest of my weekend consists of grading papers and the same old grocery-store headache.

             
I've been a professor here at the community college for about a year. I wanted to get on at the university but one of the Economics professors refuses to retire. So here I am grading the papers that I have put off grading all week.

             
My phone rings and of course it's Steve, my best bud from college. "What's up?" I say, taking a break from grading.

             
"Want to go out again tonight?" I swear he will be a forever bachelor.

             
"We went out last night." I’m getting tired of the every weekend drinking binge and fuck fests.

             
"I know, but this is a new day. You go home with the brunette last night?" He knows that I did ’cause he left with her best friend.

             
"You know I did. Don't you get tired of all these fast women?" I ask.

             
"Fuck no, the fast ones aren't clingy. I can fuck and leave. You know that's what you like, too." He chuckles.

             
"I used to. My dick is tired." He starts laughing.

             
"That can't happen to you. The ladies say that dick is made of steel." He's still laughing his ass off.

             
"I'll go tonight but then I'm slowing down," I say as I shove the papers into my brief case.

             
"Fuck that. I'll see you about nine." He hangs up before I can respond.

             
I walk into the bar and nod at the waitress, silently asking her to bring my usual. "What's up?" I ask, sitting next to Steve at the table. "You call Hank tonight?" He's another good friend of ours.

             
"That fucker is pussy-whipped. His wife has him doing some stupid-ass honey do list," he says as I pick up my beer that the waitress just sat down.

             
"That's beginning to sound better than this every weekend. Don't you ever think about settling down?" I say, motioning for another beer.

             
"Hell, no. I don't want some woman telling me what to do and where to go," he grumbles. "Oh shit, don't look now but Charlotte's heading this way."

             
"Fuck, she won't give up."  I turn toward her as she sides up next to me.  She's got this tight-as-fuck dress on that barely covers her ass with heels so high  she can hardly walk. I look up and wink. "Char? Been what – a month?" I say, patting my lap. She's a fucking easy lay and doesn't have any expectations afterwards.

             
She straddles my lap and kisses up my neck. "Yeah, baby, you want come home with me?" She was in my first semester class I taught. She fucking begged me to fuck her all semester but I wouldn't touch her unless she went to another school. Then, surprise, she suddenly changed over to the university that next semester. First chance she had she tracked me down and now here we are.

             
"Sounds good to me." She grinds around on my lap seeking relief against my jeans.  I slip my hand beneath her dress, pushing her panties aside, rubbing up and down against her sex. She bites down on my neck and moans.