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I leaned down and kissed Harlow with everything that I had. She moaned against my lips as my hands traveled down the length of her torso to her bare thighs.

“I want to see your beautiful body, babe,” I whispered against her lips. She sat up, letting me take her pink, silk nighty off. I felt myself becoming incredibly hard knowing that she didn't even have a pair of panties on beneath that silk.

I hovered above her, noticing that her breasts have become slightly larger. I leaned forward letting my lips caress the skin of her breasts. She was squirming beneath me, her body begging for me to touch it. I gently wrapped my hand around one of her breasts, taking the nipple into my mouth sucking gently. I heard her suck in a breath of air.

“What's wrong?” I stopped sucking, running my lips across the skin of her breast again.

“They're sore,” she groaned again.

“I'll stop,” I took her other breast in my hand.

“No, no,” she breathed. “I still like it,Vice,”

I ran my tongue over the other nipple, making sure I was extremely gentle this time. She ran her fingers through my hair as I traced my lips between her breasts and down her torso. I paid special attention between her hip bones, placing small sensual kisses where my baby will soon make it known it's impending arrival. I heard Harlow giggle, then suck in a deep breath through her teeth as my lips moved to her thighs. I placed my hands between her legs, spreading them open. A groan escaped my lips as the flicker from the flat screen glistened against her wet sex.

My dick was throbbing again. “You're so fucking wet, Harlow,” I growled against the lily on her thigh.

“Touch me, please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips beneath me.

I smiled against her heated skin, placing one last kiss. I then realized how much I enjoyed her begging me.

“Tell me what you want, Harlow Jean,” I whispered above her core, letting my breath tease her.

“Touch me,” she growled. “Please, please, please, please,” The huskiness of her voice filled with lust was the sexiest sound that I had ever heard.

“Like this?” I whispered between her legs again, letting my knuckle only very lightly run down her extremely swollen clitoris.

She gasped, “Yes,yes,yes,” she moaned.

I pressed harder with my knuckle against her, then down. Her hips moved up and down running my knuckle through her wetness and back up to her nub.

“Oh, God!” she cried. I ran my knuckle slowly back down between her folds at the same time I watched a rush of her heat pool my comforter beneath her.

In that instant I felt the great need to taste her. I ran the tip of my tongue through her folds, tasting the sweetness of her sex. My erection was throbbing, my precum creating a pool of it's own beneath me. My tongue running circles around her clitoris, I slowly pushed my finger past her entrance and into her extremely swollen core, another rush of heat surrounding my finger.

She panted, the words coming from her mouth making me throb again. “What is happening to me,” she growled.

I pumped my finger faster. “You need to cum, baby,”

Releasing more heat, she cried out, “Vice!”

Just listening to her beg and plead, had me near my own release without her even touching my dick. I had never been so turned on in my life. I was loving every fucking second of it.

I pulled my finger out, bringing my hands under her ass. I squeezed it, opening her open wider as I wrapped my lips around her sucking and rolling my tongue. I pressed my mouth harder again her sex, she cried out.

“Fuck, yes!” Her hands pulling my hair, pressing my mouth down harder. I moaned against her, and she released her gush of heat against my chin. The rolling of her hips slowed, and her grip on my hair relaxed.

“I'm not finished with you yet, babe,” I kissed her nub gently, then used my hand to wipe my chin. I settled my hips between her legs, I kissed her eagerly.

I pressed my tip against her entrance. I slid right in, and my God was she fucking tight. Tighter than I remember. I pumped slowly for only a few seconds, welcoming the feeling of her heat wrapping around me.

“Vice,” she moaned against my lips.

I sat upon my knees, raising her hips from the bed and went deeper. I felt my dick throbbing against her now constricting walls, a rush of her liquid heat coursed all around me.

“You need to cum again, don't you?” I asked her, pumping faster.

“Please,” she cried out, opening her legs wider as I raised her hips higher.

I was pumping so fast and so hard that I could feel the perspiration from my forehead running down my temples and onto my chest. I tilted her hips so I could hit her g-spot. I knew I had hit it just right when she cried out, “God, yes!”

“Cum with me, babe,” I was holding back, waiting for her.

“I'm cumming,” she groaned, her body was shaking against me. The heat I have grown to love showered me as I throbbed inside of her, my stomach muscles contracting.

I dropped her hips, buckling on top of her. I was exhausted. So was she, trying to catch her breath.

“I love you, so much,” I kissed her chest, then laying my head back down upon her.

“I love you, too, Vice.”

Chapter Ten

Harlow

I had woken up sometime after it turned dark outside, my core was aching giving me the incredible urge to touch Vice. I had no idea of the changes that are happening to my body, but Vice made sure I would love the change and embrace it. I had never felt so hot, and the electric current that flowed through my body and down to my core was intense and I couldn't get enough of his hands, or mouth on me.

I laid there for over an hour, staring at Vice while he slept. The love that I feel for him is something I never imagined to feel. Love is so much more than how we imagine it to be. I slowly reached my hand to his face, caressing his flushed cheek with my fingertips, he didn't move. I smiled lovingly at his peaceful face, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising then falling hypnotically. Staring at Vice, I eventually fell asleep only to be awakened by Skip screaming from the front door to our room.

“Vice!” the front door slammed shut, making me sit upright from a dead sleep.

“Vice!” I heard Skip's voice say again, his footsteps closer to the bedroom door, it burst open. The frightened look on Skip's pale face frightened me.

“Wake the fuck up, man!”

“Vice!” I shook his arm, he shot up out of a dead sleep.

“What's up?” he ran his hands down his face.

“It's your mom, dude. Hurry, get up!” Skip not caring that we were both naked, picked up Vice's sweats and my nighty, throwing them at us. I threw it on. “I've been trying to fucking call you, there's a fire, get the fuck up!”

“A what!?” Vice completely naked, threw the covers off of himself and hopped out of bed, throwing his sweats and white t-shirt back on completely skipping his boxer briefs. “What the fuck is going on?” he got a pair of socks from his dresser and sat back on the bed putting on his socks and shoes.

“Your mom's trailer is on fire,” he looked at me.

“Oh, God!” My heart did a flying leap into my throat. “Is she okay?”

“All I know is that we were at Nostalgia and I overheard Chase talking to one of his guys asking if it was 'done' and the guy said yes. That the trailer park burning would get the construction for the new casino up and started in a few days,” he shrugged. “Right after I heard that, I came here as fast as I could, you wouldn't answer your fucking phone,”

I hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom grabbing a pair of jean shorts and a pink t-shirt from my bag. I could hear Vice from the bathroom.

“Fucking bastard! I'm going to kill that mother fucker!”

I was crying hysterically thinking about Brenda, and what the possible outcome could be from this disaster that my own flesh and blood has caused. I quickly put my shaky legs through my shorts, and bra or not I didn't care, I threw my t-shirt on, slipped my feet into my sandals and ran out of the bathroom into the living room where Vice was pacing back and forth waiting for me to come out.

“Let's go, Vice,” I walked past him and Skip, running down the stairs, and had made it to Vice's Mercedes before they did.

“Why does he have to be constantly fucking with me?” Vice said through his teeth, taking his aggression out on the stick shift, racing to his mom's.

Within less than ten minutes we pulled into Brenda's trailer park, it was quiet and untouched. Dogs barking in the distance.

“What the fuck, Skip?” Vice turned around to the backseat, glaring at him.

“No, man...” he shook his head. “I fucking heard their conversation, I swear to God,” he raised his hands.

“Vice,” My heart calming down, I placed my hand on his arm. He looked at me with rage in his eyes. “Let's just get your mom out of there and bring her home with us? Please?”

His eyes went from pissed off, to more calm as he nodded his head. He pulled into the park farther, next to my car in front of his mom's trailer.

“I'll be right back,” he hopped out of the car and went inside.

“I know what I heard, Har,” he said, looking at the darkness around us.

“I know, Skip,” I reassured him that I did believe him.

Within five minutes, Vice came out of his moms place with a bag of her things, and Brenda looking half asleep and extremely confused.

“I'll meet you there, son,” I watched her get into my pink Capri.

“Drive safe, mom,” Vice said as he slid into his seat and we took off toward his apartment.

Twenty minutes later after arriving back at the apartment, we were all pretty much awake. It was now four in the morning.

“Do you want some coffee?” I rubbed Brenda's back. She was beside herself, sitting in her sons living room after being awoken out of a dead sleep.

“Please. Thank you, honey,” she patted my leg.

I walked into the kitchen anticipating a fresh cup of black coffee. I filled the pot with water and was pouring it into the pot when a loud boom rattled the walls, I could feel it beneath my feet.

“Vice?” I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“That was it,” Skip looked like he was hyperventilating. “That was what he was talking about,”

I set the half empty pot onto the counter and rushed to the living room to turn the television on. I flipped it to the news channel at the same time we heard sirens in the distance.

I walked back into the kitchen finishing setting up the coffee as I listened. All of us were quiet.

“Emergency personnel are responding to what apparently seems to be an explosion in East Park. Authorities are unsure just yet what caused the blast. Please stay tuned as we will release any breaking news. As of right now questions remain unanswered. Authorities recommend that anyone within five miles of the blast stay in their homes.”

Another blast rang in the distance, shaking our walls and the floor beneath my feet. The news anchor was silent for a moment before speaking again. I looked up at Vice, his sad eyes were on me. I walked around the counter and into the living room, sitting between Vice and his mom. I placed my hand on Vice's thigh, understanding what he has to be feeling at the moment. If we hadn't have gotten there when we did, his mom wouldn't be sitting here with us... ever.

“Breaking news just coming in now. Apparently there was a second blast in the East Park area. We have a crew heading to the scene and we will be live in less than five. This is Brian Parks, channel twelve news,”

“I told you guys,” Skip stood from what is normally Vice's chair and was pacing the living room. “I knew what I heard,”

“Skip, please,” I said, wrapping my arm around Brenda, bringing her closer to me. It didn't matter what we were going through, all that mattered was that Brenda was safe and with us.

“Harlow,” she cried looking up at me. “What about, Bob?” she cried harder now. I felt my heard ache for her. I knew Bob was someone she has liked for quite some time now.

“He could very well be okay,” I rubbed her shoulder, looking up at Vice with a frown.

“She's right, mom. Let's try not to jump to conclusions right now, okay?”

“I liked him, what if he's gone?” she sobbed.

“Let me go get us some coffee, okay?” I squeezed her shoulders once more as she nodded.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she cried with her head in her hands.

I stood from the couch and looked at Vice. I widened my eyes and nodded toward his mom, he needed to comfort her. He pointed to himself, I nodded. I watched over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen. Vice sat next to his mom letting his arm hover over her shoulders for a second before lightly draping it over her. She jumped a little at his touch, looking up at him for a moment.

“It's okay, Mom,” he sullenly smiled at her.

“Son,” she cried, placing her head upon his chest. “I'm so sorry,”

“It's okay,” he whispered, sitting back against the couch. He now had both arms around her, hugging her tightly.

I wiped the tears I didn't know I had cried watching him comfort his mom for the first time. This was a huge step for Vice, and I was deeply proud of him. I think Vice had heard me cry, he looked up at me and smiled. He mouthed 'thank you'. I nodded with a smile.

I poured our cups of coffee, and walked into the living room handing Brenda, Skip, and Vice their cups. I saw my phone on the counter, to my surprise, it still worked. I took my phone and my coffee with me out onto the back porch. I had a phone call to make.

“What do you want, Harlow Jean?” Chase sighed into the phone.

“You psychotic, son of a bitch!” I seethed into the phone.

“Oop! Someone saw the news,” he laughed. “Vice hasn't shown up yet so I assume that his whore of a momma isn't dead.”

“Do you realize that you have killed people tonight, Chase? That is murder!” I said lowly into the phone.

“Sis, I served them a pay or quit notice three weeks ago. None of them paid, so that was their... quit!”

“Chase, you need serious help,” he needed to be committed into a mental facility where they can stick his ass in a padded room so he can't hurt anyone else.

“Sorry to cut this short, sis, but business in 'booming', get it? Booming!” he laughed making a sick joke out of his actions.