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Lanie
tried
a
steadying
breath.
She
might
not
be
very
experienced
at
this
sort
of
thing, but it seemed to be promising,
right?

“Hey,
man.”

Rex
barely
managed
to
contain
the
growl
of
frustration
when
he
was
stopped
by
a
hard slap on his back. Ronnie Lewis, ex-captain of the football team and
shithead extraordinaire.

Great.
He hoped like hell the prick
kept walking.
Lanie’s
hand felt small in his
and smooth,
soft.
He
tucked
their
clasped
hands
behind
his
thigh
out
of
sight.
He
didn’t want the questions about why he was
holding on to her, but no way was he letting
go.

“What
kind of pussy drink is that,
man?”

Rex looked down at the water he’d all but forgotten. Once
upon a time that kind
of
comment would have immediately put him on
the defensive. Hell, it would have
pissed
him off and had him ready to let his thoughts be known with his fists. No more.
In
fact, he
couldn’t
give
a
fuck
what
anyone
thought
these
days.
He
did
things
his
way
and
in
his own time and to hell with everyone else. He wasn’t much of a drinker
anyway,
but he didn’t want to be
impaired in any way. Not now. Not tonight. Not with
Lanie
in
his sights.

“
Lanie
, you and me,” Shithead said
as he pointed at her. “Later, okay? We can
catch
up on old
times.”

Not
if
he
had
anything
to
do
with
it.
Rex
gritted
his
teeth
as
he
winked
at
her
and
walked off. The guy was still arrogant, loud and thought way too much of himself.
And he’d
been
trying
to
suck
up
to
Rex
all
night.
If
that
wasn’t
irony,
he
didn’t
know
what was.
The
consolation
was
the
guy
had
gone
to
fat
but
probably
still
thought
it
was
all muscle.
And
if
he
wasn’t
mistaken?
His
wife
was
probably
boinking
all
of
his
friends.
She’d already made him an offer he couldn’t refuse fast
enough.

Before she could change her mind or over-think the offer that
did have him
reeling, Rex
pulled
Lanie
along
behind
him,
out
onto
an
outside
balcony
and
down
the
wide
steps
to
the
yard
out
back.
He
rounded
the
corner
of
the
building
and
backed
her
up
against
the
wall.
He
knew
the
spot
was
secluded,
that
no
one
could
see
them.
He’d
sat
his
ass
in
this
exact
spot
more
times
than
he
could
count.
Sometimes
to
keep
an
eye
on what was going on inside, sometimes
because he didn’t have any place else to go. It
had always been alone, until
now.

“So
how do you feel knowing you gave your cherry to that
prick?”

Christ,
he
could
have
kicked
himself
when
she
stiffened
and
drew
her
hand
from his.
Yeah,
comments
like
that
were
going
to
get
him
exactly
nowhere.
He
was
good with women, more than good. He was known for his ability
to charm the pants off
them when
he
set
his
mind
to
it—literally—so
what
was
it
about
this
woman
that
got
him twisted in knots and nervous as hell?
And likely to say dumbass things like
that?

Lanie’s
gaze swung up to his. He
could probably count on one hand the times
she’d
looked him square in the eye like that. Even in the dim light the punch he got
to his
gut almost knocked him on his
ass.

He’d
told
her
she
looked
great.
Man,
what
a
fucking
understatement.
She’d
filled out
too
and
in
all
the
right
places.
So
much
so
his
hands
itched
to
be
all
over
her.
She
still had the same long, thick, dark hair. Maybe that’s why she’d always been
so
popular at school. In a sea of
tanned blondes, her dark hair and fair skin had made
her stand
out.
It
had
always
reminded
him
of
rich
chocolate
and
he’d
always
wanted
to sink his face into
it, to see if it was as silky as it looked, to know what it smelled
like.

The
black,
frothy
dress
was
low
at
the
front
and
showed
off
the
full
curves
of
her
breasts.
To perfection.
He wanted to bend down to her
and lick up her cleavage so
bad he
could almost taste it.
And her eyes.
Yeah, he’d
dreamed of those clear, blue eyes more times than he could
count.

“I—
I never slept with
Ronnie.”

“No?”
He
wasn’t
likely
to
forget
it.
The
raw,
explicit
details
had
been
burned
onto his brain permanently.
“He told everyone you
did.”

Her
chin lifted slightly. “Then he lied. I’ve never so much as kissed
him.”

Well,
shit.
All
this
time…
But
he
should
have
known.
The
guy
had
lied
about
a
lot of things. If he’d used his brains he
could have saved himself some serious
angst.

“Did
you
bring
anyone
tonight?”
His
eyes
remained
steady
on
hers.
Of
course
he already knew the
answer,
he just wanted to
hear her say
it.

“Bring
anyone?”

“Husband, boyfriend,
lover—
toyboy
.”

She
smiled. “No, no actually I’m,
ah…”

He
held his
breath.

She
licked her lips. “I’m not with anyone, here
or—anywhere.”

Yeah.
He’d
known
that,
he
had,
but
as
much
as
people
gossip,
he’d
needed
the
words. He felt a release of tension
across his shoulders and the sharp tang
of
anticipation settle in his
gut.

He
had her.
Alone.
Finally.

He
stepped
in
closer
to
her.
Even
though
the
roaring
in
his
head
raged
at
him
to crush
her
against
the
hard
surface
of
the
wall
with
his
body,
to
imprint
himself
on
her,
he
was
careful
not
to
touch
her.
Not
yet.
Even
with
the
heels
she
was
tiny.
She
barely
reached
his
chin.
He’d
have
to
be
careful,
so
very
careful
of
her
because
he
wanted
her under him and soon. He was hard, had
been since he’d seen her walk into the hall.
That hadn’t
changed
at
least.
Things
might
have
taken
an
unexpected
turn,
an
amazing
unexpected turn, but it wouldn’t help if he came on too strong, too
fast.

She
put
her
hands
against
his
chest
and
everything
in
him
went
still
at
the
contact. His
heart
slammed
against
his
ribs
and
he
felt
as
if
he’d
had
the
wind
knocked
out
of
him.
He
cupped
her
face
with
hands
that
shook,
his
fingertips
sliding
into
the
edge
of
her
silky hair. His balls tightened in a rush when she opened her mouth a little,
his
cock a hot brand straining the
front of his pants, aching, throbbing,
wanting
.

“Rex,”
she said.
“About what I said
inside.”

He
ran a thumb across her full, bottom lip. “Did you change your
mind?”

“No.”

Oh
yeah.
She
sounded
so
sure.
Sure
was
good.
He’d
never
kissed
her
before.
Not even
close,
but
as
he
leaned
in,
it
felt
familiar,
she
felt
familiar
and
she
still
smelled incredible.

Although it just about killed him, he waited. “If you plan on
stopping me, now’s
the time,” he
managed.

She
moved her head slowly from side to side, all big, wide eyes and he was
gone.

He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. Her lips
were soft, her
mouth sweet. The
roaring in his head became an inferno that licked through his body when
she
opened
her mouth and her tongue pushed forward against his, hesitant at first and
then more
bold
when
he
groaned
his
encouragement.
He
was
rough,
he
knew
he
was,
but couldn’t
do
a
damn
thing
about
it
as
he
took
control
of
the
kiss.
He
wanted,
needed
inside
her.
He
used
his
tongue
to
tell
her,
show
her
what
he
wanted
to
do
to
her
body, in the only way he knew
how.

“Rex,”
she breathed when he lifted his head and sucked on her lower
lip.

“Yeah.
Again, just like
that.”

“What?”

“My name.”
He trailed his mouth
along her jaw, down her throat and closed
his
teeth over the cord of her neck. She shuddered and clutched at him. He closed
his
eyes against
the
agony
of
pleasure
that
ripped
through
him
as
her
taste
hit
him.
He
hissed
when
her
hips
jerked
and
she
made
contact
with
his
cock.
He
wasn’t
sure
when
he’d ever
been
as
hard.
He
scraped
his
teeth
over
her
skin
again
when
she
arched
her
neck.
“Moan my name
again.”

“God,
Rex…”

“Yeah,
that’s
it.”

He
grasped
her
hips
in
his
hands.
Jesus,
he
only
had
so
much
control.
The
small, jerking thrusts
were going to drive him insane. Or cause him to do something he
might regret
later.
Just
when
he
thought
he
could
rein
it
in,
the
silky
fabric
of
her
dress
slid freely across her skin under hands that just couldn’t stay still on
her curvy
body.

Aw
fuck.

“
Lanie
?”

“
Mmmm
?”

“Did
you forget
something?”

“Like?”

“Panties,”
he groaned. “You’re not wearing
any.”

“Oh,
um I…yeah, I hate them. You got a problem with
that?”

“Are
you
kidding?”

He
pressed
her
back
against
the
wall
and
eased
his
thigh
between
hers,
used
his grip on her hips to guide her so that
she straddled him. He swore he felt the heat of
her through
his
pants.
She
gasped
at
the
contact
and
he
put
his
mouth
against
hers
again,
delving
inside,
demanding
an
access
she
freely
gave.
Christ,
just
knowing
she
had
nothing on under the dress had him shaking like a
teenager.

She
jerked
against
his
thigh
and
whimpered
in
the
back
of
her
throat.
Hell,
it
was almost as
if—

She
threw
back
her
head
and
moaned,
her
nails
digging
into
his
upper
arms,
her thighs
clenched
tight
around
his.
He
thrust
his
thigh
higher
against
her,
changing
the
angle
and
used
his
grip
on
her
hips
to
help
her,
moving
her
back
and
forth
on
his
leg,
urging her
on.

The
sounds
she
made—helpless,
pleasure-filled
whimpers
and
he
almost
lost
it,
right
then
and
there.
Need
roared
through
him,
sharp
and
hot
as
her
breath
washed against his neck in rough
pants.

“Jesus
Christ
,
Lanie
,” he forced out when she finally
stopped moving on
him.

“Um…sorry.
I’m so
sorry.”

“Sorry?
That
was
hot
,
it
was
so
fucking
hot
but…”
As
much
as
he
knew
his
own
skills,
she’d already been primed and ready to go off like a rocket. “Been awhile,
huh?”

“You
have no idea,” she
said.

She was still struggling to catch her breath but he’d never
seen anything
more beautiful.
Satisfaction washed through him. It was dumb, he knew it was, but
he couldn’t
help
but
be
glad
she
hadn’t
been
with
anyone
else
for
a
long
time.
He
wanted
details, all of them, but right this minute there was something he wanted
more, something he needed to make
clear.

Before
he
could
even
form
a
coherent
thought,
she
skimmed
her
hand
down
his
stomach to his belt and he flinched, he couldn’t help it. He took a deep
breath.

“We
should, ah, probably catch you up,” she
whispered.

He
clenched
his
jaw
against
the
visual
that
slammed
into
his
head.
How
often
had
he
pictured
her
down
on
her
knees
in
front
of
him,
his
hands
buried
in
her
silky
hair,
her soft, cool hands wrapped around him, his cock in her mouth? She’d always
worked his balls too.
Yeah,
definitely that.
He’d lost count of the times, the variations on
the theme.
Now
that
it
could
actually
be
more
than
a
wet
dream,
all
he
wanted
to
do
was
get
her
under
him,
naked,
whimpering
his
name
while
he
tried
to
give
her
the
most pleasure he was able
to.