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“Why the fuck not?” I’m a respectable man. Used to be at least.

“B...because.”

I take a slight step back, telling myself to go easy on the primitivism.

“Not ripped enough for you am I?” I try and that makes a smile stretch her lips, her eyes flickering in amusement. “Here I thought you found me attractive.”

Her eyes flare in protest. “I do. You’re very good looking for your age.”

My age? I glare at the little chit. “I’m thirty three.”

“Oh,” she shrugs, reminding me that she’s only nineteen, “I thought you were older.”

“You also thought I was a god,” I jest and that makes her burst out into giggles, so intense she topples over and puts her palm on my chest to steady herself. Her touch rouses my dick, the bulkiness making it hard for me to keep my pants on.

I’m expecting her to remove her hand but to my secret pride she doesn’t. Instead she adds another hand, moving her palms across my chest, like she’s stroking a large teddy.

If only she knew...

“See this is what I like about you. You...you’re so hard,” she says in awe and her eyes flutter, “so big, so warm, so out of this world somehow...”

First time I’ve ever been this hard, feeling like my shaft is about to separate from me if I don’t give it what it wants.

Lifting her hand to my mouth I nuzzle her knuckles. “Can’t keep saying things like that if you don’t want to date me,” I grind out, my jaw nearly breaking in my mouth, my other hand crushing around the porch beams to not crush Raye.

She twitches and to my detriment she takes her hands away. “Right...” she shakes her head, strands of champagne flying everywhere, “I wouldn’t know. I’m bad at knowing how to act around men.”

Freezing, I cross my arms and she shivers as if she just felt my cold. “Men? Do you tell them you don’t want to date them too?”

To my fury she shakes her head. “Just you.”

Fuck!

Trying to control my temper I say, “There’s a lot of savage beasts in these woods. I could protect you from them.”

Raye smiles, not falling for it. “That’s ridiculous. There are no savages around here.”

Wrong. There is one. And he’s standing on your porch.

“Hope your feelings aren’t hurt because I’m rejecting you?” she says, looking at me with careful eyes.

They are. I’m so fucking hurt I don’t think I’ve ever been this hurt in my entire life.

“Why are you worried about my feelings if you don’t want me?” I ask, taking a step closer to her and she backs, the door preventing her from moving any more.

“Trent,” she whispers, gasping when our hips meet, our sex finding each other through our clothes, “I do want you, but...”

“But shut that little mouth,” I groan, catching her lips with mine, our tongues flickering like flames in the dark in our mouths and the taste of her wrecks me. Now, I’ll never want anything else.

I grunt in appreciation when she starts climbing me like a tree, wrapping her legs around my waist and the sweet way she’s holding me, makes me feel like I’m about to detonate.

“You’re making me feel like that again...!” Raye cries, breaking our kiss and I look at her in surprise, at her wet lips, her shiny, healthy looking cheeks.

“Like what?”

She blurts it out. “Like my heart is about to jump out of my chest, like there’s little firebolts going off in my panties...”

“What did I say about talking that way?” I grin against her lips. “Now you’re never going to get rid of me.”


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