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  “You’re not staying long, right?” I asked Clay as we hurried to our vehicles.

  He shot me a bright smile. “Are you trying to get rid of me so you can thank your girlfriend?”

  “Yes,” I growled, shaking my head at him when he burst out laughing. The drive over wasn’t far, and we had already taken over all the rotting wood from her place to the school, so really, Clay shouldn’t have had anything to do yet.

  “Thanks for this but I’ve got a ton of homework,” Clay said after he accepted the food. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot for Ash to handle.”

  “Brat,” she snickered, waving him out. “Goodnight, Clay.” She spun on me after she finished and locked up. She held me off when I went to kiss her, taking my hand instead. She led me to the master bedroom, where she had set the stage for whatever she was planning. “Undress and come over here.”

  She didn’t have to tell me twice. I yanked off my clothes as fast as I could, giving her a curious look. Then I groaned as she stripped too, running her hands over her body as I stared at her.

  “I’m taking care of you tonight. You’ve got a big game tomorrow, and you’ve been stressed. Let me handle everything.”

  “Have I been that good?” I teased her as I leaned down and kissed her.

  “Yes, yes you have,” she purred. “Lie face down on the mat.”

  I nodded and went over to it, wondering if we were doing naked yoga with the candles and mood. But when I laid down, I realized it wasn’t just a normal mat.

  And then she turned it on. I moaned as the whole thing vibrated, massaging my tired muscles… And exciting my cock even more. Damn.

  And then she straddled me and started rubbing my back with oil. Fuck, I died and went to heaven. It was meant to be a naughty massage for sure, as her tits pressed against me and moved against me.

  “Whatever I did to deserve this, tell me so I can do it again and again,” I moaned as she leaned over and nibbled on my ear. “Fuck, Meave, this feels amazing.”

  “We’ll fuck next, baby,” she purred and I flinched. “Oh yeah, I’m going to take good care of my man tonight. I can’t have you pent up before your big game.” She muttered the rest of that under her breath, but I still caught it. “And fucking half-naked cheerleaders shouting your name.”

  Shit, she was jealous. Over me. That was so hot, I almost begged to skip the massage and finally get to take her. Well, finally might be demanding, as it had only been about three weeks, but given how we started and the fun we’d had, I was just dying to have her.

  “You should come tomorrow night and see that I’m not remotely interested in any of them,” I told her, hoping that helped.

  “Oh, is that so?”

  I snorted. “Meave, I wouldn’t pick them over you, even if I got all of them. I only want you.”

  “Good boy,” she praised. “Shit, you made me wet.” She moved her pussy over my ass, letting me feel it.

  The massage might have moved a little faster after that, but then she had me turn over. She looked fucking gorgeous: naked, turned on, and even slicked up from the oil. Damn, I was a very, very lucky man.

  “Do you want your woman’s pussy?” she whispered as she leaned over, rubbing herself against my cock before kissing me.

  “Yes, fuck, yes,” I moaned, moving my hands to her hair and took out the tie. “I didn’t bring condoms, though.”

  She sat up and frowned. “Did you use them with the others?” She waited until I nodded. “Good boy. We don’t need them. I’m clean and protected.” She gave me a hurt look when I flinched. I quickly sat up and held her to me. “You don’t trust me?”

  “No, I do, I do,” I promised. “I just never thought to go bareback with someone.” I cleared my throat. “Have you?”

  She brushed her lips over mine. “Once a long time ago. I thought he was… I thought he would be the only one, but he wasn’t. I’m always prepared and safe. I am, this isn’t being dismissive. Something—the idea of you not bare inside of me pisses me off. I want you bare and coming deep inside me, Ash.”

  “I want that too,” I admitted after a moment. Something deep inside of me felt the same, as if I would hate even a condom keeping me from her. “You promised to keep me after we have sex, right?”

  “Oh yeah, you’re totally fucked,” she chuckled.

  “Yeah, it’s horrible to be with you,” I drawled.

  “It is. I’m a bossy bitch.” She smiled at me as she pushed me to lay back down. “You’re relaxing. Leave it all to me, baby. I know exactly what you need and want.”

  “You do,” I moaned as she teased me some more. Then she lined up my dick and took it in her. I groaned so deeply that I swear I felt it from head to toe because she felt so good.

  “My baby’s so big, he stretches me wide,” she panted as she rocked her hips. “Oh fuck, Ash.”

  “Am I hurting you?” I worried.

  She smiled at me, moving her hands to my chest as she moved to take more of me.

  “Nope.” She popped the P as she thrust down on me hard. “Shit, perfect. This is a perfect fit. Enough to make me ache so good if I don’t prep, deep enough to give me everything, and fat enough to hit all the right spots.” She gave me a sultry grin. “My pussy was made for you.”

  “All of you was,” I corrected, pushing to sit up but she shoved me back down. “I’m really just going to lay here?”

  “Oh yeah, I’m driving.” She moaned as she rocked her hips, teasing me with how she touched her breasts and ran her fingers through her hair. Everything she was doing to me, along with the vibrations of the mat under me, was crazy overwhelming.

  I moved my hands to her thighs, squeezing her skin to help stay grounded.

  “Let go, Ash. I got you.”

  “Meave!” I bellowed as my orgasm slammed into me way too soon. I felt the walls of her pussy clutch to my cock as she moved faster, drawing out my pleasure in a dance she knew all the moves to.

  She slowed down and took a break when my climax was done, leaning over and brushing her firm, gorgeous tits against my chest. She stared at me like she was shocked it was so good too, before giving me a soft kiss.

  “You should make sure anyone who looks at me knows I’m taken,” I offered, turning my head slightly but so I still kept my gaze. Her eyes seemed to change, looking brighter, like there was light behind them instead of in the room or something.

  It was weird.

  It was sexy.

  And I forgot about it the moment she started moving again and took me up on my offer. She didn’t just give me a hickey, but took a damn bite, like she was claiming me on a primal level.

  Good.

  This time, she put her foot on the floor and bounced on me like she was riding a fucking bronco or something. I gave her a desperate look and reached for her clit. She moaned, nodding and letting me at least play.

  She came hard, yelling my name as her body strangled me. Then she leaned over and let me play with her tits this time, coming again before I did as well.

  “I want more of you and to completely drain your balls in me, but I don’t want to make you hurt for tomorrow,” she admitted as we gasped for air.

  “The mouth on you,” I growled, kissing her with all I had. I loved how naughty she was, and totally unapologetic about it. “Let me stretch out. Let me take you, Meave.”

  “You’re supposed to be relaxing,” she chuckled.

  “I’ll relax more knowing I pleased you our first time having sex,” I argued, and she flinched. I leaned down and kissed her neck gently. “This was amazing and perfect. I want to give you that too.”

  “Okay.”

  I flipped us so she was lying back on the mat, smirking when she squirmed at how good it felt. I glanced down, and my dick twitched as I saw my spunk running out of her body, I’d filled her so much. Fuck, that was hot. Really hot.

  I spread her wide and leaned over her, pumping my hips as I kissed her desperately. She told me what she wanted, and it thrilled me to g
ive her exactly what she needed, exactly how she wanted it.

  It drove me fucking crazy, my body moving just for her and her pleasure. I brought her twice before I finished again, staring at her as I gasped for air.

  “I’m buying a positions book as soon as I can,” I blurted, floored by how different each time had been, and knowing I wanted to try them all with her.

  “I have several,” she muttered, waving off the idea with a smirk. “That good, huh?”

  “Lightyears beyond what I even thought possible,” I admitted. I gently pulled out of her and moved to lie next to her, wrapping my arms around her so she was half laying on me.

  “Best first time having sex I’ve ever had,” she replied, kissing my chest. “I can’t say ever, as no matter how good, one guy doesn’t top three with toys.” She flicked my nipple with her tongue. “However, I do see the potential to change my mind on that if that guy is you.”

  “I’m a very open student,” I teased her, letting her know I wasn’t offended. A bit turned on at the idea of her with three men and toys, but I wasn’t sure how I felt at the idea of sharing her.

  She burst out laughing so I clearly hit the mark. She leaned in and nibbled on my ear. “Be good and make sure not to get hurt tomorrow, and I’ll teach you how to plow me while I’m bent over the counter Saturday.”

  I blinked at her. “Not win or play well? Just don’t get hurt?”

  “I don’t want you hurt. That’s most important.”

  No one had said that to me in so long that the next thing I knew, she was rolled back under me, and I was kissing every inch of her body, my fingers giving her another orgasm as I did everything to her perfect tits. And then another, because she told me it felt really good.

  Shit, I was in so much trouble if she didn’t really plan to keep me, like she promised.

  6

  Meave

  Since my place was zoned for commercial structures, I didn’t have to wait for permits to put up the greenhouse, and as long as I stayed under a certain height of “barn size” I was fine.

  Vague, but the gist was not to try and put up an apartment building. I got that, and the truck arrived Friday morning with what I ordered.

  Clay’s mom had promised that even if it was out of their wheelhouse, they could handle a greenhouse, since they’d done lots of strip malls. Fair enough.

  We were also going to start with the approved plans for exterior renovations and the addition before the weather got worse. It wasn’t going to be every day, as they already had jobs lined up, but they were going to fit me in as they could.

  I gave good referrals, so it made sense they would want to work with me like that, without trying to charge me out the ass and extra. I was also pretty mellow, as long as people didn’t fuck with me, so I promised I knew this wasn’t going to be a two-week interior redesign.

  Her people were thrilled for the extra work, as it gave the rare overtime approval, and everyone seemed to want that bump in pay before the holidays.

  Hey, it put them in a good mood and made them willing to make sure the job was done well, so I was happy for them.

  But all the confusion and renovations crazy started, plus what I had to handle for work, left me pretty wiped when it came time to get ready for Ash’s game.

  I shook my head at myself when I worried about what I was going to wear. I’d modeled for too many years to every think too hard about what I was going to be wearing for a shoot or to an event, and yet a high school football game stressed me out?

  Well, I’d never been to one so there was that.

  After a few minutes of debate, I went with a long-sleeved, cold-shoulder black crop top that was sexy without being over the top and showing the girls off. I matched black boots with a wide heel to that and added low-rise straight-leg tan cargo pants. I added a silver looped chain belt that matched my hoop earrings and called it done once I knew I killed it.

  I actually took a picture in the mirror and sent it to a few work people. Low-rise was coming back in style, and I liked to be ahead of the curve, not racing to catch up.

  I didn’t put on normal Friday night makeup but I did do my hair in rollers, so it was full and wild. The makeup, I kept to work-dinner level and I thought it was working for me.

  “It’s not even a date and you’re nervous,” I chastised myself, but then cut myself some slack. I’d never, not ever, thought I’d be involved with someone thirteen years younger than me, let alone have it be serious.

  But I was serious about Ash. There was just something about him that made me feel… Home. It wasn’t just how sexy he was, or the passion, but he was fun, sweet, and delicious in every way.

  And having sex with him made me fall deeper into him which for me, said a lot, as sex did not mean feelings. Sex meant good orgasms if I kept a guy around, and feelings were everything else, but he’d changed my mind on that last night.

  I’d had guys desperate to have me, dying to fuck me, and going over the top to be with me, but he was… Something different. It was real.

  And that probably made me a fucking moron to think that way about someone so young and still in high school.

  God, I was dating the hot quarterback and nervous to go to his game. The sheltered teenager in me was dying, even if it was years later and I’d never attended high school like normal kids.

  I decided against a purse, but then changed my mind when I remembered how much work I had to look over. I went with a leather tablet satchel that went across my chest and even matched my outfit. Sticking what I needed in there, I headed out.

  I was glad when I thought to make sure I had cash, as the tickets were cash only. I bought one and hit the concessions, trying not to laugh that I’d never been to a sporting event without booze before. I went with a Coke and soft pretzel before heading to the side of the home team.

  My phone rang seconds after I found a seat, reminding me I’d have to put it on vibrate as I pulled it out. I smiled when I saw it was Jamison, my longtime friend and photographer.

  “I owe you an apology, and not just because that picture you sent me was fab and I’ve got all kinds of ideas flying around in my head,” he greeted. “I tried that product and you’re right, it was shit.

  “I was a bitch, and thought you were being picky because of the problems with your move, as their last product you endorsed was great, so that big of a shift sounded cray.”

  “Apology accepted, and I thought the same,” I chuckled, glad we were good again. “And I’m glad you liked the outfit.”

  “Where were you going in it? Or did I get lucky, and the quiet out in Colorado bores you so much already that you’re playing in your mounds of clothes?”

  I snorted. “I’m never that bored.” I bit back a chuckle. “You wouldn’t ever guess my answer, even with the hint that there’s no alcohol here.”

  “You somewhere without alcohol on a Friday night? Not possible.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You make me sound like I have a problem.”

  “No, just good taste.”

  I spotted Ash on the field running drills, with “Perry” in block letters on his jersey. “I absolutely do have good taste.”

  “Okay, now I need to know. If you surprise me, I promise I won’t send you any products for the next two months without testing them first.”

  “Deal,” I chuckled, knowing he hated doing that, and he was dying for me to dish since I’d been vague about Ash. “I’m at a high school football game.”

  His dead silence let me know he was waiting for the joke there. I moved my phone and took a picture of the field and everything going on, sending it to him while we were talking.

  “Bitch, what are you doing there?” he demanded.

  “That’s a different conversation,” I teased. “One with less ears around.”

  “I knew there was a man.” He let out a shriek. “Oh no, tell me he’s not a student. Did you really rob the cradle with a high school boy? A football player at that?”

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��The quarterback,” I muttered quietly.

  “Girl, look at you. How much pot you smoke since you moved there?”

  I burst out laughing. “None but I’ve got to go. It looks like it’s starting soon.”

  “Fine, but I want deets, and soon. I sent you some shoot ideas and some names I trust that are in Denver often enough that they could drive down, or you to them on a Saturday here and there. I included links to their portfolios.”

  “I can’t believe you’re pushing me to cheat on you,” I grumbled.

  He chuckled. “Not for full shoots, just social media stuff. I wouldn’t let someone have you otherwise. I cry you’re gone, but I know why you needed to leave, and I’m got your back, baby girl.”

  I rolled my eyes, since he was the same age as me, but I did appreciate the support. However, he only thought he knew the reason as the real one was much more complicated. But I didn’t regret the deal or decision I’d made, not even if it meant leaving behind friends in NYC.

  I ate my pretzel as I connected to the school’s WiFi and went over what Jamison had sent me.

  “You’re a new face around here,” a guy said as he sat down next to me. He gave me a funny look when I quickly moved my tablet to hide what was on it. “Reading dirty books or something?”

  I gave him a look like he should think about shutting up. “I wouldn’t care if you caught me watching porn. It’s business and confidential.”

  “Oh, what business are you in?” he asked, giving me what he probably thought was a winning smile. “I would have thought a pretty girl like you was still in school.”

  I had a quip on my tongue about how disturbing it was he was hitting on me because he thought I was still in college when he was at least forty.

  But that seemed a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, since I was dating Ash. Then again, I hadn’t gone looking for that or someone younger. Still, the guy was giving me the creeps, so I hit the button to turn off my tablet and focused on my pretzel.