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  Biting her lip as I pull back from her, she nods as best she can, wincing a little with pain, but her eyes are filled with her desire.

  I’m not imagining it, I know she wants me, and I know I will have her.

  “I want you here,” she whimpers, and I watch her trembling hand slide mine under her skirt. Straight onto her swollen mound again, she jerks slightly at my touch, then purrs as I start to massage her clit through her underwear.

  “I’m going to be here soon…” I promise her. “I want you Bree, need you to know that you’re mine now, understand?”

  She nods as best she can. Her hips start to buck forward, grinding herself onto my fingers, which I feel instantly moisten. Pulling her panties to one side, I slip a finger inside her and she grips my forearm, gasping as her eyes widen, staring straight ahead behind me.

  “Well! I see you found your way down there then…”

  I feel my blood run cold as I hear the door behind me opening and then closing. It’s Mark.

  The crack of thunder is in time with the first thrashing sounds of sheets of rain on the iron roof. I move my hands slowly back to myself, Bree casually pushing her skirt down.

  I cock my head, playing the too cool, totally casual card.

  “Oh, hi Mark. Got off the lake just in time? I’m just checking on our number one patient here.”

  I can hear Mark moving around me, going around behind the couch to the kitchen, he only glances down, smiling one of his short, professional smiles too. Like the one I just gave our mysterious bimbo hiker a while back. I think I’m far enough back, but my own state of arousal, plus the definite sense of both our arousals in the air, I think even a dead man could sense that somethings up between Bree and me right now.

  Mark leans down, pecking Bree on the top of her head, making her wince. And I can’t tell if it’s for show or if she’s really hurting. I want to stand up, but that would give everything away.

  “How are you sweetheart?” dad asks, tossing his canvas fly bag onto the kitchen table, making his way into the kitchen

  I hear the pop of the vintage fridge door, then the fizz of the top off his root beer.

  His face pokes through the partition between the kitchen and dining area, his brows raised in question.

  “Who died?” He calls out. “I thought we were all on holiday. Kit, want a beer? Bree, how’s your neck?” he calls out, busying himself in the kitchen, making all the sounds that someone who doesn’t suspect a thing would. Making me feel like a first class heel for even thinking about lying to him, about robbing him of the truth about how I feel about his only daughter, barely half my own age.

  Stop it!

  Then just fucking tell him, like you said, remember?

  No more games…

  “I’m fine, dad,” Bree chirps.

  “Actually, Mark…” I hear myself saying, standing up finally and moving myself to rest against one of the tall-backed dining chairs.

  “There’s something I would like to tell you…”

  Bree gasps, and trying to keep her neck straight, she turns her body, her eyes pleading with me, her mind in turmoil. The word ‘no’ playing on her sweet lips. The one’s I just kissed and sometime soon, hope to have stretched wide as she wraps them around my cock, right before I fill her with a lake full of my own seed.

  “Oh? What’s that then?” Mark says, coming around from the kitchen, cricking his neck before taking a long pull from his root beer. His eyes register his daughter, he smiles briefly at Bree again then they dart back to me. Focused. Intense and narrowed.

  He’s brought me a real beer, which I watch him put down on the table in front of me, not too close, I know I’ll have to expose myself if I want to reach for it.

  “Sheriff called,” I say cheerfully. “Wants you to call him back, nothing urgent, but he said he’s leaving the station at five… any minute now…”

  “Okay, sure. I’ll give him a call,” Mark says casually, suddenly making me feel totally paranoid above anything else.

  “I was thinking about nachos for dinner… no fish in a storm.” he says absently, turning to go back into the kitchen and I can hear the pantry door, then the rustle of food packets as he sets about cooking up a storm of his own.

  The one inside my pants, that’s a different story.

  “Need a hand? I ask, shrugging hopelessly as I look over to Bree, who’s trying not to giggle now, noticing my predicament, with extra emphasis on the ‘dick’ in predicament.

  “I got it.” Mark chimes, and after a moment I hear him dialing out from the kitchen phone, calling up the sheriff.

  I can relax, I have time. Everything’s alright.

  I snatch up my beer, and down half of it in one go, making my way straight to the chair opposite Bree. I do my best to look like a man on holiday, casually enjoying a quiet beer, watching the storm roll in over the lake.

  But my eyes are locked on Bree, who teases me, making me shake my head but then smile with satisfaction as she opens her legs for me, giving me a front row seat for the meal she’s keeping warm for me down there.

  The look in her eyes is pure mischief, and I can tell it’s giving her as much of a thrill as I’m getting, seeing her spread wide open like this, just for me.

  It’s safer than having me between her legs, but does nothing for my aching hard on, which pulses in time with the rushing of blood in my ears, echoed by the pumping of the jungle drum in my chest.

  Bree gets herself off the couch, saunters over to me, and tracing her fingertip around the rim of my bottle as it rests, sticking straight up between my legs, she bites her lip again, her whole body trembling.

  “Wanna another one…? I can pull the top off it for you,” she coos, and I stifle a groan as I watch her saunter back out to the kitchen, fetching me another beer.

  I watch as she lets her dad touch her hair, stroke her face as she squeezes him from behind while he’s on the phone.

  I growl in disapproval, but only cope knowing she’s coming straight back to me.

  For me.

  Always for me from now on, I’ll make sure of it.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Bree

  I have a sore neck, sure, but I just know I could manage going down on him. What would that even feel like?

  The thought of his length standing straight up, thick and tall, and as hard as that glass bottle… It’s almost enough to make my legs not work at all.

  The only thing I feel like doing is getting off my damned legs and onto Kit’s cock.

  My god! Listen to yourself.

  I’ve never even thought anything like this, about anyone. Ever. The very thought of him, not to mention the sight of him here, in the living room at full attention. It’s certainly changed me into a sex-crazed lunatic in the space of an afternoon.

  And to think I almost didn’t come this weekend… I had… well. I had nothing else to do.

  Read most likely, maybe see a movie on my own and get a pizza. Big life I got going back there.

  His eyes are eating me up, I can feel it. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m flashing him, right there from my spot, fighting hard not to moan out loud. I can hear dad on the phone, but the whole room’s doing that thing, where everything gets misty around the edges and it’s just me and Kit, just like when he kissed me.

  Nothing else exists, except us.

  Kit drains his beer, raising his brows in invitation. I can see he’s indisposed, so I offer to get him another beer.

  I know he’s not a big drinker, neither is my dad. But the thought of finding at least one thing I can do to please him, to get closer to him, even just for a few seconds more is too much to resist.

  Passing dad on the way back out of the kitchen, he strokes my hair as I hug him from behind. I can hear the Sheriff on the other end, like Kit and my dad, they’re just shooting the breeze, talking trout and tackle.

  Suits me, I can head back to my man. If all I have is a night of flashing him and fetching him beers tho
ugh, I’m gonna need a towel. I’m drenched already.

  I almost drop the beer, jumping out of my skin as a huge crack of thunder shakes the whole house, and the lights flicker for a second but stay on.

  I can hear dad saying something louder, trying to speak over the thunder, and Kit gets so bold as to slide his hand up the inside of my thigh for a second, catching a bead of my wetness that runs down to meet his fingers before he presses it to his lips.

  I take his empty bottle and watch as he draws on the second, using his tongue to flick inside the bottle as he drinks.

  Have to sit down, I can feel my whole body shaking. I think this is what coming feels like… it’s happening right now and I’m standing in the living room.

  “Kit…Kit!”

  My dad pokes his head around from the kitchen, his face is all business, something is wrong I can tell. I feel a jolt of adrenalin in my chest, certain dad knows about us, about everything.

  Dad’s looking past me though, his eyes fixed on Kit. It interrupts me long enough to get to my seat again and I vow not to move for some time, and try not to look at Kit directly.

  “Sheriff Chambers, Kit. He’s got a multiple MVA about twenty miles from here… just came through on his radio while we were talking. I’ll get ready, he’ll come through on the CB with the details.”

  I can see Kit getting up, ready as always for action when duty calls.

  “Where are you going?” my dad asks him, glancing at his beer, then looking puzzled as he notes the man’s crotch.

  “Uh… It’s my job?” Kit reminds him, but dad’s frowning.

  “Nope. Kit. Nuh uh. You’ve just had two beers and I need someone to watch Bree.”

  I hear myself starting to whine, then almost squeal with excitement as I realize this is my big chance.

  It’s happening! It’s actually happening!

  I feel for those people in the accident, I really do, but dad’s the best. He’ll save everyone he always does.

  Kit’s a mouthful of protests. He really wants to go, but we all know dad’s word as his commanding officer is also final.

  “You’ll stay here, Kit. That’s an order, okay buddy? I got this, really. Just…just make nachos and watch the storm, keep Bree safe from the bogeyman,” he says. Lightening the mood as he leaves the room, Kit follows but I can tell he’s thinking exactly the same things I am.

  As soon as that truck’s gone so are my panties.

  Ah sweet Jesus, it’s finally happening.

  I’m shaking with delight, and I can hear him taking final instructions from my dad, to phone ahead to the hospitals in the area, telling them to be ready for anything. It’s a bad crash by the sound of it, but like dad says, it’s Kit’s night off.

  That’s an order!

  Forgetting my neck, I cry out in pain, hopping from one lamp to the next, turning on some low light, which is shattered in between bursts of sheet lightning high up on the hilltops. The lake lights up like a silver dollar, its smoothness rippled with dark foil lines tipped with white water, tossed up by the wind as it starts to howl down through the pines, driving rain sideways with it.

  I’ve never felt so in the mood for a storm, knowing the strong arms, and the thick, hard man waiting to shield me from it.

  There’ll be a bigger storm to weather, for sure. If dad finds out, but right now, I’m running on primal lust, and loving it.

  If dad finds out? When he finds out…

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Kit

  It’s just reflex. When I hear about the MVA, I spring into action. I can’t even watch some shows, movies… read books especially. How they get everything wrong, and wind me up at the same time. Real life’s always more exciting and always for the wrong reasons.

  Mark’s getting changed into his gear. We keep a locker by the hall, in a separate closet. It has a small amount of gear, but mainly uniforms and the like, for nights like this when we, when Mark gets it in his head to go working when he should be relaxing.

  Tonight, I don’t mind one bit. And, for the first time in my life I’m glad I had a beer, which I usually don’t do.

  “I’ll only be coordinating things for the county sheriff’s department,” he says, matter of fact as he hitches up his overalls, gets a couple of trauma bags ready, giving them the once over, even though I know everything in there is good to go, 24/7.

  “I can update you Kit, but there’s really no need…” he trails off, suddenly remembering something he wants to bring from his room, I hang by the front door, feeling more like a spectator than a trained medic myself.

  A couple of beers and I’m not fit for duty, I know that, plus. It’s like Mark says, he’s only going to coordinate. County ambulances will be in attendance.

  Ordinarily, I’d be sore at not going, but the thought of Bree in the next room, eager and waiting for me.

  It’s like one of those miracles I was hoping for, but only to be alone with her, god. I wouldn’t wish a car crash on anyone. I hope everyone’s going to be alright.

  Mark gives me a stern look as he grabs his bags, “You still here?” he jokes, “Kit. Go have another beer, watch the storm with Bree, get an early night. I’ll be back when I get back, maybe even tomorrow, we’ll see what happens.”

  I offer to walk him to his truck, but I don’t want to appear too desperate to see him go, he calls out to Bree, who does a great job of answering back, not sounding very interested.

  “And Kit? Look after my baby girl, alright?” he says finally, I can sense his trust again, his comradeship. I feel terrible for the thoughts that flash before my mind’s eye as he even says her name.

  Oh, I’ll look after her alright, several times tonight at least, I hope…

  Once the door closes, I’ve practically got my hand on my zipper, my length so hard it hurts straining against the tight denim but tell myself to take a few deep breaths.

  I’ve got to slow down, this is getting to be-

  But Mark’s truck, I can hear it peeling off up the gravel, out onto the dirt driveway.

  I groan out loud, I know it’s hopeless. Like I’ve been possessed by the devil himself, I rush back to the lounge, practically colliding with Bree, who’s already undoing her blouse, her breasts spilling free and I groan aloud, groping towards them greedily.

  Growling with delight as I pull her towards me, taking one of her breasts in my mouth, making a smacking sound with it that makes her moan my name.

  Her neck brace is gone, and so are her panties, my hands run up her creamy thighs, silky soft and straight to her special place, which is drenched, ready for me.

  I can smell her sweetness, her stiff arousal showing in her chest as well as her mound, as I easily free her thickened clit from its hood, thumbing it gently as our mouths connect, tongues dancing again.

  Her humming moans go right through me, down to my dick, which we’re both fighting to free as we kiss, a tangled mess of arms, hair and hands.

  I love it. I love her, I know I do.

  I’m going to claim her tonight if it’s the last thing I ever do.

  Lifting her up, I feel her legs wrap around my waist, I want an extra set of hands now, to touch every part of her I crave, to reach all of her that I want in one go.

  Holding her up easily with one hand supporting her, the other freeing my aching rod, I groan with relief as the air finally hits me. I’m heading back for the lounge, but Bree lets me know she wants it in her room.

  I toss her onto her bed, taking my jeans off in record time as I watch her spreading herself wide on her bed for me, hitching her skirt up, bunching it with her fingers as she writhes on her sheets, almost whimpering, begging me to take her.

  “Here…” is all she can manage, using both her hands to spread her pussy wide open for me, I go straight to it with my mouth, her whole body stiffening as my mouth covers her entirely.

  Using both hands, I finally get to squeeze her magnificent ass, pulling her whole sweetness right into my face. I claw her behind wi
th my fingers, spreading her cheeks then pressing them back together, lashing her in time with my tongue on her swollen nub, which feels like a berry about to burst in my mouth.

  My whole face is a river in no time, her sweet nectar running freely, so hard I can hardly catch it all in my mouth. I want to stop to kiss her, to let her taste herself, but her commands of urgency tell me how close she is to coming on my face with that sweet hole of hers, so I keep growling into her, the deep sounds coming from me speeding up the process and in a second her back arches and she starts to shudder all over, drenching me with wave after wave of her first explosive climax on my face. I feel my shaft twitching in anticipation as I fight to control the urge to release myself.

  No… I have to save it for her, every drop is gonna go inside her sweet hole.

  It takes some time for her climax to subside, it’s drawn out by my uncontrollable urge to keep her in my mouth, sucking and kissing her sweet pink pussy. I just can’t get enough of her.

  When I finally come up for air, her smile says it all and I know I’ve done good, but the best is yet to come and my aching length is telling me that if I don’t unload soon, something’s gonna break down there.

  Kissing her, I stiffen even more when I hear her moans of pleasure as she tastes her own juices, kissing them from my stubble. My cock’s so hard, resting on the inside of her thigh, it feels like it’s about to go off all on its own.

  “What is it?” I ask her, noticing she looks suddenly uncomfortable.

  “Are you alright, do you want me to-”

  “I’m a… a virgin.” she whispers, sounding ashamed.

  But I couldn’t be happier.

  She sheds some tears, and I kiss them all away, ready to tell her how happy this makes me.

  “So you’ll be mine, my only.” I growl. “Nobody else’s baby, just mine.”

  “You don’t mind?” she asks, and I feel my heart explode in my chest.