Page 26 of Aftershock's Fury

“I’ve never had her, Starlight. I’m not innocent, but I don’t shit where I eat. I know better than to be with club chicks. My father taught me better than that. I’m not going to say I didn’t when I was younger, though.”

I trail my fingers through his beard and up into his hair, pulling his head down to mine. “Kiss me,” I order him, and he smirks right before he takes my lips in a deep kiss.

“Should’ve fucking known you were back here making out.” Sparky chuckles from nearby. “Kodiak is looking for you.”

“Coming,” Crue says before he releases my body.

I have never been with another man, so I don’t know if I’m doing things right. But I do know that I like what Crue does to me.

Aftershock

We pull up to her brother’s house, and she giggles again. When the guys found out she’d never been drunk, they proceeded to get her tipsy. I’m not mad,but the whole way to her brother’s place, she’s been talking sexy to me, and I’m almost at my wit’s end.

I come around to her side, knowing her brother is still at the bar, giving us some time to ourselves. I let Fezzik out of the back before I open her door and unbuckle her.

“I like this fuzzy feeling. No wonder people like to drink.”

As soon as I have her in my arms, she wraps around me and starts kissing my neck. I’m a fucking saint for not pressing her against the truck and fucking her brains out.

We enter the house, and I set her down. “Go get in your pajamas, and then I’ll help you into bed.”

“Okay.” She skips down the hall.

I move to the kitchen to get her a glass of water and some acetaminophen to help with the headache she’ll have in the morning.

When she doesn’t return, I decide to check on her. I knock on her door but hear nothing. I open it a crack and find her lying on the bed, still fully clothed. I take off her boots and help settle her under the covers before leaving the water and pills on the nightstand. Fezzik is lying in the corner on his large dog bed.

“Well, I guess no goodnight kiss.” I chuckle before walking out and leaving her for the night.

The next morning, I pull up to her brother’s house, wanting to see what her plans are for the day and if she wants to go with me to look at some jobsites. I stuck around last night until Kodiak came home.

I knock on the door, and Kodiak lets me in.

“Low Low,” he hollers.

I look down the hall, waiting for her to appear. Fezzik comes out of the room first, then my girl follows. She must have gotten up during the night because she’s wearing a T-shirt I haven’t seen in years. It’s a Salty Dawg Saloon shirt from Homer that my dad got me on a trip we took before my sixteenth birthday. It’s black and threadbare from years of wear. Even as a teenager, I was a big guy, so the shirt hangs loose on her. She’s also wearing shorts, though I only catch a glimpse of them because they’re so tiny. Her hair falls around her in tangles, and she’s rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“What are you screaming about so early?”

“Fuck this shit,” I growl and walk toward her.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Harlowe?” Kodiak barks at her, but her eyes are focused on me.

“That’s my shirt,” I say.

“Fuck,” Kodiak says, and I’m on her.

“Sorry, man.” I lower my shoulder to her stomach, then lift her and toss her over it as I stalk back to her room.

“Hey, wait! What’s going on?” Harlowe questions, but she has now sealed her fate. By wearing that shirt, she made it clear she wants me too.

I drop her on the bed and watch as her tits jiggle behind the fabric. “Whose shirt are you wearing, Harlowe?” I need to know if she knows before I lose my shit.

“Um…” She glances down at the shirt, and I watch the blush spread beneath the collar.

I reach down and whip the shirt off her body. I’m mesmerized by her beautiful, round, firm breasts. Her nipples are diamond hard as she looks up at me.

“This shirt. Where did you get it, Harlowe?”

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