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WITH A SHIT-EATING GRIN, I tap the wheel with my fingers thinking about all the ways I’m gonna touch my girl tonight. Commuting back and forth to California just about every weekend’s been a bitch. But seeing my girl’s been entirely worth it.

My old man’s house never sold. So, I’ve been crashing there. But I’m not alone. Colin doesn’t say shit about it, but it must be killing the old man that I’ve made his baby girl, my baby girl.

I’m giving her a key to the place this weekend. I should’ve done it sooner. It’s not much, but she could have some independence. She’s more than earned it. Course, I won’t tell her that I’ve got the place monitored by cameras and some of my crew.

My girl’s safety is paramount, even when there’s no known threat.

It won’t be long until she’s in LA, within easy reach. I asked her to move in with me but she half-joked that she wanted a break from living with one old grizzly bear to another. She’s confided in me how much she’s hated living under the protection and suffocation of the men in her life. I’m a bit hurt but understand she needs this. I’ve been clear that once she’s my bride, I’m keeping her in bed for a week… hell, maybe a month. She better get this shit out of her system while she can.

But I won’t deny, that I still enjoy riding into town on the weekends to watch her tend bar. She’s still hot as fuck in her tiny shorts and tight tops. Even though I’ve taken her hundreds of times, she still gets me hard in an instant when I walk in.

She thinks she owes me for signing away my half of that place. But, truthfully, it’s never been mine. That bar is all her—all of her hard work, sweat, and determination. She’s more than earned the right to take credit for what that place has become.

The drive to her campus goes in a blur of memories of us in bed together. Shit, all I think about 24/7 is the way that girl fits me like a glove.

Shifting in my seat, wincing at how tight my damn jeans are, I groan arranging my dick to the side. Throwing the truck in park in the visitor lot, I get out fast to stretch my legs.

Shit, I can’t walk around with this woody waving hello. Even confined in my jeans, there’s no mistaking my raging hard-on.

I can’t go much longer like this; only seeing her three days a week, walking around horny the other four.

Leaning against the hood of my truck, I reach in the inside pocket of my jacket finding the cigarettes I've tried to quit. I’ve cut back but need a smoke to calm the fuck down. In the state of mind, I’m in; I’d rush into her class and carry her ass out.

My eyes narrow, recognizing the pretty, rich boy walking towards me. He doesn’t see me yet, but I sure as hell see him.

My boot pushes off the truck. Slowly, I saunter forward, until I’m square in his path.

I’ll give the boy credit. He doesn’t back away but holds his ground.

“What?”

I stare him down hard. “When are you leaving for the East Coast, boy?”

“Whatever, tough guy. I don’t need to take any shit from you.”

I flick my cigarette down, crushing it under the heel of my boot. “Stay the fuck away from my girl. Leave while you can. Just seeing your face makes me want to break it.”

“Jesus. I hope Shanna knows what she’s getting into with you—a violent motherfucker.”

“She’s not your concern. Get the hell outta here.”

He drops his bag. A fancy, leather bag that look more like a square purse. Jesus, I’d kill this sissy with one punch. He’s not worth it.

“They’re letting me graduate early. I just came by to get everything signed off on. I had all my credits last semester. I never told her I was staying just to be with her. I never needed to be here. My flight to New York is tomorrow.” He shuffles past me, brushing his shoulder against mine.

I underestimated him.

This boy has balls.

“Hey kid,” I call out after him, “thanks for looking after her when I couldn’t and don’t forget your purse.” The tip of my boot nudges it towards him.

He flips me the bird, and I laugh, walking down the path he just came from, towards, my light, my sweet angel. I look up whispering a word of thanks. Christ, seeing that prick at least helped me cool down. I can walk without wincing.

Damn, she’s on fire tonight. The band she hired is killin’ it. I’ve never seen this place so packed. But my girl, she put a reserved sign on my seat. I worked out after I fucked her into oblivion in a deserted classroom. Christ, we almost got caught. She wore a skirt, making it easy for me to turn her around, jerk it up and insert myself between her voluptuous ass. It was fast and furious; like two animals in the wild—we mated, leaving the smell of sex hanging in our wake.

Hand in hand we ran out the emergency exit as an old professor walked in wide-eyed as we finished. I shot her a wink and shrugged. Shanna burst into giggles and we ran for it.

Now, she’s shooting sexy grins while pouring drinks and chatting up her regulars. Her hips sway to the beat, her eyes sparkle. She’s back to being the girl I fell in love with when I first walked in. Carefree. Happy.

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