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by Riley Rollins


  I picked her up and lifted her onto the down-filled coverlet. Her huge eyes never left mine as I climbed in beside her, hovering over her sweet, young flesh. As powerfully as I wanted her, I wanted to take my time just as much. This moment was once in a lifetime… not just for her, but for me as well. She’d remain a virgin… for now. But she would learn every inch of me.

  And I would learn every inch of her.

  24

  Maggie

  “Oh, my God…” The velvety heat of his body swept over me, enveloping me. For the very first time, I felt the heavy and powerful weight of a man’s body on mine. Not any man. Joe. My Joe.

  “God, Maggie…,” he groaned against my ear. “I want you more than my life, baby… I want to bury myself inside you…”

  I lifted my legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips, and felt his hard, granite shaft pulse against my sex. He moaned again and thrust his hips, and his cock slid hard against my slippery wet opening.

  When he started to kiss me, it felt as if the world itself had started to spin… round and round, until I was dizzy and breathless. “I love you, my darling girl…” I heard the words and knew they were his. His voice… his heart… Pulling me toward him, as though from miles away…

  “I love you. All my life… with all my soul… I love you…”

  His mouth moved against mine, drinking in my breath, my taste… my very self. He touched me as if he could see me with his fingers. He kissed me as if he could taste my soul. It felt like hours, as he took his time… leaving no trace of my skin unadored. What had been desire before had become as unstoppable as a cyclone. We were wrapped together in heat, and passion, and in love. We were inevitable.

  He turned, ferocious with need, and took my hips with his hands. “Open for me, baby,” he demanded. And I did... Spreading my thighs wide and shaking with the first hot touch of his mouth on me.

  “Delicious… fucking… girl…,” he said, deep into my aching core. The words vibrated against my flesh, and I shuddered and bucked. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth, and I’m going feel when it happens.” He pushed two fingers deep inside me and brilliant colors flashed behind my eyes. “Lay back… let me give you this…”

  “Not… without… you.” I could barely manage the words. He was relentless, pushing me higher, demanding my response. I reached out for him and took his throbbing cock in my hands. “Let me…,” I ordered breathlessly.

  He shifted us both without effort. Then I was on my back, knees up and spread wide, as he never let me go. My head fell back gently over the edge of the bed, as he stood on the floor and leaned over me.

  Legs braced and spread wide, his rampant cock swayed...hovering just above my lips. His balls were huge and heavy, but tight against his body. He never stopped using his hands and his mouth on me. But now he was offering himself.

  I took him in both hands and slipped him into my mouth. His huge cock was shockingly heavy and already slick. The white hot current shot through us both and my clit hardened on his tongue. His hips jerked with the need to drive deeper, but he held himself back, letting me rock my mouth along his length. I had control of my movements… I could take as much or as little of him as I wanted. I already knew his shape and his taste. What I needed was to know what shook him to the core… Greed and desire made me reckless as I swallowed up his every hard inch.

  My hands roamed over his back and his hard, tight buttocks. I felt him back away, ever so slightly, and knew he was afraid I couldn’t take it all. I gripped him harder and swallowed him deeper. The fuck, you’re getting away, I thought mercilessly.

  We drove each other on… pushing and demanding. I relented only when he did, knowing he was prolonging the pleasure as long as he could. I followed his lead, trusting him, both of us desperate for climax, but not wanting this feeling to ever end…

  For a fast second he took his mouth away. “I’m going to come, Maggie… I can’t… I don’t want to…”

  His breath was hot on my wet, swollen pussy. I knew he was giving me the chance to let go…

  I answered by taking his balls in my hands, guiding him deeper and squeezing my lips and cheeks tight. He dropped his chest onto my belly and pushed both his fingers and his cock into me. The moment I felt the head of his cock swell, I was lost. The taste of his orgasm made me climax like I’d never done before. Together we rocked into each other, against each other… pushing and pulling in the struggle of exquisite pleasure. We writhed together until there was no more left in us.

  Spent, we collapsed alongside each other, slick with sweat and heavy with the musk of passion. He eased his heaving chest beside me and cupped one damp breast in the curve of his palm. He kissed the swollen bud of my nipple as we both drifted off…

  lulled by exhausted fulfillment, and the thunder in the distance…

  25

  Joe

  I woke up to the memory of Maggie in my arms, and the picture of her face on my pillow. I turned without waking her, to watch her sleep in the silvery morning light.

  She stretched, sensuous as a cat, and opened her big brown eyes. “You’re here.” She smiled as the memories flooded back. “And we’re naked…”

  I kissed her long… achingly long, aroused all over again by the teasing look in her eyes and the taste of our mingled flesh on her tongue. “It’s six-thirty. We ought to get back on the road.” I plucked a pale strand of her hair out of her eyes. “Dean’s going to be out of his mind.”

  She sat up, forgetting the coverlet that slipped down and bared her beautiful breasts. “Oh God, he’ll be thinking something terrible has happened.” She got out of bed and gathered up her clothes. “Do I have time for a shower?” she asked. I stood up and collected my own clothes from the floor. Her eyes stopped at my erection, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Go on, Maggie,” I said, giving her sweet little ass a swat. “I’ll scare us up some breakfast and we can be on the road by seven.” She gave me a pouty look that dared me to change the plan. “If I join you in there, Dean will be sending a whole posse after us.”

  She grinned and turned her back on me. I headed for the kitchen with everything but breakfast on my mind. As the coffee perked, I leaned back against the tile counter and pictured Maggie’s tender body, lathered and slick with soap.

  “Where in the hell have the two of you been all night?” Dean asked without stopping. He was unloading CPR dummies for the first aid class. He and Jackie were teaching at the church today. Ryan and Henry had taken kits to distribute at the school.

  “Ryan said the two of you never made it back yesterday. What’s with that?”

  I looked over at Maggie’s face. “We got caught by a storm on the road,” I said calmly. “Hail… big stuff. I didn’t dare head back. Hail like that can be a sign that something worse is on its way.”

  Dean straightened up and looked at me, then Maggie. ‘Well, I asked you to keep her safe for me,” he said. “I guess you kept your word… Thanks.” He clapped his heavy hand sharply on my shoulder and headed back to the truck for more. “Could use a hand,” he shot out over his shoulder.

  Maggie and I shot a look between us, and I left her to welcome a handful of students who’d arrived for the class. I caught up with Dean and gathered up an armload of headless plastic torsos. His back muscles were visibly tight and the veins stood out on the sides of his neck.

  “How was the class?”

  “Great. How the fuck was my sister?” he shot back without facing me.

  “Keep your voice down…,” I began. He cut me off.

  “Goddamn it, Joe.” He finally turned to look me in the eye. His were dark, menacing. “I’ve known you for a lot of fucking years, and I know that look… Yeah, that one. The one that says you got laid last night.” He slammed the back of the truck shut.

  “It isn’t anything like you’re thinking, Dean. I swear to God, it’s not.” I ran a hand roughly through my hair and down my bristly jaw. “We need to talk.”

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p; “Fuck you and your talk. I know you’re no asshole, Joe. I’ve seen you with women in the past. You’d never intentionally hurt anyone… I know that.” He sighed hard, from the gut. “But this is little Mags we’re talking about. You’re thirty-three… she’s twenty fucking two. She isn’t like the others, Joe. You’ll hurt her.” His eyes, still dark with anger, pleaded with me. “She’s just a kid.”

  I opened my mouth to reply, but that was the moment Ron and Margie burst through the back doors to lend a hand. They were tirelessly cheerful and oblivious to what they’d just interrupted. Together, we all gathered up the last of the supplies and headed back inside.

  I spent the rest of the day snapping stills and making notes on my laptop for the TexStar spread. Dean’s words echoed in my head.

  Ron and Margie had taken one of the trucks back to the farmhouse to pick up Ryan’s forgotten laptop. And Maggie and I had shared a brief moment before I took the van and made a circle, visiting all the other locations to check on their progress. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what Dean had said. In only a single day, we’d handed out almost half of the materials we’d brought. And more than a hundred people had been given disaster prep kits that they could never have afforded to buy. This trip was already an enormous success for her, and I didn’t want a cloud hanging over it. I’d talk to Dean again… I’d make him understand. Somehow, I had to find a way to make him accept us.

  Thunderstorms, violent ones, had been building all day. Walls of dense, dark clouds formed in the distance, and a tornado watch had been announced for the entire area. It was hardly unusual this time of year, and watches were common enough. But as I drove back to the church and back to Maggie, I felt a deep unsettling in my chest and in my belly. Like the moment of stillness, when a glass falls from your hand… but hasn’t yet hit the floor.

  26

  Maggie

  “You look different,” Jackie said directly. She cocked her head and put her little feet up as I handed her a cup of coffee. We had almost half an hour before her next class started. The turnout had been amazing. People had come from miles away…

  “Different…?” I smiled without meaning to, feeling the blush creep up from my chest to my face.

  “Holy shit, Mags! It happened, didn’t it? Joe finally got the hell over it, and figured out what he wants.” She put her cup down hard, and the coffee spilled up and over the rim. “I knew that’s why he showed up for this trip.”

  “He came for the story, Jackie.” I looked up to meet her eyes. “And I think he felt like he had to. It’s that damned protective streak. He’s always felt so responsible for me… and for Dean, too, in a way.” I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “It always made me so angry. Like he was treating me like a child…”

  “You don’t look angry anymore. You look like a cat with a mouthful of cream.” She smiled when I turned crimson. “How was it, honey? By the looks of you, I think I can guess…” She took my hand. “He knew to be gentle enough… to be careful…?”

  I knew what she meant. All those years of nursing were showing in the concern on her face.

  “He didn’t knock me up, Jackie.” I took a deep breath and wiped the damp skin under my neck. I smiled like a kid with a secret.

  “He’s got plans for our first time. He wants it to be special…” I looked around at the new wave of people coming through the doors. “These aren’t exactly the ideal circumstances for a girl’s deflowering.” My smile began to fade. “And he wants to talk to Dean…”

  She smiled at his name and nodded quietly, lost for a moment in her own thoughts. “It won’t be easy for him. You two have only just mended your own relationship. And he’s only just started to get the hang of the big brother thing.”

  “Can you talk to him, Jackie? I know it’s a lot to ask, but you two seem to have a connection. He respects you… he listens to you.” It was Jackie’s turn to turn pink.

  “He’s man who knows his own mind, Maggie.” I saw the hint of a smile and her eyes seemed to wander for a second. They settled on Dean, at the far end of the room. “I can’t promise anything… but I’ll try.”

  By five o’clock, the last class was over. We’d planned to stay another day, but the event had been such an enormous success, only two small boxes of leftover handouts remained. RemedAid had been invited to come back next year, and I’d made more than a dozen valuable contacts offering both funding and services. By this time next year, we could easily be serving half a dozen or more needy communities just like this one. It was better than I ever could have wished for.

  But we would also be able to head back home a day earlier than expected, and it was that, more than anything, that had my heart beating too fast. Joe would be back anytime, along with the others, and there would only be one more night apart. Once we were home, the cottage would be all the privacy we needed. And for me, it seemed like the perfect place… Young as I’d been, it was still and would always be the place where I’d fallen in love with Joe.

  I helped to fold up the tables and clear away the last of our materials. Everyone pitched in, working in silent satisfaction after two long and demanding days. Joe hadn’t gotten back yet, and even I was amazed at how hungry I was just for a glimpse of him. It had always been like that. Even when I was little. Nothing in my life had ever felt right until he was beside me.

  There were a handful of people who hadn’t left yet… an older couple who were talking animatedly with Jackie, and a few others who were clustered by the main doors. A woman stood, holding her little daughter’s hand and laughing with Henry. He and Ryan had shown up almost twenty minutes ago.

  “Hey, guys.” I walked over, smiling at the little girl. She was skinny, and her knobby knees were pressed together.

  “Has anybody heard from Joe?” I looked up at Ryan. “Wasn’t the school gonna be his last stop? He should be here by now…”

  “We left a little before he did, Mags,” he replied. “He said something about making a stop at the corner market.” Ryan looked at his watch. “Shouldn’t be too much longer.” He smiled at me knowingly, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Ryan had always been able to read my mind. “He’ll be here.”

  It was only late afternoon, but the light that came through the stained glass windows had started to dim. I opened one of the heavy wooden doors and the hinges creaked dully. The sky was a shapeless wall of clouds, and the road was flat and empty as it disappeared into them. No truck… no Joe… I shivered and felt sweat trickle between my shoulder blades…

  “I gotta pee, Mama,” the little girl whined, as she crossed one leg over the other and stood on one foot. “Mama…”

  “I’ll take her if you like,” I offered, as the young woman let go of her hand. “There are restrooms at the far end of the hall.” The woman nodded and turned her attention back to Ryan. The little girl took my hand and skipped along beside me, hurrying.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  “I’m Maggie,” I said, smiling down at her. She was sweet with her blonde curls and big blue eyes. “What’s your name?”

  “I’m Emily,” she answered politely. “And I gotta pee.”

  I pushed the big door open for her and she rushed past. “I’ll wait for you here, Emily.” A few seconds later, I heard a gentle tinkle and a sigh.

  The next sound I heard wiped the smile off my face. It was off in the distance… like the dull roar of thunder. But instead of rumbling away, the sound only grew louder. There was the crashing sound of rain on the rooftop and the light shifted… then for a second the sound was gone and it was dead, cold silence. In that pause, I heard Emily’s tiny voice cry out in fear.

  The next thing I knew, the rain was beating down again, harder than ever, and the howling wind mixed with the groans of the wooden walls around us. I ran toward the stall where Emily shrieked.

  “Maggie!”

  I heard his voice and reached out, searching with my hands… “Joe!”

  Another howl from the sto
rm cut me off, but I felt his strong arms capture me and pull me against his chest. “Emily!” I called out. But the thunderstorm took no pity and drowned my words in its vengeance.

  “Christ, Maggie… talk to me!”

  I coughed and opened my eyes to a dark and shadowy underworld…

  “Where is this?” I asked. I felt a cup pressed to my lips and I drank. He wiped my face and my eyes with a cool, damp cloth. I blinked hard and saw Joe’s blue eyes close to mine.

  He kissed me, tenderly at first, then savagely. I could hear the rustle of bodies around us, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered… except that he was safe and next to me. No matter what happened now… nothing else mattered.

  “You’re all right?” he asked intently. I felt his hands roaming my arms and legs. “Does it hurt anywhere? Fuck, Maggie… I should have been here.”

  “You are here,” I said, holding onto his arms for support. I sat up gingerly and felt the room tilt. “I was afraid…,” I broke off in a sob. “I thought you were caught in the storm.”

  He pulled me into his arms again and kissed me until the dizziness passed and the fear along with it. He was big and strong and real in my arms. He lifted his mouth from mine and even in the pale lantern light his eyes were blue… so beautifully blue… “Emily’s still upstairs…,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.

  I sat up in a panic and looked around. Dean and Jackie… Ryan and Henry… the rest of our crew… Then I saw her. Shocked and huddled into a corner of the basement. Emily’s mother…

  “There’s a little girl, Joe… she’s still up there. She was in the bathroom. I took her in there… I was waiting for her to come out…” I saw the look on his face. And I watched his lips form a thin, grim line.

 

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