His eyes snapped to her face and he groaned roughly, “Kenzie?”
“Shut up, Diesel.” Her eyes were closed and her voice was barely a whisper. Her nostrils flared as she worked to adjust around him.
He wasn’t a small man and he was always careful with his lovers, even when they wanted it rough. He had zero experience with virgins but he knew it was important to be careful, to be gentle.
Shame washed over him and said gently, “You should’ve told me. I hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, MacKenzie.”
Her eyes opened and met his. “If I’d told you, we wouldn’t be here right now and you damn well know it. LeBlancs don’t deflower virgins, as two of my sisters can attest. No one ever thinks we Rhodes girls are, you know. They figure we give it up fairly early to the first person to ask. I raised them and myself better than that.”
She got within a couple of inches of his face. “It’s done now, so shut up, and move, Diesel.”
Kenzie looked angry and he couldn’t blame her. He knew the local perception of her family and he’d played into the bullshit like everybody else. It wasn’t comfortable to admit but he figured he’d be just another in a long line. That was why her reluctance had irritated him, confused him.
This changed everything.
Chapter Three
Diesel cupped Kenzie’s ass more securely in his hands and carried her to his bed. He laid her down carefully then scooted to the center with her in his arms. As soon as his legs were fully on the mattress, he stroked his hand through her hair, one arm going under her torso to hold her more firmly.
His kisses were gentle now, his fingers trailed over her collarbone, up her neck and around to the nape. Lifting her up a little, he scooped her long hair out from under her, fanning it above her head. It dropped like a dark waterfall off the side.
Deep, slow kisses as he settled to the root of his cock inside her and gave her time to adjust to his thickness and length. His lips moved from her mouth, along her jaw, to the sensitive area near her ear, and down to the bend of her shoulder.
A big palm cupped one of her breasts, his thumb lazily stroking over her nipple until it pebbled hard for him again, and she sighed.
Subtly glancing at her face, he saw her eyes were closed and she had her lower lip between her teeth. Her thighs unclenched and one of her feet rested on the back of his calf.
She looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen her.
Kenzie was right. The LeBlanc men liked their women easy and experienced, both sides knowing where things stood, so there was none of that annoying attachment.
It was too late to take back what he’d done and though he wanted to regret it, he was surprised to find he didn’t. Their time together may have started all wrong but he was damn sure going to make the rest of the experience – her first time – good for her.
Most of his weight was supported by his forearm and he went back to kissing her. His other palm stroked over her face, down her body to her knee. He lifted it gently, laying it along his hip. When he pulled back and stroked back inside gently, she gasped.
No more pain, only pleasure, he thought.
He went slow, pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting deep. He saw the flush start over her breasts and spread to her face. It was beautiful on her golden skin. The first orgasm built gradually and he saw her uncertainty as her body began to tighten.
Oral sex was far different from what he was doing now. He wondered how it felt to her.
“Relax and let it happen, Kenzie.”
He circled his hips into her and she came, arching her upper body into his, the walls of her pussy clenching around his cock until he thought his eyes would cross. The curve of her neck was beneath his lips as she whispered something in Lakota, which was unbelievably hot.
“You’re beautiful when you come. I want you to come for me again…I need to see it again.”
He built her back up, pleased when her hands started moving over him, kneading the muscles of his neck and shoulders before sliding around to his back. When her leg wrapped around his ass, it opened her body more for him. He slipped deeper, nudging against her womb.
She was stronger than he expected and used her legs to pull him against her. The rubbing of her hard nipples against his chest was another layer of sensation he’d never noticed before in the same way.
All his senses seemed heightened with her. Then she put her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Harder, Diesel, go harder.”
“Jesus, Kenzie…” He slid one hand down to her ass and held her more firmly for the powerful thrusts he delivered. He watched her face for any sign of discomfort and saw nothing but passionate engagement.
Soon she was moaning, rocking up to meet every movement he made. She was naturally sensual, adapting easily to sex. Suddenly she went careening over the edge, her orgasm slamming through her body. Short nails dug into his back and he fucked her even harder in response.
“Diesel…oh my god.”
The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock so hard he almost couldn’t move. He forced his way past the resistance, dragging out her climax until she was shaking all over and moaning his name over and over.
It sounded so good on her lips.
Diesel felt his balls draw tight, saw her eyes widen, as he got harder, bigger inside her. His cock throbbed almost painfully with the need to come.
He picked up the pace, wanting to give her one more climax, just one more, before he couldn’t stop his own. The feeling of his cock pounding in and out of her body as she bucked beneath him was making him crazy.
Then she was coming and he yelled into the quiet room, “Yes, Kenzie, fuck yes!”
Semen left the head of his cock so hard he gritted his teeth against the pleasure/pain. Wave after wave of liquid heat filled the condom and he didn’t stop moving until she collapsed against the bed and he’d spent everything he had.
Dropping his head to her shoulder, he gasped for breath. When he finally had the strength to hold himself up, he raised his head and kissed her deeply. He pushed back and looked into her eyes as he smoothed the hair from her damp face. She was still beautiful.
“I’m sorry about how things started, MacKenzie.”
“The middle and end were better,” she told him with a small smile and a stroke over his chest. “No worries, Diesel. About anything. I wanted you because I knew you’d know what you were doing. Nothing more. I didn’t want the first time to suck as terribly as everyone always says it does. It didn’t. Thank you.”
“Why now, Kenzie? I leave day after tomorrow.”
“That’s why, Diesel. I didn’t want to get emotionally attached to you.” She laughed but it wasn’t a happy sound. Her expression was self-mocking. “Can you imagine?”
He looked at her for a long moment and said, “Strangely…I can.”
“No, you’re meant for other places, bigger things than I’ll ever have but I’ll have this and I appreciate that. I couldn’t bear the thought of some clumsy redneck being my first.”
The thought of someone else having what Kenzie had just given him tightened his gut in an unfamiliar – though not unwelcome – way.
For a long moment, she stared at him. Then she leaned up to kiss him lightly. “Move. You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Diesel.” She pushed at his shoulders and he pulled out of her slick heat, feeling a strange sense of loss.
She got up and walked into his bathroom and he felt no shame appreciating the view of her naked body from the back. He got rid of the condom in a small trashcan by the bed and noted the other condom wrappers already there with a hint of self-disgust.
When Kenzie came back, he watched her walk. She was confident, comfortable with her body. She laid down next to him on her side and he turned to face her. One fingertip traced a narrow scar from her low back to her upper thigh.
Her voice was careful, controlled. “Gross, huh? I’m covered in them; most are lighter now, thank god.” There was a scar on her shoulder, another at her hairline,
one on the side of her wrist.
“They aren’t gross. More like battle scars. You must have been in a lot of pain, Kenzie.”
“I can’t really describe the pain. The neck and shoulder were bad, the hip was worse. The humiliation was on par with the physical pain, though. Thadias was buckled in the backseat and I’m so glad I remembered to tell him before we got on the road.”
Her eyes were sad as she looked past him. “He barely had a scratch but still gets headaches from hitting his head. Dad was pretty fucked up, mostly bruises, but he was lit and didn’t tense. I wasn’t buckled. I was trying to get Dad to pull over and let me drive home. I braced for it when I saw the concrete piling and knew he was going to hit it. Boy, did he hit it.”
She sighed and he remembered the whispers around town back then.
“I was twelve, still lightweight. I hit the windshield, went through it, and then hit the piling.” Her short laugh was bitter. “I’m lucky like that.”
“How long were you in the hospital? I know you missed the rest of that school year.”
“Almost a month after the two surgeries. Right around the time I would have gone to finals for figure skating. They would have kept me longer but I couldn’t leave the others alone with our mother.” She rolled to her back and put her hands behind her head.
“I lied when they asked about the pain…made my mother sign me out. She went back to bed. Dad was locked up eight months that time. I slept on our downstairs couch, taught my sisters how to cook. We ate a lot of macaroni and cheese until they learned but they were eating and that was what mattered. A neighbor brought groceries. I paid the hands to take the cows to auction.”
She gathered up her hair and twisted it to the side. “Once I was able to drive, I did. Bubba and Dave wouldn’t pull me over, even though I was three years from getting a license. That’s when I met Bob. He saw me with the kids, loading groceries in the back of the truck.”
A small smile flitted over her lips. “He asked where my parents were. I told him they were unavailable. Later that day, he showed up at my house with a wheelchair, said to baby the hip when I could. His wife cut all the kids’ hair. I was…broken when Susan died a couple of years ago. Bob would walk the property, talk to the hands, and move things along. I love him to death.”
Diesel was quiet for a long time and MacKenzie turned to look at him. “Don’t do it, Diesel.” Her teeth were gritted and she looked suddenly furious.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me. I don’t need it and I don’t want it. Every single thing I’ve been through made me stronger. They’re smart and grounded. Every one of them got scholarships for college. We could have all been losers. Alcoholics, drug-addicted, opening our legs for anyone who took an interest, stuck in this town and this life. I have one more baby bird to push out of the nest and then I’ll be free.”
“That’s a lot of sacrifice…and your life is on hold. Don’t you resent it?”
“I resent my parents for popping out child after child without a clue how to care for them. I resent a town that let my father drink and drive over and over again. I resent the pitying looks we got while people pretended there was nothing wrong in my house.”
She raked her fingers through her hair. “I resent people thinking they know me, that they know my brother and sisters, simply because our last name is Rhodes. I will fight tooth and nail to get them out of this town, into a life that will actually mean something.”
She suddenly climbed over him and straddled his hips, her warm mound settled over the length of his cock and he hissed air through his teeth. “Enough conversation. Condom?”
“Aren’t you sore, Kenzie?”
“Condom?” she said again more forcefully. He pointed to the side table drawer and she found them. Ripping it open, she handed it to him and laughed as she added the wrapper to the dozen already in the wastebasket. “Wow, Diesel, I’m impressed. Have you bought stock in Trojan yet?”
At his embarrassed look she said, “I don’t care how many women you’ve been with or how many more you’ll be with after tonight.” She guided his cock into her body and he gasped. His hands settled on her hips. “I’m not naïve, Diesel. You’re a man, a LeBlanc, and fucking is what you do. You’re my first and will likely be my only for a long time.”
Kenzie planned to get as much from this experience as possible. As she found her rhythm, working her body over him, enjoying watching Diesel’s face under her, she knew she’d made the right decision. She’d had a crush on Diesel since sixth grade and there was going to be serious heartache when this was over.
She’d always have the memory. Fuck the rest.
She came twice before he let go of his control and surged up into her hard, her name a groan on his lips. He pulled her down beside him when he caught his breath and wrapped his body around her.
She didn’t plan to but she pushed back into him and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she woke to Diesel’s movements against her back. She thought he was still asleep when he entered her and slid his hand down her stomach to play over her folds. Already, she was wet for him. His strokes increased steadily in strength until she was coming hard, gasping his name as his own orgasm stole his control.
It was only when his breathing leveled and he drifted back to sleep that Kenzie realized they hadn’t used a condom.
Fighting down the panic, she gave herself a mental shake and thought, “God certainly has an unusual sense of humor where I’m concerned.”
When she was certain he was deeply asleep, she slipped from the bed and got dressed. Allowing herself one last look at his dark good looks against the white sheets, she smiled sadly.
Then she let herself out.
Chapter Four
Walking the mile back to her truck, she called her brother. Groggy at pre-dawn, she let him wake up a moment.
“Kenzie? Where are you?”
“Hey there, Thad. Can you bring the dually and a tow chain? I’m stuck on the main road. I’m sorry to have to wake you.”
Thad showed up fifteen minutes later wearing sweats and sneakers. She kissed his cheek then burst into tears. He hugged her tight.
“What is it, Kenzie? You never cry…tell me what’s wrong.”
She shook her head and wiped her face. Giving him a smile and a shoulder shrug, she hooked up the truck and towed it back to her place.
Back to her real life.
When Diesel woke hours later, sunlight was on the bed…Kenzie wasn’t. He knew she’d left because she didn’t want there to be awkwardness between them. He probably knew more about her than most people; he doubted she’d like that vulnerability.
He reached out to touch the place where her head had been, stroking the indentation.
As he pulled back the blanket to get up, he knew something wasn’t right. He’d obviously had sex with Kenzie again during the night but there was no condom to be found. Surely, he hadn’t…he never did that.
You fucked up real big, Diesel. Go fix it.
He showered and changed, snatched his keys off the table. It was then he realized Kenzie had walked back to her truck. Most likely, before the sun came up.
You suck on so many different levels right now.
Diesel drove over to her house and one of the hands said she’d gone skating. The pond was a good fifteen-minute drive and he used the time to think about the night before.
He’d taken her virginity. That was no small thing.
He called his older brother Douglas and started the conversation with, “Which Rhodes girl tried to get you to take her virginity?”
“Dude, not cool. Where the hell did you hear about that?”
“Digger, it doesn’t matter. I…I slept with MacKenzie Rhodes last night. It surprised the fuck out of me when she turned out to be a virgin. She didn’t give me a word of warning.”
Digger sighed heavily. “You what? Hell. Kat…Katya. My god that was the most difficult decision of
my life. I don’t think anyone could possibly understand the temptation involved. She was, is, so gorgeous. They grow women real pretty in that family.”
“I know they do. Cristiana made the attempt with Damien, I’m assuming?” Diesel asked bluntly.
“Fuck me, did MacKenzie tell you that? What did she say? What did you say?” His brother groaned.
Diesel laughed. “I had no idea how to respond to much of anything she told me last night. She said she didn’t tell me because LeBlanc men don’t deflower virgins. She said two of her sisters could attest. Since Kat and Cristi are twins, makes sense they’d try to tag team the two of you.”
Douglas and Damien were twins, the oldest LeBlanc siblings at twenty-seven. They lived in Green Bay and ran an auction house.
“Jesus…man, it was a bad scene. We did assume they were experienced, though I’m not proud of it. We took them up to the cabin. Kat was more responsive than any other woman I’ve been with. I still remember how good she smelled. When we found out, everything came to a grinding halt, and they were humiliated. We handled it all wrong.”
“Sounds like it.”
“We drove them home. No one said a word but Damien and I knew we’d hurt them. When they got out of the car they told us quietly that they thought we’d be a perfect match sexually…two women with morals with two of the morally bankrupt LeBlanc men.”
There was a long pause. “Diesel, I’ve thought about it for the last six months and the two women I’ve slept with were nothing more than white noise. Damien is the same. Those Rhodes women are pretty memorable.”
Diesel was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I think you might be right about that. We should warn Dean about Jaqueline…if they consider us the safest bet for losing their virginity, Jackie might hone in on him.”
He pulled into the pond parking area and watched Kenzie skate. She was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. She was beautiful, graceful.
“Later, Digger. I’m looking at one of the Rhodes women now.”
He flipped the phone shut and got out with his skates. Sitting on the log to lace up, he knew the moment she noticed him. Her movements stilled and she gathered herself primly with her hands crossed.
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