A red haze of lust tinted my vision. I kissed down her neck while she rubbed my dick. My hands roamed across her body, but there was too much dress. It was getting in my way.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it home. My blood boiled, my erection throbbing as she rubbed and squeezed. She was driving me absolutely out of my mind.
“We should go,” I said against her neck, then slid my tongue along her skin.
“Where?” she breathed.
“Home.”
“Too far.”
I’d never heard so much need in her voice. So much desperation. She literally had me by the balls. I would have done anything she asked. But… here?
“Where do you wanna go, baby?” I asked.
“Come on.”
She took my hand and led me down the hallway, practically running in her heels. The first door she tried was locked. The second opened to a dark, empty classroom. Rows of desks faced a white board and the blinds were drawn on the windows.
As soon as the door shut, June grabbed my shirt and started unbuttoning.
“Whoa, June Bug.” I was breathing hard, aching for her, and totally into whatever was about to go down. But I wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing. “We running for second or third in here?”
She stopped on the last button and looked up at me. In the dim light her eyes almost glowed. “I want you to hit a home run, George.”
Oh, fuck.
I swallowed as she yanked my sleeves down my arms, working hard to get me undressed. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” She attacked my belt, but paused, meeting my eyes. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
“Fuck yes, baby.”
Grabbing her by the arms, I kissed her hard. Then zippers came down, she shrugged out of her dress, and I kicked my pants off. I fumbled for the condom in my wallet while June practically ripped her panties down.
I picked her up and set her on the edge of a desk. She freed my cock from my underwear and stroked it a few times while I tore open the foil packet. Her tongue danced across her lips as she watched me roll on the condom.
Her legs widened, and I stepped in close. Held my cock and rubbed it against her, teasing her clit.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, and let out a sigh. “Oh, George.”
“You want this?” I asked, my voice rough and low.
“Yes.”
“Look at me.” My dick still in one hand, I slid my fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head. I wanted her to look me in the eyes and say it. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice was breathy and full of desire. “I want to have intercourse with you.”
Only June Tucker could take the unsexiest word in history and make it hot as fuck.
I grabbed her ass, lined up the tip of my cock with her entrance, and slowly pushed inside. Her legs wrapped around me as I sank in deep.
“Yes, George,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I needed those yeses. Needed to hear them and know they were true.
Her pussy was hot and tight around me. I pulled out halfway and thrust back in, reveling in her moan of pleasure. Out, then in again. She held my shoulders, her eyes closed, her hair falling in sweet curls around her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said.
She smiled. “This feels so good.”
“Baby, we’re just getting started.”
I got a good grip on her ass and used my hips to drive into her. Every thrust sent a shock wave of sensation through me. I pounded into her, increasing my pace, her little whimpers and moans better than the roar of a Superbowl crowd.
“You still with me, baby?” I asked.
“Yes. So good.”
She was heating up, her walls tightening around my erection. A flush of pink crept down her neck, across her tits.
“Yes, George,” she said again. “More.”
I tightened my grip and pounded her harder. Faster. Grunting with every thrust. The desk scraped against the floor.
She leaned back, still holding my shoulders, and looked down between us. I watched my glistening shaft disappear inside her and it almost undid me right then and there.
“Oh, I felt that,” she said. “Your erection pulsed.”
“I could come in you right now,” I said. “But I’m making you come first.”
The only answer was her rapid breathing. Her nipples were hard, her skin pink. I reached in between us to stroke her clit while I drove into her.
“Oh my god, George. That’s… yes. Oh, yes please more.”
Her body moved with mine, her hips bucking in time with my thrusts. I lost myself in the feel of her. In her fingers digging into my shoulders. In the heat of her body and the sweet caress of her most intimate places.
Our eyes locked. I felt a primal connection to her. This was so much more than sex. It was as if she reached inside me as I fucked her, wrapping herself around my soul.
I’d loved her before this moment. But this sealed the deal. I was hers, forever.
“I love you, June.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
“Does my baby need to come?” I stroked her clit again, keeping up my rhythmic thrusts. It was hard to hold back. I wanted to explode inside her.
“Yes. Please, George.”
I pounded her harder, flexing my glutes to sink my cock in deep. Her pussy clenched—hard—and she threw her head back.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
One more thrust and I came undone. I held her hips tight and drove into her, over and over. Grunting, growling, the desk scraping across the floor. All that hot tension erupted as I spilled into her, my vision going blurry.
My orgasm subsided, and I pulled June close. She held me tight, breathing hard against me. I wanted to wrap my body around her and never let go.
But we were in a classroom in her old high school…
I pulled back, reluctant to sever contact, and touched her face. “June, that was amazing.”
The look of pure bliss on her face was better than anything I could ever imagine. Better than catching the game-winning touchdown with thousands of fans cheering my name. It was everything.
“George, I did it.”
“You sure did, baby. How do you feel?”
Her eyelashes fluttered. “So good. So… warm and relaxed. That was so much better than a third base orgasm. I don’t know if my legs work.”
I chuckled and pulled out, then took off the condom. The awkwardness of having to dispose of it here was totally outweighed by the orgasm-high I was swimming in.
Still in a daze, we quickly dressed. I made a brief stop in the bathroom, then came out and scooped her up into my arms.
I leaned down to plant a kiss on her nose. “You ready to go now?”
“Yes,” she said, her mouth turning up in a sexy smile. “I want more.”
40
June
George had unlocked something deep inside of me. A long-repressed sexual beast. Despite the incredible sex we’d just had, I wasn’t sated.
My insides were molten—all heat and pressure and burning need. I walked to his car, my hand clasped in his, completely preoccupied by the idea of having him inside me again. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted him. How much I wanted this. And now that I did, I needed more.
So much more.
I could barely contain myself on the drive to my house. It was only minutes, but I wanted to reach over and unzip his pants. I settled for stroking his erection through his clothes, happy to note he was hard again.
An empty classroom in my old high school wasn’t the location I’d have predicted I’d finally experience mutually satisfying sexual intercourse. But there was an odd sort of logic to it—something my subconscious had understood. My previous sexual experiences had all been in traditional locations. In a bed, behind a closed door.
Something about the danger and excitement of having sex in a forbidden place—I’d taken English in that room—had helped brea
k me out of my shell. Eased my fear that I couldn’t have this with someone. If I could have an orgasm while George fucked me on top of a desk, I could certainly enjoy a sexual experience in a more typical setting.
And I fully planned to.
George groaned while he parked the car. My hand squeezing his manhood might have had something to do with that.
“June Bug, you’re driving me crazy tonight.”
“I’m also feeling somewhat unhinged.”
He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue lapping over my lower lip. “I like you unhinged.”
Sex in the car was enormously tempting, but next I wanted a bed. I wanted to stretch out on the sheets and let him touch me, the way it should have been the first time.
We got out and went inside. Jonah had changed into regular clothes—a long-sleeved t-shirt and track pants—and had his keys out.
“Hi, Jonah,” I said. “I’m sorry Lacey ditched you for Amos Sheridan, although I didn’t like the idea of you dating her. You can do better, I’m quite certain of it.”
“Um, thanks, Juney.”
George’s hand slid down to cup my backside.
I gasped, then gestured to Jonah’s keys. “It’s probably best that you’re leaving. George and I are going upstairs to have lots of sex.”
George squeezed.
Jonah’s face flushed and he shook his head. “Yeah, then I’m definitely going out. Have a good time.”
I wasted no time waiting for Jonah to leave. I took George’s hand—although it did feel nice grabbing my ass like that—and led him straight to my bedroom.
George kicked the door closed and tore off his jacket, tossing it to the floor. He lowered the zipper on my dress while I once again unbuttoned his shirt.
My dress pooled on the floor at my feet. We stepped out of our shoes and peeled off the rest of our clothes. He pulled me against him, the skin on skin contact electrifying.
His lips caressed mine while his hands roamed over my body. I was relaxed, attentive, fully in the moment. I could feel every sensation, every subtle shift and movement.
“I need to taste you,” he growled.
He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs apart. Suddenly his mouth was on me and it was like I’d reached a new level of bliss. His tongue lapped against my clit, the warmth and wetness stimulating me in ways I’d never imagined possible.
My legs shook and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to remain standing. But I did not want him to stop. I gasped, moving against his mouth, feeling his tongue work strange and incredible magic.
He slipped a finger inside, growling against me. A moan escaped my lips, my head rolling back. God, he was so good at this. I’d never felt anything like it.
The second finger nearly undid me. They curled and stroked, moving in sync with his tongue. It felt so good I thought I might die right there. Tension heightened—a hot whirlpool of feeling—swirling, building, bringing me to the brink.
Without warning, he stopped. In one fluid motion, he stood, grabbed me, and tossed me to the bed. I lay there panting as he got out another condom and rolled it on.
He didn’t thrust in immediately. He started low, licking between my legs again. Murmuring about how good I tasted. Then he worked his way up, licking and kissing my skin. Feeling me with his hands. I closed my eyes, losing myself completely. This. This was what I’d wanted with him. Surrender. No walls between us. Just our bodies responding, connecting. Loving.
This was intimacy.
“You still with me, baby?” he asked, licking his way up my belly.
“I’m with you, George. I’m right here with you.”
He moved up to my breasts, lavishing them with attention. He settled his thigh between my legs, letting me rub up against him. It wasn’t enough—I needed more—but it gave me pressure where I needed it while he licked and sucked my nipples. I bucked against his leg, rubbing my clit across his skin.
“George, I need more.”
“Mm, me too, baby.”
He got to my neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. His cock was between my legs, teasing my opening. He groaned while he kissed and licked me. The scrape of his teeth had me writhing beneath him.
I’d never been so frantic and out of control. I was desperate for him, ready to beg him to fuck me. I’d never felt so shamelessly sexual—never felt so alive.
“Fuck me, please,” I whispered.
He groaned into my neck and thrust inside me—hard. I clutched his back, my eyes closed, all thought gone from my mind. His thick erection stretched me open, the pressure exquisitely satisfying.
“Tell me again,” he said.
“Fuck me, George.”
“Oh my god.”
He drove into me, again and again, growling with every thrust. His body on mine, his sheer size, was overwhelming in the best way. I was consumed, completely taken. He had every bit of me, and I gave it to him willingly.
“June, your pussy feels so good,” he said, low in my ear.
His words added fuel to my fire. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held tight, every thrust a magnificent journey into pleasure. My bed frame slammed against the wall, George growled, I moaned and whimpered.
My climax built—again—my insides turning molten. I was hot, the pressure so intense I could barely stand it.
“More,” I said. “Give me more.”
“I love you, June Bug.”
“I love you, too.”
His back stiffened and I felt the telltale pulse of his cock inside me. It was as if he’d grown thicker, his shaft lengthening and expanding. It felt amazing.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m with you.”
“Come with me, baby,” he said. “I want to feel you.”
The tension built, my hot bundle of nerves pulsing with feeling. He drove in and out, giving me everything I needed. Everything I craved. It was hard and rough and intense, and I loved every second of it.
My walls clenched around his erection, the first wave of my orgasm washing over me. The rush of pleasure left me crying out, clutching onto him, as if it would sweep me away. My climax triggered his and he drove into me hard, his body releasing.
We moved in sync, clutching each other, letting go. The ripples of pleasure spread through my body, leaving me trembling in his arms. His muscles flexed and tightened as he rode out his orgasm inside me. The pulses of his cock nearly had me coming again, his low growls erotic and satisfying.
He pushed into me one last time, holding me tight. When he pulled out, he left me breathing hard, my eyes still closed.
A minute later, he was back, gathering me in his arms. My eyes fluttered open. I traced circles across his chest while I caught my breath.
“That was fucking incredible,” he said, his voice awed. “June Bug, I’ve never… I don’t even know what to say.”
I nestled against him, loving the way I felt. Drifting in bliss. “Me neither.”
He kissed my forehead and squeezed.
This was it. I’d done it. Not only had I engaged in mutually satisfying sex with George, I’d broken through the barrier I’d erected in my mind. I could have an intimate relationship with him—both emotionally and physically. We’d just had an amazing sexual experience, but it had gone so far beyond that. We’d connected.
We’d bonded.
This was what I’d been so afraid I couldn’t have. But it had just taken the right man—this wonderful, beautiful man—to have enough patience to show me the way.
41
June
Hundreds of candles flickered in the cool night air. Most of Bootleg Springs filled Lake Drive, from the beach all the way to the library. It had been closed to traffic, although that had been an unnecessary precaution. No one was around to drive. They were all here, standing side-by-side, candles in hand.
Candles to honor Callie Kendall.
I’d gone to Cassidy with the DNA evidence that proved Abbie Gilbert wasn’t Callie. At first, Cassidy had l
ectured me on leaving things to the authorities, proper evidence gathering, and admissibility in court. But she’d also acknowledged that it was best the truth came out.
Our dad had been the one to break the news to Judge and Mrs. Kendall. He’d said they’d been understandably shocked. The next day, they’d issued a statement, saying they were deeply wounded by Abbie Gilbert’s actions. We hadn’t yet heard if they planned to press charges, and so far, they hadn’t been seen in public.
Once the story had gotten out, the news sites and blogs had eaten it up. There were as many theories about how Abbie had pulled it off as theories about what had happened to Callie.
Mom had called a public town meeting where she stood with my dad and they told the town the truth. The news that someone had impersonated Callie had been met with gasps of shock and calls for Bootleg Justice. But peacemaker that my father was, he’d calmed the crowd. He’d channeled the anger everyone felt toward Abbie into compassion and hope for Callie Kendall.
Her missing persons case was officially reopened. The Bodines seemed unsurprised, but resolute, at the news. Questions about their late father’s involvement were still unanswered, thrusting them once again in the middle of the mystery.
The next day, Millie Waggle and Dottie Leigh had blanketed the town with fliers. Candles for Callie, they called it, and tonight everyone was here.
Pride in my town filled me as I stood next to George, holding my candle. This was who we were. We had a free-range chicken roaming our streets, our town pastime involved home-brewed liquor, and bar fights were as common as rain. But we stood by each other. Cared for each other. This was home. A home where even the weird girl had a place, among people who believed the best, and always held out hope.
The Bodines were all together, showing a unified front. Bowie stood with his arm around Cassidy. Scarlett and Devlin held hands, Scarlett’s usual fire subdued. Leah Mae had her arms around Jameson’s waist, her head on his chest. Jonah had a candle in one hand, his other stuffed in his pocket. He stood next to Gibson, who looked angrier than usual. He glowered at anyone who made eye contact, as if daring people to bring up the fact that his father was still a person of interest in Callie’s case.
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