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Abby

“How was lunch?” Nicole carries a handful of records to the back of the store as I walk in.

“Sorry for all the drama. Turns out, everyone is crazy!”

She laughs as she tucks a few records into their rightful slots. “I figured with the way your brother walked in. How’d it go?”

“I don’t know. He’s overbearing, just like I knew he’d be, but Hank,” I sigh, “I don’t understand what he wants. It’s like he says he wants me but he’s trying to respect my brother too. So now, I’m… I don’t know. I just wish he’d take me.”

“He sounds like a nice guy. I’d be worried if he just railed you without thought.”

I know that’s the right answer, but I’ve never been hornier in my life. Not only that, but I’ve wanted Hank for so long. The fact that he actually wants me too… I can’t know that and not do anything about it.

“Maybe he’s waiting for the right time,” Nicole continues. “There’re so many layers to this. He probably wants you for more than one night.”

“Okay, why do you sound so mature and well adjusted? You’re making me feel bad.”

She joins me at the desk and leans in for a hug, the scent of coconut in her hair.

“You shouldn’t feel bad. I got into a huge fight with Aaron and spent the rest of the afternoon fantasizing about rough sex with my big, bad, biker book boyfriend.

” She wets her lips. “Is it sad that I’m nearly thirty and I don’t know what it feels like to be touched like someone wants me? ”

“Not at all.” I lean into her and offer a hug. I hate that she’s having issues with her boyfriend. She is the most attentive partner. She doesn’t deserve whatever he’s throwing at her. “You should feel wanted. Ditch Aaron and go on the prowl. You’re gorgeous. You’ll find someone so much better.”

She shrugs. “You know that feeling like you’re standing the doorway of your own life, but you can’t walk through?”

“Like you’re waiting for the universe to shove you forward?”

“Exactly! It’s this restless feeling, like you know you deserve more but you have no idea where the map is to find it.”

“Maybe you write the map yourself,” I say, oddly seeing how all this identifies to Hank and I. We’ve been looking for a map, but there isn’t one. We either leap or stay stuck in our doorways forever.

She reaches out for my hand and offers a soft smile. “Or maybe the map is there and I’m too scared to read it.”

In the silence of Nicole’s profound statement, the door swings open and Hank steps inside, his jaw locked, his gaze narrowed. He looks like a beast. A wild animal about to attack.

“What’s wrong?” I step toward him. “Did something happen?”

He glances toward Nicole. “Could you give us a second?”

“Of course.” She grins and winks toward me as she walks out the front door. “This… this is what I want. Take it! Have fun!”

Apparently, I’m slow because I haven’t caught onto what’s happening yet. Hank looks hungry, like he’s going to tear me limb from limb and eat me alive.

Wait… maybe that’s what I want.

He stalks toward me, his gaze intent with mine as his thick, calloused hand lands against my throat and pushes me against the back wall.

My clit throbs and I whimper against his touch. Dear God, I see what’s happening now. The man is an animal. A starving, feral beast who’s come to take what he wants… finally.

“I just got here five minutes ago,” I pant.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He stares down at me, his voice ragged, his lids hooded with need. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you understand how hard this will be at times. My hands are dirty, Sunny, and this’ll be messy.”

I lift his calloused hand and land it on my face. “I love your dirty hands, Hank. And even if I wanted too, I couldn’t walk away.”

For a long second, he holds his gaze with mine, then suddenly and all at once, his lips are on mine as he growls into my throat.

The leather on his cut rubs against my chest as he kisses me.

“Strip off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

“Right here? In the store? Nicole could come back. We could get a customer.”

“Take off your clothes, now, ” he presses. “I need to see you. All of you.”

I’m not a super confident girl. I also didn’t think I was an exhibitionist. Turns out, when Hank is sending out orders, I’m taking them… willingly.

My clit throbs as I pull my shirt off my shoulders and my skirt off my hips. The thin fabric falls easily to the floor, exposing my bra and the soaked cotton panties.

“Good girl. Take the rest off for me.”

Hank leans against the counter, watching me strip for him, staring at me with a straight face as though he’s studying every inch of my body. I don’t know if he likes it or hates it, but I figure the fact that he keeps telling me to strip is a good thing.

I unclip my bra, my heart pounding as I check the side door for customers. No one is on the street, but it’s midafternoon. We could get a customer any second now.

“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Take those panties off. I want to see that virgin pussy.”

Oh God. My thighs tremble as I tug my panties to the ground. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet in my life.

“Fucking hell, you’re a good girl,” he groans, stepping toward me. His sandpaper hands roam my body with gentle pressure, pushing through my hair, tugging gently as the other wanders down my frame, pinches my nipples, and lifts me up onto the countertop.

He kisses my thighs one at a time, licking his way up toward my aching pussy before burying his face against my wetness with a groan.

My entire body lights on fire. Tingles rush over my skin, and I bury my hands in his hair as the world around me disappears.

Flick after flick of his hot tongue presses against my throbbing clit. I might die, right here, right now, with nothing left of me but a puddle of sticky, wet come.

He slides a finger inside of me, maybe two, thrusting as he licks in a slow, rhythmic motion that sends my eyes rolling back into my head. My legs curl up around his waist and my thighs tense.

Dear fucking God, someone save me. I’m going to come on the same counter I cashed out Mrs. Robinson last week.

She’s the sweetest, oldest woman in Rugged Mountain.

What would she think of me if she knew I was losing my virginity right here on the countertop?

Not only that, but at any second anyone could come rolling in the door.

All of this is severely wrong. We live in a small town. I’d be burned at the stake, forever known as the little whore at the record shop.

These thoughts flutter through momentarily, but they’re squashed as he sucks my clit and pulls off with a quick pop.

“You taste just as good as you did last night, but my cock is aching. I need that little pussy.”

“Take me,” I pant. “I need you.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t need one.” I pant louder as I say, “Hank… please!” I’ve never felt more desperate in my life.

He unzips his jeans and tugs them down haphazardly, as he holds his hand over my pussy. His gaze reminds me of a drunken man. His lids are hooded, and his brain has gone offline. Whatever’s happening now, is purely instinctual… and I love it.

He needs me, and I need him.

“You tell me if it hurts and I’ll slow down,”

I agree, though I would never tell him to slow down. I want his massive cock stuffed so deep inside of me that I’m gasping for air.

Opening my thighs wider, I let him pull me to the edge of the counter and shove his cock inside.

My eyes widen with shock as the pressure of his dick impales me. It’s a sharp, burning pain that fills me up in the most glorious of ways. I’m pretty sure this is the definition of something ‘ hurting so good.’

“You alright?” he groans, thrusting in slowly. I’m not sure he’s even fully penetrated yet, or if he ever could be.

“Yeah,” I pant. “Don’t stop!”

“Good girl. You take my cock like a good little girl.” His jaw locks and he thrusts into me harder and faster, as a bead of sweat collects on his forehead and trickles down.

Thankfully, the counter is smooth, and I glide back and forth quite easily.

“You’re soaking wet, Sunny. You like this cock, don’t you? ”

“I love it. You’re so big!”

“And you’re so fuckin’ tight. My fucking God.”

He pounds in harder as I grip onto his forearms, feeling the flexing muscles as he moves his frame closer to my breast and skates his teeth over each nipple, biting down as he fucks me harder and harder.

I whimper and jump with each nip, but I love it. I love it so much.

“Tell me how it feels,” he groans. “That’s all I need. Just tell me how it feels.”

I love his demands.

“Tell me!”

“You’re filling me up,” I pant. “It’s like you’re stretching me wide. Like… if you go any deeper, you’ll be in my stomach.”

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, thrusting in harder and faster. “Come for me. Soak my cock. You know how long I’ve thought about you? Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours,” I pant as he hits a spot near the back of my canal that feels like nothing else I’ve ever felt. It’s instant, mind-numbing pleasure, like a bomb he’s set off.

My muscles squeeze tight around his cock, and I bellow out the loudest sigh of relief as I come on his dick.

“Coat my cock. Be loud! I love those sounds you make.” He thrusts in harder, but my mind is offline. He could be doing cartwheels while fucking me and I’m not sure I’d comprehend what’s happening.

“Fuck, I want to fill you up. I can’t pull out, Sunny. Fuck!” He’s frantic, sounding like he wants to deposit his seed inside of me, like it gets him off, like he needs it.

“Do it. Come inside of me,” I beg, desperate to feel his warm come in my womb. Desperate to raise his babies and grow a life together.

He grips my hips tighter, thrusts one final time, and grunts out as he comes inside of me.

“My fucking God,” he moans, pumping slowly in and out as he helps me into a sitting position. “Sorry if I got out of control there. You felt so damn good. Are you feeling okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No,” I smile, pressing against his chest, “you didn’t hurt me. That was… so much fun!”

“Good. I, umm… I can’t wait to do it again.”

We’re both smiling ear to ear, and I’m on top of the world until the bell above the door rings and my brother is standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck?” He turns away quickly, his fists clenched. I don’t know how much he’s seen as there are a few cardboard cutouts in front of us, but we’re still nude and Hank is still inside of me. So… there’s that.

Hank grabs my shirt and tugs it over the top of me as he pulls up his jeans and buckles them into place. I’m not sure there are words to get us out of this one.

“Dude, I—”

“Save it,” Duke groans. “Just fuckin’ save it.

I don’t want to know why you’re fuckin’ my sister in the fuckin’ middle of the day in a god damn record store.

I don’t want to know why neither of you respect me enough to respect my wishes, and I don’t want to fuckin’ know anything else.

Just tell me you’ll be out by morning ‘cause I can’t fuckin’ look at you anymore. ”

“Yeah,” Hank groans, “I got it.”

“Duke,” I hop off the counter and step toward him, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I—”

“Look, I love you, but what the hell is happening? You wanted a family. You wanted kids, and he’s old, Abby.

Jesus! You’re not going to have any of that with him.

” Duke lowers his head and glares up at Hank before glancing back at me.

“You’re all I have, and I hate this. I fuckin’ hate it.

You’re making a huge mistake, and I really do want him out of the clubhouse, but…

I don’t know if me forbidding everything is helping.

I came back to apologize—which I regret. ”

“Please don’t regret it. I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Good to know.” He groans and looks away, folding his massive arms over one another. “I’ve gotta go out of town for a while. I’m putting Ghost in charge of things while I’m gone.”

“What?” My brows narrow. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got some shit with the ranch I have to take care of. I trust Hank will take care of you. I’ll be back in a month or so.” He turns back toward the door. “I’d say don’t do anything else stupid, but you two are beyond that.”

It’s not the happy-go-lucky sweetness I was hoping for, but he also didn’t murder us, so I’m calling this a win.

When he’s outside again, Hank looks toward me. “Well, that’s something, I guess. He’ll come back with a fresh head.”

I’m not sure I believe that, but I know talking to him isn’t going to make much of a difference.

So, I find happiness in small victories, lean against Hank’s shoulder, and find calm in the one thing in life that’s going well, though it doesn’t last long.

Nicole is heading back from the pizza shop with a box in her hand.

“I should probably let you get back to work,” Hank groans, kissing the top of my head, “unless you want to be sick the rest of the day.”

I smile and lean into his lips as my cell phone beeps. “As much as I’d love that, I need to do some damage control here. Plus, I think this countertop could use a solid scrubbing.”

He smiles and brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. “I’ll be back at four.”

I nod and reach for my phone, checking the message that just came in. I don’t know why but I’m half hoping it’s my brother with the rest of the apology he’d started a few minutes ago.

“It’s Maci!” I shout, my stomach clenching. I scan the messages quickly as I hold my phone out for both of us to read.

Maci: You go girl! I’m glad my disappearance brought you two closer together. I’d have totally taken that chance.

Me: Where the hell are you?

Maci: On the road. I’ll be back soon. I think I’m onto something good.

What the hell? How do I know it’s really her? In those crime dramas they answer for the people they’ve kidnapped so no one thinks anything bad happened.

Me: What do you mean you’re onto something good? Also, what record did you buy me at the shop yesterday?

Maci: Morgan Waylon. Are you losing your mind? I’m roaming in and out of service, though. Have fun with Hank. Do everything you can with him, and don’t worry about me. I have a good story coming.

Oh my God, this is about a story? I glance toward Hank. “How did she get out of the diner at the same time the bikers left?”

“Maybe it had nothing to do with the bikers. You said she was desperate for a good story. She’s being wild and young. That’s… good for her.”

The amount of stress I’ve felt over the past few days over her disappearance has led me into the arms of my brother’s best friend, so I don’t hate that she pulled this, and I am happy that she’s found something to write about. Besides, I’m about to write a pretty decent story of my own.