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Authors: Jennifer Kacey

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Chapter Six

Ten Years Prior

Anxiety of prom heated up the gym, which was filled with nervous teenagers. He vaguely remembered his own prom. It was nothing special.

He had been standing just inside the door, watching her for nearly a half hour. She captivated him in her evening gown and he nearly growled every time hands attached to some asshole’s arm crowded close to her backside. Her date looked more than ready to dance horizontally, and he was more than ready to perform a seriously needed medical procedure, a prick-ectomy.

The only thing keeping him in check, other than the occasional sneer he allowed himself towards her fellow classmates, was Angela. She looked distracted and a little sad, and he hoped seeing him would change the evening for her. Coming had been a huge what if on his part. He told himself, if she didn’t want to see him, he could deal. Truth was, it was more than just his pride on the line. His heart was involved which terrified him.

He knew the moment she saw him standing across the gym.

Khaki pants and a simple plain black T-shirt stretched across his big, broad chest adorning his hard body. He stood with his arms crossed in front of him, brooding.

He was a warrior and looked it. Dark skinned and very short, dark brown hair with a lean body, toned from his time with the Marines. His nerves were on edge and he ached for release. Damned if he wasn’t hoping Angela would be willing to help him out with that.

His body reacted to hers like it was the last drink of water in the driest desert and he was
so
thirsty. Clay could see how he affected her as a shiver ran up her back.

She stood in the arms of her date, who pulled her closer, quite certain a lucky night was in his future. For sure, her trembling body was for him and not for the man glaring at her across the gym.

Angela swayed slowly to the music and her date turned her around. Her gaze that had been locked with Clay’s, finally broke.

She blinked repeatedly and Clay slipped into the shadows, leaving it up to her whether she wanted to explore what they could have together.

Watching her extricate herself from her date was like watching a tennis match. He seemed thrilled, shaken and then thrilled again as he kissed her cheek and then walked away.
What the hell?

Angela straightened her dress and started towards the door at an almost run. His heart actually skipped a beat, when he knew she searched for him. He had faced down the enemy from several different countries. He was as cool as a cucumber. Barely broke a sweat anymore. But one little eighteen-year-old girl…he shook in his boots.

She almost pushed the door open to leave when he called her name from the dark corner of the gym.

Her breath caught, stepping closer to the darkness, trying to shield her eyes with one of her hands at the same time.

“Clay?” she asked, “Is that you?”

He stepped into the dim light where she could barely see him. He didn’t say a word, but held a hand out to her.

It took her eons to reach him. She placed her hand in his and he tugged her into the shadows behind the screen he had found when he walked in.

“It’s been a long time, Angela.” His voice strained to keep level as he drank in her body. He spun her in a slow circle so he could see her up close.

She was all grown up now and his hands ached to touch her.

Slowly he pulled her into his arms and swayed her body to the music.

“It’s been too long, Clay.” She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his short hair. Tingles of sensation raced down his spine at her simple touch, and his cock surged to life, knowing he finally had his arms around the one he wanted.

As the music stopped for a minute, Clay whispered harshly, “How’d you ditch your date? He looked eager to continue the evening?”

Angela smiled, rolled her eyes and looked up into his hard features. “Wasn’t he the same guy I had to drag you away from last time?” he questioned.

His eyebrows pulled down into a scowl when she answered. “Yes, it’s the same guy. And I told him that his
ex-girlfriend
wanted a night to remember. That is how I freed up my dance card so quickly.”

He could tell there was something she didn’t say, but he drew her close again moving to the music. Angela wound her arms around his waist and ran her hands up his back. Her body moved against his, and he had to grind his teeth together to keep from sighing at the heat of her skin. She was smooth as silk and smelled like a bouquet of wildflowers. His hands ran along the fabric of her dress at her hips, clenching it subconsciously as he rubbed his cock, straining for freedom, back and forth across her abdomen.

“I’ve missed you,” Angela whispered in the darkness. She sounded out of breath, and he was glad he’d come for her tonight. His heart beat against her cheek when he thought about the possibilities of having her alone.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her body. “I expected to come back and find you madly in love with some guy. I could walk away, knowing I did the right thing.”

Angela turned her head, searching his face for something.

“Disappointed?” Her voice was harsh, accusatory.

Clay stared at the face of the girl now a woman…the woman he had come back for. “Very,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.

Waves of anticipation flooded his mind as the air cooled his mouth around her indrawn breath. She stood on tiptoes as he pulled her higher so he could get a better taste. The smooth skin of her cheek slid against his rough stubble. If he wasn’t careful, he’d leave marks on her. Something primal inside him stood up and took notice. He shouldn’t think that way. He shouldn’t be doing this. Any of this. But he had no intention of stopping. Allowing both of them to catch their breaths, he nibbled her jaw, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back so he could thrust his tongue past her lips. The scent of her skin and the moans escaping her lips went straight to both his heads. Her hands wrenched at his back as she rode the leg he didn’t remember shoving between her thighs.

A groan rumbled through his chest as she ran her tongue across his bottom lip, almost losing her balance as he kissed her with enough force to curl her toes.

Several years of pent-up need exploded between them as they fought to control themselves.

Clay thought if he wasn’t careful he could take her right there in a gym full of kids.

“Wanna get out of here?” Angela asked him between breaths. He sucked her earlobe into the hot cavern of his mouth, tonguing the soft skin below her ear, tasting the silky flesh like he wanted to taste her pussy. The heat of her core drove him insane and he needed to bury himself inside her body.

He searched her blue eyes for a second before leaning his forehead against hers. He held her close, not wanting to see her rejection if she didn’t want him. “Are you sure about this, Angela? Is this something you really want from me?”

She stepped back, looked him in the eyes, and said six little words that changed the course of his life forever. “You’re the only one I want.” Then she kissed him deeply and did things with her tongue that had his need clawing to escape.

He finally pulled away and ground out, “Then let’s get out of here or I’m going to fuck you right now.”

Clay grasped her hand, drawing her through the exit doors, out into the parking lot where people called her name to say goodbye.

Keys out, he unlocked and opened the door, but before she could duck inside he pinned her between the car and his powerful lower body.

Pleasure swelled between them, the sheer magnitude of his hunger catching him unaware as he ground his dick against her abdomen. A shiver raced through her body, and into his. Full intercourse with anyone else hadn’t been as hot as the last half an hour had been with Angela. By the end of the night he wondered which one of them would still be standing.

He knew what he must look like. As if he were fighting to control his urge to rip the dress off her delicious body. But he settled for dragging his hands over the thin fabric covering her soft tits. His calloused hands laid claim from her bare shoulders all the way down past her hips, the whole time giving her mouth a preview of what he had in store for the rest of her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He tried one more time to convince them both to stop.

She huffed out of breath as she ran her fingers across his chest and powerful arms. She reached up and his strong shoulders tightened as he grabbed her backside and wickedly showed her what she did to him.

“I’m sure we shouldn’t, but I’m tired of doing what I’m supposed to. I’m sick of denying myself what should have been mine long ago.”

His cock was harder than he’d ever been before. If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in his pants, he was so turned on. She moved against him and laughed as another tremor worked its way through her body.

Clay kissed her mouth. “I want to feel you laugh when I’m buried deep inside you.”

Angela’s fingernails dug into his arms and she groaned as his hand tucked between her legs with nothing but her silky panties and dress separating them. Her head fell back against his vehicle as she reveled in his touch. “You’re so damn wet for me already and I haven’t even gotten to really touch you yet. I want to make you scream with pleasure from my fingers and then I want my name to escape your lips as you fall apart all around me.”

“Take me anywhere,” Angela begged as he ran his fingers along her wet cunt. “I’m not letting you walk away tonight. Not tonight.”

Clay crushed her mouth under his then stood away from her and hauled her off the car. “I can’t believe I’m about to take you somewhere so I can have you. Little Angie is all grown up and, by God, you’ll be mine before the night is over. I shouldn’t be doing this, but the next time I put my hands on you I want you to be naked and I don’t want to have to stop.”

He helped her into the car, after tasting her one more time and shut the door.

He jumped in and revved the engine to life. He left the parking lot and sped onto the freeway toward his apartment.

After a few minutes of silence he asked, “Did I tell you, you look beautiful tonight?”

He reached over, took her hand in his, and rested it on his thigh.

“No, you didn’t,” she beamed.

He looked over at her. “I haven’t seen a more beautiful being than you.”

She sat quiet for a moment then asked, “Clay, how did you know where to find me tonight?”

Her eyes never left his face as he answered, “I just happened to ask your mom when prom was and where it was going to be. She told me months ago, so I requested leave so I would be here this weekend. I got in this afternoon and I watched you for a while before you spotted me.”

He glanced her way long enough to see her eyes pull down into a frown.

“Why didn’t you come up to me?”

Clay just shook his head, trying to focus on driving. “Because you were supposed to have found somebody else, remember? You were supposed to have some other guy wrapped around your little finger. And from the looks of it, any guy in that room would have groveled at your feet to have the chance to be wrapped around any part of you.” The last part came out more a growl than actual speech.

Silence filled the car until Angela’s small voice broke the tension.

“I told you I’d wait forever if it meant I could be with you. I’m glad you didn’t take that long.”

She took her hand back, after a reassuring squeeze warmed his palm, and meticulously began removing the pins from her hair. She finished shaking her lovely mahogany hair free as Clay pulled up in front of his apartment.

She’d never been there before and he was suddenly anxious about what was about to happen between them.

“Angela, are you sure about this?”

She looked him square in the face. “Yes. I am. You’re what I want. I’m tired of thinking it’s wrong. If you didn’t want me just as bad as I want you, then maybe I could have walked away years ago. But I see my need looking back at me when I look at you.”

She hesitantly reached up and brushed her cool fingers across his cheek. He wanted to close his eyes and lean into her palm. His five o’clock shadow pulled at her skin and a little shiver ran down to his balls, wondering how it was going to feel on the rest of her body. Between her breasts, dragging down her spine, on the inside of her thighs.

Angela then ran her thumb along his bottom lip and he must have surprised her by taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, based on the way her eyes melted. After thoroughly tempting every cell in both of their bodies he slowly pulled her thumb from his mouth with a little pop. “Angela, are you ready to come inside with me?”

“More than you know, Clay,” was what she answered while watching his lips.

They exited the vehicle, making their way to the front of it.

He took her hand and pulled her behind him towards a dark doorway around the nearest building.

All he could hear was the sharp cadence of her shoes as he led her to his door.

Clay released her hand, took his keys out and then froze as Angela ran her hands from his neck to his waist along his back and then all the way around the front of him.

She nibbled little love bites through his shirt on his back while undoing his belt. “Just thought you might need some incentive to get the door open,” the little vixen said behind him.

He finally did and walked inside just as Angela pulled his belt off with a whoosh.

He turned around to face her and saw his Angela, standing in the pool of light, staring back at him with a belt hanging from her hand. He was instantly hard, thinking about the forbidden fruit he was about to taste.

He jerked her inside, roughly kicking the door shut, locking it as Angela looked around his apartment for the first time.

It was sparsely decorated since he got to use it so infrequently. Normal bachelor pad stuff filled the space. Older leather couches, lamps from Goodwill, scarred coffee table in front of a huge TV. But it was clean. He made sure of it.

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