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Sounded just like granddad.
“My granddad was intuitive like that,” I told her as I stood next to her on the dock, both of us looking out over the pond, both of us reminiscing on different memories of this place.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she told me quietly, and she sounded sincere. “Jessie informed me he passed away not too long after I got locked up.”
I could hear the tears in her voice, but she kept herself composed. Not a single one slipped, and I knew she never would let them. Something about West told me that she hardly ever cried.
“You want to see the inside of the house?” I asked her. “I haven’t changed it since I came home. Everything is still exactly the same.”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
When we entered the house, I looked down at her. “Go explore. I’m going to get us something to drink. You like sweet tea?”
“Who in the south doesn’t?” she asked with a slight laugh.
It took everything in me not to stare at her. Instead, I forced myself to keep walking toward the kitchen. The sound of her laugh almost fucking disarmed me. It was a husky laugh—not something you typically hear from most women. You could tell she didn’t laugh much, but I found myself wanting to do something to make her laugh so much more.
Dangerous.
She was bad for my health.
When I came out of the kitchen into the living room, West was looking at a picture on the wall of me and Granddad. I was in my military uniform, getting ready to head to the airport to fly out for my overseas duty station.
“You were a fine-ass Marine, Lincoln,” she commented.
I chuckled softly, setting her drink on the coffee table. “Thanks, West,” I told her.
She shrugged as she turned around to look at me. “You know I’m not a normal girl, right?”
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, watching her carefully. I nodded at her silently. Something in her voice told me that I needed to be prepared for whatever was going to spout out of her mouth next, and I was right. “So, if I asked you to give me a distraction for a while when I need one—no strings attached—would you do that?”
I swallowed thickly, my dick instantly throbbing at the thought of being inside of her. “I’m on birth control,” she informed me when I didn’t answer—didn’t know how to fucking answer. I’d never had a woman bluntly ask me to fuck her. “I’m clean, only fucked with one girl while I was in juvie.” I closed my eyes, inhaling a sharp breath at the thought of her being with another woman. “So, what do you say, Lincoln?”
“No strings attached?” I asked her as I opened my eyes, pulling my hands from my pockets. I only hoped that I could actually keep to what she wanted. I had a bad feeling that I was going to end up wanting a lot more from her.
She nodded her head. I reached out and dragged her against me, slanting my lips across hers, groaning when she moaned softly in response, her body relaxing against mine as I dug my fingers into her hips. She ran the tips of her fingers under my shirt, her calloused hands gliding across my abs. I pulled my lips from hers and gripped the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head. I unclipped her bra next, tossing it somewhere across the room.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
She pulled my shirt over my head, and I drew her back against me, reaching up to pull her hair out of its bun, tossing her ponytail holder onto my coffee table, and watching as her red hair tumbled down her back in messy waves.
A low rumble sounded from my chest as I drew her lips back up to mine, letting my hands trail over her skin, eventually coming around to her breasts, drawing her nipples between my fingertips. She choked out my name, her head falling back on her shoulders as I bent slightly, nipping and biting at her breast, finally wrapping my lips around her nipple. She clutched at my shoulders, her nails painfully biting into my skin, but I released a low groan of pleasure, wanting more of that.
God, she was perfect.
I moved down her belly, loving that it wasn’t flat like so many women I’d been with. She was so fucking natural. I could tell she wasn’t the kind of person to give a fuck about being super skinny, and I loved that. She had curves—real curves that you could hold on to.
I unsnapped the button on her shorts and drew them down her legs, pulling off her shoes at the same time. I looked up at her, groaning at the sight of her biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes liquid, green pools of lust.
