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Her mouth was dry, but he was so handsome. She nodded.
He put her hand on the bulge in his trousers and she rubbed it. He pushed his hips into her hand as she stroked him, said it felt so good.
“Let me make you feel good too, Elena. Take your clothes off.”
She swallowed but she couldn’t stop herself. She’d never felt good in a sexual way.
She took her clothes off and he stared at her. “Whew, honey I’d never know that body was under them baggy-ass clothes.”
He dropped to his knees before her and licked her. There. She was shocked and gasped. He grabbed her hips and licked her again. Her legs shook and feelings like she’d never had zinged through her body. He laughed. “No one has done this to you, Elena?”
“No.”
“Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
He laid her on the ground and crawled over the top of her. He put his penis down there and pushed in. Pain shot through her, and she tried to pull away, but he held her in place. “Hang on. It gets better. Just relax a minute and it’ll be good.”
After a minute Davey started pulling out and pushing back into her. It didn’t feel good like he promised. He started grunting and panting and got rough and then he stiffened and groaned and fell flat on top of her.
She swallowed and blinked furiously to keep from crying. She didn’t understand what the fuss was all about, and she never went near Davey ever again. She went to church the next day and begged God to forgive her and please don’t let her be pregnant. Grateful when her period came, she set about learning to brew elixir and stayed away from boys.
This was the first time in all these years that a man had caught her attention and even though that first time was awful, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to make love to Aidyn. He was kinder than any other man she’d ever known. His kiss was soft and his tongue felt so good in her mouth. His body pressed against hers excited her in ways she’d never been excited before. She drifted off to sleep kissing Aidyn in her mind.
ChapterSeventeen
Aidyn loaded the magazine for his gun and aimed at the target. This time he was shooting at twenty feet. Firing off eleven rounds in quick succession, he stopped and assessed his aim. A little low, but not bad.
He’d grown up with parents who ensured he and his sister knew how to shoot. Proper etiquette on all things firearms. Know how to clean your gun, how to hold it, never, ever, ever point it at anyone or anything unless you intend to destroy it.
He was the sharpshooter in his Army unit. He’d shot competition as a young boy, a teenager, and a young man. His mom owned a gun range and taught lessons and there was nothing in his childhood that didn’t revolve around guns and proper handling of guns.
It was how he’d managed to shoot Everett Howard in the melee of people milling about when he’d tried breaking into the cabin to harm Lara and Tate. The puzzle was, who shot Faye, Keaton Bennit’s lover? And who shot Keaton Bennit? It was one of the BRR, but no one was talking. And that right there was a mystery. Why didn’t they care? They wouldn’t let the townsfolk perform an investigation on “their” land, so as to who shot him, that person was still running around up there, guilty but unpunished. And he’d shot Faye too. One of their own. Why wasn’t Kent pissed off about that? Both of his parents gone.
There was the possibility that Kent shot them himself. Though to what end Aidyn couldn’t figure. Unless he was tired of the things his father had done to them.
Stowing his practice weapon, holstering his daily weapon, he cleaned up his area to leave the gun range as he found it. Aidyn picked up his shell casings and tossed them in the five-gallon collection pail which they sent off to be refilled and used as practice bullets.
Meandering back through the garage, he saw Spencer entering from outside.
“Hey there, what’s up?”
Spencer pointed out of the garage, “Look at the smoke up on the mountain. It seems like they’re brewing again.”
“They are. Craig wants to sell a second batch to pay for the taxes.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been sneaking around.”
Spencer’s eyes widened. “You’d better be careful Aid. You know they’d love nothing more than to kill you and dump you on the road.”
He took a deep breath. “I know. But it’s our job to know what they’re doing up there and I’m going to do my job.”
“Does Tate know?”
“Yeah.”
Spencer nodded. “I’m on with you tonight. Tate’s taking Lara out for dinner and some party Shianne is throwing.”
