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Music became a big part of their lives, and it had brought them closer together. How many nights had they spent under the stars, around a campfire with their guitars and friends, singing songs by the greats? Waylon, Cash, and Hank… Too many to count and all of them burned into his memory.
Then they’d taken that trip down the river when they were seventeen. It was there everything had changed. It was there he’d claimed every part of Millie Sue. She’d stamped herself across his heart with the kind of ferocity only the young and naive knew. Given herself to him with the pureness of first love.
It was a love he’d eventually destroyed.
Since he’d left Big Bend, there’d been a lot of women, a few he’d even dated longer than a few weeks, but none had come close to Millie Sue Jenkins. As Cal gazed down at her kiss-swollen lips, he realized that none ever would.
I still love her.
He was, as the boys would say, absolutely fucked, and yet he didn’t care. All he could think of was that he needed her to be inside her with a hurt that wouldn’t quit.
Cal gently lifted her into his arms and set her on the bar. She immediately opened her legs, and he settled himself between them, sliding his mouth up along her neck. She shivered, and he smiled wickedly, his tongue licking along the base where her pulse beat rapidly.
It matched the rhythm of his own, but he clamped down on his desire as best he could and continued to tease his way up to her mouth once more, then claimed her in a kiss that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.
Cal liked this. The kissing. Sure, it made him as hard as a rock, uncomfortably so, but hell, pleasure and pain worked better together. He pushed her back a bit so that she had to use her hands to grip the edge of the bar and gently pushed up her tank top, then reached around and unsnapped her bra.
“Still got that move,” she breathed against him. Her tongue was still caught in her teeth when sat back, and he took in the hottest sight he’d ever seen. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small, just enough to fill his large hands. Her nipples were erect, the deep-rose buds begging for him, and as he closed his mouth over one of them, she hissed and swore, her hands no longer on the bar, but buried deep in the hair at his nape.
“You still like my moves,” he murmured, tugging with his teeth, then blowing on her nipples before suckling them.
“Well,” she managed to say, “they are a bit rusty.”
He chuckled, his hands gently massaging her breasts as he continued to lick and suckle until she swore and threw her head back. Her hips gyrated slowly, and he smelled her arousal through her jeans. The scent pulled at that animal part of him, and he had her jeans undone and pulled down past her knees before she had a chance to react.
Cal had to slow down or he was going to blow things before he had a chance to cross the finish line. He took a moment, exhaled slowly.
“You gonna take all day down there, chief?”
He ripped off her boots in answer along with the jeans, leaving her in nothing but a black thong. Her hair hung down past her shoulders, her skin flushed a rosy pink, and she smiled wickedly, widening her legs a tad more, giving him the access he needed.
Cal liked to use his hands, and he began a slow, methodical massage starting at her toes and working his way up. By the time he reached her thighs, her legs quivered and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
He slid his hands around her butt and pulled her closer to the edge, claiming her mouth as he did so.
“Why am I naked and you’re still wearing all those clothes?” she asked breathlessly against his mouth.
“Because this is about you, Mills.” He deepened the kiss, smiling against her mouth when she started making those little noises he’d missed so damn much. “I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.”
“What are you waiting for?”
His hand shot between her legs, and he slowly massaged the hot triangle of thin silky material.
“Cal,” she said, her voice rough. “Just like that.”
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against her mouth. “For me.”
“For you,” she breathed.
He grazed her nipples once more and then ripped her thong, tossing it to the floor. She was open, glistening for him. His cock ached like a son of a bitch, and it took everything Cal had not to take it out and sink into her, but he had other plans.
Gently, he parted her folds, nearly blowing his load when he spied her engorged clitoris. He bent forward, smiling when she hissed at his touch, and flicked his tongue over it, inhaling her scent and savoring it.
She was a drug, and he was an addict.
Cal buried his face in her pussy, holding her steady with his hands on either side of her hips, while he licked and sucked and teased and ate at the bounty in front of him. She bucked and yelled, her body quivering as the first wave of an orgasm rolled through her. He licked up every bit of it and continued to torture her until she crashed again.
“I can’t, Cal. Oh my God,” she managed to say, hands releasing his head as she exhaled. She caught her breath, her eyes widening when she dropped her gaze to his crotch. Slowly, a smile slid across her face, and she widened her legs even more, her fingers now replacing his as she began to play with herself, slowly rolling over her clit and disappearing inside.
