“I don’t think Cindy likely appreciated you putting something like that out in the open, kid.”
She snorted and shrugged. “Maybe not. But it needed to be said. She’s back in town, you’re here, and you two have some shit to discuss, in my opinion.” She looked over my shoulder, scanning the crowd for someone. “Alright – I’m gonna see if my cowboy hasn’t been totally scared off by your rude ass. You two have some talking to do, so get to it.” She grabbed her drink and was out of there, leaving Cindy and me alone.
Shit. I took a long swig of my drink, trying to buy myself some time to think about what the fuck to say. Cindy had seemed on the drunker side when she’d come in, but with Alexa’s party girl influence gone and the shockwave from the bombshell still in the air, she looked like she’d sobered up pretty damn quick. Panic had taken hold of her gorgeous features.
But before I could even think what to say, or how to say it, Cindy was out of her chair. “Um I’m gonna go now OK bye!” She was gone so fucking fast I thought there might be one of those Loony Toons person-shaped smoke rings in her chair where she’d been sitting.
“Fucking hell.” I spoke to no one in particular.
What the fuck was I going to do? Yeah, there might’ve been some sexual tension between us, but I sure as fuck hadn’t been planning to act on it. As much as the idea of fucking her had its appeal, I’d figured I’d keep it in check while she was in town. She wasn’t some random bar chick, after all – this was my best friend’s fucking daughter. And that wasn’t even getting into the fact that the girl was half my age.
Part of me wanted to let her go, get some fresh air. But I knew deep down that a conversation between us was necessary or shit at work would be awkward as hell. Might as well have it then. Not to mention I didn’t like the idea of her wandering around outside on her own.
I finished my drink, the buzz in my head nice and mellow and perfect for being only as drunk as I needed to be.
“Let’s do this fucking thing.” I couldn’t believe I was psyching myself up, but there I was.
Wasn’t that I was scared or any bullshit like that. But I knew this conversation had to go just right. My working relationship, and hell, the friendship I’d developed with her, was on the line.
Now or never. I heaved myself out of my chair and started off, totally unsure of what the fuck was going to happen.
Chapter 10
Craig
Fucking hell. I almost wanted to do a shot on the way out, but I thought better of it. I didn’t want to have a foggy head for what I was about to do. I headed for the door Cindy had hurried through and pushed it open. The night was cold and crisp, the air totally still with the smell of approaching winter. The moment I shut the steel back door of the bar and stepped into the alley, the music inside became muffled.
Luckily, I didn’t need to look far to find Cindy. She was at the far end of the alley, leaning against the brick wall with her arms crossed over her chest. The girl looked freaked out, like her deepest, darkest secret had been revealed. And maybe it had been.
“Cindy!” I called out to her, my voice echoing down the alley.
Her attention snapped up toward me. For a moment I thought she might bolt in the other direction like a panicked deer. But instead, she froze in place with her wide eyes on me.
Poor fucking kid.
I trotted over to her side. I leaned against the brick wall next to her and stared off into space, trying to figure out where the fuck to begin.
“That was fucked up in there.” I shook my head as soon as I’d said the words.
Off to a really great start.
“Yeah, it was.”
More silence. I realized I would have to do the conversational heavy lifting of this particular exchange.
“Uh, first of all, I wanted to apologize for what I did with that kid back there. I mean, I don’t feel even a little bad getting his fucking hand off you – shit was the least he deserved. But I was out of line in barging into your business and handling it like that. Should’ve been more diplomatic about that shit.”
“Diplomacy isn’t exactly your strong suit, I know.” She offered me a small smile, a good sign that she wasn’t totally pissed off at me.
“Especially when I get some bourbon in me. Not to fucking mention that seeing some guy get like that with a woman really riles up the blood, you know?”
“You’re an old-fashioned kind of guy. I get it.”
I had to admit, I wasn’t crazy about being referred to as old fashioned. It made me seem like I was a damn grandpa instead of a middle-aged man. But I understood what she was getting at, and it wasn’t the worst thing to say.
“Maybe if more guys your age would act like that, girls could go out and not have to worry about that kind of shit. But whatever.” I cleared my throat, getting the conversation back on topic. “Anyway, I hope you’re not too pissed off at me.”
She chewed her bottom lip as she thought it over, and fuck, it was sexy as hell. I knew she was really thinking something important over, but Cindy couldn’t help but be hot no matter what she did. Girl would probably look good shoveling pig shit on one of my farms.
“I think I can get over it. I mean, your heart was in the right place and all.” She glanced at me.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong – some guy touches you like that again and I’m definitely gonna say some shit. Maybe even break the little fucker’s arm, but—”
She laughed, interrupting me. “Craig, quit while you’re ahead.”
I allowed myself a laugh too, realizing I’d gotten carried away with myself. “OK. Maybe more of a stern talking-to than a beat down. Hell, maybe that kid in there will spread the word that you’re not a girl to be fucked with.”
“Oh, so every guy in town’s gonna think if he wants to buy me a drink, you’ll be there ready to beat his ass?”
I hated to admit that I kinda liked the idea and smirked, earning a look. “Maybe they’ll know to be more respectful. Worse things to happen.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
More silence. It was one small issue down, one major fucking issue to go. And that one was going to be a doozy. No sense in fucking around about it.
“And then there’s the other thing.”
Cindy looked at me all doe-eyed and innocent. It was fucking hot, no doubt about it. “What other thing?”
“Kid, you know exactly what other thing I’m talking about. You and me and the shit Alexa said.”
Silence fell once more as the blunt-as-fuck words sank in. I was curious how she’d respond. But she didn’t.
“Listen, kid… this is a big fucking deal, and you’re need to say something one way or another about it. It’s a really personal thing, and now it’s out in the open. So, we need to clear it up.” My voice took a commanding edge, and I was fine with that. The girl needed to know what was up.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m mortified.”
“What the hell are you embarrassed about?”
“Oh gee, I don’t know,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “Maybe the fact that I’m a virgin; that I’ve gotten to the age I have and haven’t even done one of the most basic things a person should do. I hate it. Sometimes I feel like a freak, like there’s something wrong with me.”
Exactly like I wasn’t going to stand around while some shithead put his hands all over her, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to do the same thing while she talked about herself that way. It was bizarre to hear, too. Cindy had been all confidence on the farm, working with the staff and doing what needed to be done. Something about the topic of her virginity was different – like she was a scared, vulnerable teen all over again.
“You’re fucking wrong about that,” I said. “You should be proud of what you are.”
“Proud? What’s there to be proud of?”
“You got girls like Alexa in there, ones who probably treated their virginity like a ticket they needed to get punched.”
> She nodded, and I knew I was on the right track.
“But you’re a smart woman – you know that your innocence is special, something you shouldn’t give away carelessly. Think about it,” I urged. “Say you’d gotten trashed in there and let that kid take you to the back of his ninety-eight Ford truck and do what he wanted. How would you have felt about that? How would you have felt about yourself in the morning? Relieved, or ashamed?”
She sighed. “Ashamed. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I got so caught up with what Alexa thought I should be doing that I didn’t stop to think about what I wanted.”
“There you go – that’s what you need to be thinking about. It’s your life, and you’re the one who gets to make the calls with shit like this. And let me tell you, once you give your innocence away, there’s no going back.”
“What I want…” She said the words out loud, as if trying them on for size.
I couldn’t help myself. “I know what you want.”
She turned her big blue eyes to me expectantly. “What do I want?”
“Your friend spilled it, remember? Secret’s out.” Fucked up as it was, the word stuck in my throat. “Me. You want me.”
She said nothing at first. But over the next few moments, the somewhat scared look on her face altered. Cindy smiled softly, like she was relieved that I finally said it.
“I want you. I want you to be the one. I want you to be my first.” She seemed relieved to be saying the words aloud. “That’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted. And I’m more certain of it than I’ve been of anything in my life.”
Ho-ly shit. It had to be one of the hottest things I’d ever hear a woman say in my life. My cock strained against my jeans, and my heart began to beat faster. Part of me felt like a kid again.
But more than that, I felt all man. And like her, I knew what I wanted.
So I took it.
Chapter 11
Cindy
Craig kissed me hard.
I’d been fantasizing about that damn kiss since I was little. And I’d concocted all sorts of scenarios in which it would happen.
Maybe he’d sneak into my room one night when I’d gone to bed and couldn’t get to sleep. Maybe he’d pick me up from some party when I was drunk and we’d pull over and let our passions get the better of us. Maybe he’d be showing me around one of his farms and the two of us would get an inkling to run off to one of the barns and have some fun in the hayloft.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
But never in a million years did I think it would happen behind some cowboy bar, my body pressed against a cold brick wall as he kissed me deeply and passionately. There wasn’t only passion, though – there was pure, unrestrained animal lust. Craig wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and once we’d finally crossed the border of our lips touching, there was no stopping it.
He tasted so good, like bourbon and sex – or what I imagined sex tasted like. Whatever it was, I knew on some deep level that it was how a man was supposed to taste. And he smelled like a man was supposed to smell. And the way he touched me…his big, rough hands firmly held me, pressing me against the wall and making sure I didn’t go anywhere. I felt good in his arms, both sensual and safe at the same time.
Only a few seconds into the kiss and it was more than I ever could’ve imagined it could be, even in my wildest fantasies. And I’d had more than a few of those.
As he moved his hands over my body, I did the same to him. Craig was huge and solid, and even through the thick fabric of his flannel shirt, I could make out the sharp outlines of his muscles. I traced his pecs, his shoulders, his abs, all the way down to the notches of his hips.
I remembered once when I was a teen spotting him outside on a hot day, watching him lift the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead and revealing for a few tantalizing seconds his incredible physique. I’d touched myself more than a few times to that particular memory.
But there he was in the flesh, and he was mine, all mine. It was surreal, dreamlike. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
The kiss went on for a wonderfully long time, his tongue moving over mine, his lips occasionally lifting from my mouth to kiss my neck. My skin broke out in goosebumps as I sighed. The man was a fucking expert.
Finally, after an amount of time I could only guess, he put his hands on my shoulders and backed up a tiny bit.
“So,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Are you sure about this?”
“Surer than I’ve ever been about anything in my life.”
He kissed me again, hungrily and thoroughly before he pulled back. “How far have you gone?”
I lowered my eyes to the ground, not wanting him to see how truly inexperienced I was. But he crooked his finger under my chin and lifted my face so I had to meet his eyes again.
“How far?” he demanded.
“This is all I’ve ever done. Not much of it, either. And never, ever like that.”
The grin on his face made it clear the answer made him very happy. “So you’re a virgin in just about every sense of the word.”
“Is that bad?” As soon as I spoke, I remembered what he’d said before.
“Of course not. Now, make no mistake – I want you really, really fucking badly. So much that it scares me a little. But I meant what I said about not throwing your innocence away.”
“You think you and me sleeping together would be me throwing it away?”
“No, I don’t. What I’m getting at is that I don’t want you to rush into it. I want you and I to take our time together, like we’re enjoying a nice glass of wine.”
“Savor it.”
“Savor it,” he murmured, his hands lifting to my face as he kissed me again, his mouth taking mine as if he’d always owned it. “There’s all kinds of things I want to do with you. To do to you. But right now, I think I’ve got a nice place in mind to start.”
Before I could react, he moved his hand slowly over my body, starting with my breasts and going all the way down to between my legs. The moment he touched me there, even through the jeans, my knees weakened. It was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
He rubbed me slowly, my pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second. My hands shot out to his thick, strong arms, grabbing them for support. It took some effort, but I was finally able to speak after a few moments of this. “You mean right here?”
“I mean right here. We could go to a bed, sure, but we’ll have plenty of time for that. Besides, I think this might be more memorable.”
No doubt he was right about that.
“What if someone comes? What if someone finds us?”
The idea of what was going on getting back to my dad paralyzed me for a moment. I couldn’t think of anything worse. But I pushed that out of my head – I wanted to be present with Craig.
“No one’s come out yet. And if someone does, I’ll tell them to screw off.”
That was good enough for me.
“Now,” he murmured, his lips close to mine. “I want you to relax and enjoy it. Savor it.”
Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed me slowly and deeply. His tongue slid over mine as his hands worked my belt buckle and zipper and lowered my jeans enough to expose the white cotton panties I had on underneath. I wished I was wearing something sexier, and it made me wonder if as much as I’d convinced myself I was going to lose my virginity tonight, my heart really hadn’t been in it.
But if Craig cared about my extremely boring underwear, he didn’t say a word about it. Instead, he gently lifted the elastic waistband and moved his hand over my neatly trimmed pussy and was soon between my thighs. The feeling of his hand on me was almost too much. And he held it perfectly, cupping me both gently and sensually at the same time.
“You’ve never had a man inside of you before, huh?” His voice was like honeyed whiskey.
“Never.” My voice was little more than a sigh.
“You ready for it?”
“I’m ready.”
He kissed me again, smiling through it. Then he used his fingers to spread my lips. And then… Craig was inside me. Craig Johannsson himself was inside of me. Sure, it was only a finger and not the part of him that I’d always fantasized about, but that almost didn’t matter. He was in me and it felt like Heaven.
He made sure to move into me slowly, getting me used to what was happening. And when his finger was fully inside, I felt my walls grip him tight, as if my pussy had a mind of its own and didn’t want to let him go.
“How does that feel?” he growled. “You like having me inside you?”
“I do,” I mumbled, barely able to complete a coherent thought.
He began to move his finger in and out of me, the pleasure so intense that I could barely think straight. I loved the way he made me feel.
“Right now, it’s only my finger. But I want you to think about my big, fat cock, and what that’s going to feel like moving in and out of you,” he growled next to my ear, causing goosebumps to pop out on my skin. “I want you to imagine me on top of you, looking down to see my cock splitting you in half over and over again. Are you imagining it?”
I closed my eyes and focused on the mental image. It was so easy, so natural to picture. Craig between my legs, his muscles tensing and flexing with each thrust, his face in a tight expression of pleasure, his cock entering me and feeling so fucking good.
He continued to finger me, and as he did, he placed his thumb over my clit and began rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The two sensations working together made me totally insane with delight. It took all the restraint I had not to scream. I knew an orgasm was close – it was so close I could taste it.
“Now,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m gonna make you come. This time, I’m gonna let you do it. But I want you to know that when I finally fuck you, I’m gonna make you ask permission to come. You got it?”
I bit my lip so hard I worried I might start bleeding. I whimpered, I moaned, I panted, but I couldn’t talk.
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