by Madison Faye
So our children were just that - our children, and they were fortunate enough to have two amazing fathers each.
As you may have guessed, I stayed in Parker, and we’ve been here ever since. Anywhere else, and the three of us living who we were out in the open may have caused a lot of problems, but people in Parker were a different sort. Here, people just wanted to be who they were. Plus, despite their outlaw ways, it turned out Connor and Jackson had a bit of a reputation as “Robin Hood” type figures around these parts. Sure, they’d lived outside the law their whole lives, but they never forgot where they came from, or the town that helped them both when they’d found themselves without families too young.
Joe went to prison, and once they found out how high in the food chain he was, they hit him with everything they had. He’s up for parole in about fifty years.
If Con and Jacks had has their way, we’d have stayed in that house out in middle of nowhere just fine, but I’d like to think I brought a little civility to the relationship. We weren’t going to move right downtown or anything, but we did find a place not quite so isolated. It even had a three-bay garage, and soon enough, Outlaw Engines became the place in the entire southwest to get a bike tuned up, if you were in the know.
Yeah, my two men turned in their criminal tendencies for a little stability. I never asked them to do that, of course, but I know all three of us had the same idea about where we wanted to be in life.
Besides, behind closed doors, I can assure you that they are both still very very bad.
In the best way you can imagine.
We might not be the model family, or the cookie-cutter mold of what everyone says we should be, but it works. And honestly? Normalcy is for suckers, and I can’t imagine a more perfect happy ending than the one I’ve got with my two outlaws.
The End
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Legal: A First Time Novel
She's way off limits, and I know it. The problem is, I don't give a f*ck if she is.
Somehow, that innocent girl next door - that girl I had no business thinking about like that, grew up. And I HAVE to have her. I've never felt this way about anyone, even in my Navy days - obsessed and crazy to the point of madness. It's like something primal; a beast inside of me that roars whenever she's near. She might be my buddy's little girl, and my next door neighbor, and damn near half my age...
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She’s supposed to be untouchable. But I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more...
She’s the girl from my freshman lecture - my perfect, straight-A pupil and the one I shouldn’t even be looking at much less having these kind of thoughts about. No woman has ever made me feel this way, like I’m going out of my mind with raw need for her. I know the rules, and I know she’s half my age, but I don’t give a f*ck.
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Freshman: A First Time Novel
I’m going to be her first - no matter what.
She’s the sweet temptation from down the street. My buddy’s little girl. I watched her grow up, but now I’m obsessed with taking her, claiming every part of her, and making her mine.
I know it’s wrong as hell. She’s off-limits and totally innocent, but I can’t tame my desire for her, not when one blink of those wide eyes gets me hard as a rock.
She ignites something inside of me, something that won’t be tamed and won’t be f*cking stopped. I’m going to be her first, and claim every single part of her. I’m going to breed her and make her mine, and I don’t care who knows.
College is for firsts...
He’s my forbidden fantasy, the unbelievably hot retired rock star next door. He looks at me like I’m already his, and it’s hard to ignore the pure, raw need he brings in out in me.
I’ve been saving my v-card until college for the right man, but I know it’s a matter of time before I let him take it all, even if he’s more than twice my age.
Then again, there’s my best friend - my other half, my confidant. We’ve done everything together our whole lives. Can I really lose it without her? And what happens when “friends” turn into so much more?
What happens when you’ve got urges and feelings like this for two people?
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Legal: A First Time Novel
Madison Faye
Chapter 1
Chelsea
I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what "wanting" something like that meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase. He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, that strong jaw and totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.
Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and my best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.
But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the covers of notebooks and childishly flighty daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older. And by the time I was eighteen and senior and getting ready to leave home for the first time, I was barely able to talk around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered.
I'd watch him, biting my lip with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty and muscled torso after mowing the lawn. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of playing football back in the Navy with my dad - picking me up, instead of tha
t bag full of grass clippings.
Sure, I flirted, in that geeky, bumbling and inexperienced way that girls do before we really know what the hell we're doing. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest bit. To Mr. Harding, I was just that gawky girl from next door; his buddy's daughter with braces and a bizarre way of blushing and stumbling over her words.
But still, the seed was there, and as senior year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college.
*****
We’d moved a lot when I was a kid, with my father being a navy doctor. And being that a lot of those moves were overseas, by the time they got back to the States and stuck me into more regular schooling, I was stuck somewhere between two grades. The school decided that it was better for me to be on the older and more prepared side than the younger and playing constant catch-up side, so I was placed into 8th rather than 9th grade, which was also good because it gave me another year to acclimate to being a kid in the States and not living on a Naval base before I jumped into high school the next year.
It was late August that last summer at home, the night of my nineteenth birthday and just two weeks before I'd be on my way to school. That’s the night when that first event occurred that would quickly push me down the path to what happened later. Yes, I'd wanted Jake for years, but when I look back, I know it was what I heard, and then what I saw that night that turned me from curious and fantasizing to flat out pining determination.
I remember the night was hot and sticky in that muggy way only Florida can get. We had an AC unit in our living room back then, but my parents being the conservationist sticklers that they were, we were stuck with only fans in our bedrooms for those long hot nights.
I tossed and turned that evening, kicking off even the thin sheet from my sweat-sheened body and even yanking my tank-top off before lying back in just my panties trying to get comfortable in the heat.
Part of it, besides the temperature, was that I had Jake Harding on the brain bad that night. My parents had thrown me a big BBQ cookout in the backyard by the pool to celebrate my birthday that night. I'd invited a couple friends, but mostly it'd just been my mom, dad, and younger brother, and of course the Hardings from next door.
I suppose it’s worth reiterating one teeny little detail here that Jake was not only much older - scandalously older, really- , and friends with my parents, but also very much married. But Lenore, his wife, was always a little frosty I thought, and it wasn't just because I had the hots for her husband. They were one of those couples that just didn’t make sense to anyone. My dad had once let something slip about how Lenore’s father had given Jake a pretty great job after the Navy, before he started working for himself as college football scout, but my mom had hushed him after that, saying we had better things to do than pry into that.
Well, she might have, but understanding what Jake found appealing about women was something I was very much interested in.
Anyways, that night at the BBQ, she’d seemed extra standoffish; giving me only the smallest of cold smiles as she wished me a happy birthday.
Jake meanwhile had given me the best present I could have never actually asked for, which was part of the reason I was lying awake like this now, so late in the evening. When they'd walked over from their yard to ours for the party, he'd dropped a nicely wrapped gift on the picnic table, and then come over and picked me up in a big bear-hug! I'd about died right there as he'd swung me around, those big strong arms holding me tightly to his muscled body and making me squeal as he chuckled.
"How the hell did you get so big, Chelsea?" He’d said, grinning broadly at me at he set my trembling, blushing body back on the ground.
"Jake!" Lenore had rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You don't call girls 'big'. And watch your language!"
He'd rolled his eyes at my furiously blushing face. “Oh, heck, you know what I mean Chelsea. You grew up! And now you're heading off to college! Man, where does the time go?" He'd pushed his hand up through his thick brown hair, flashing me that handsome grin that got me hot all over. “Besides, Lenore, she knows I'm not calling her big." He'd looked at me with that melting smile across his jaw. “You know you're going to be a little heart breaker at school, don't you Chelsea?"
Chapter 2
Chelsea
Ugh, that hug! Here I was hours later, hours after the party had wrapped up and Jake and Lenore had gone back home, and I was still imaging his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and the feel of his body so close to mine.
The schoolgirl crush was much more adult these days. I'd barely even kissed a boy, being the skinny geek that I was, but I did know what desire felt like, and what to do with those urges when they kept me awake at night like this.
Closing my eyes and bringing that memory of Mr. Harding's arms around me, I sucked at my bottom lip as I let my hand slip down my sweaty young body until it fumbled at the elastic of my panties. I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight slit.
I moaned quietly. In my head, Jake Harding wasn't stopping at just holding me in his arms. In my fantasy, he was kissing me hungrily, his lips devouring mine and his tongue wrestling with my own as he clutched me to him. I slipped my fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off putting his mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me.
He’d grunt as he pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air as he-
Wait a second.
I froze, my fingers lingering on my pussy as I stopped and listened again. The moan's I'd just heard in my fantasy had actually come from reality.
I listened hard, straining to hear it again. And then, there it was again, and I felt my pulse jump like lightening in my chest.
"Oh fuck me harder, Jake!"
Oh. My. God.
It was Lenore's voice, obviously, and I whirled to peer out my window. I had a view of the Harding's backyard from the back of our house where my bedroom was, which is also where I'd spent many an afternoon spying on Jake mowing the lawn or taking a dip in their pool. But this time, I gasped and felt my young body clench up tight with excitement at what I was seeing. It took me a second, but as my eyes adjusted to the moonlit glow of my neighbor's backyard, I saw it all.
Jake's body glistened with the hot summer heat as he grunted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pumped his hips rhythmically against his wife Lenore, who was bent over the lawn chair in front of him.
"Oh God, honey! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"
I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared out my window. I almost couldn't believe what I seeing barely thirty feet away from me! Jake Harding was fucking his wife hard from behind, right there in the backyard!
You'd have thought I'd be insanely jealous, or heartbroken, seeing the man of my fantasies with another woman. And at first, I was. At first, it felt like something in my heart was breaking apart; tearing at the seams inside as the leaden feeling in my gut sank into the pit of my stomach. But, as I watched, I realized I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the whole thing. The more I watched with wide, shocked eyes, the more I couldn’t look away. Jake’s muscles rippled under the moonlight, and the more I watched, the more completely turned on by the whole thing.
