TankAugust"I didn't expect to see you here today," I lean over kissing Blaze, who looks gorgeous in her sundress and sandals. The turquoise color she's picked makes her look like The Little Mermaid with her red hair. "I gave a talk at the high school about mental health awareness," she explains, putting a bag on my desk. "Then I went and got a piece of pie from The Café, because when your arms aren't available, chocolate and coconut make it all better."I get up from my seat, enveloping her in my arms. "Why have chocolate and coconut when my arms are yours whenever you need them?"She burrows her head into my chest, and like always, it makes me feel like I'm the strongest man in the world. To know this woman counts on me to be her anchor in the storm that's sometimes our lives is the biggest blessing I've ever received. "You okay?" I kiss her on the forehead."Yeah," she whispers. "Sometimes it's hard to talk about her, but I'm really proud of the work I've been doing in
VOLUME THREE: HAVOCHavocSix Months Earlier"Holden, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"It's hard to swallow against the lump in my throat. I worry that I'm doing the wrong thing here. Making this young girl trade in one life she didn't want to live for another. But as I look at her, I see a future for me. One I'd never thought possible. As a rule, I don't trust women, but I have trusted her since I met her.For six months I've lived with her, learning the type of person she is, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that she has a good heart. In some ways she's a product of her environment, in other's she's risen above and beyond. I want to be the person who helps her realize her destiny, the future she can have. I've come to care for her, come to be her friend, and I know there's nothing I won't do for her. Somehow, she's
LeightonPresent DaySometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had never met Holden Thompson in a capacity other than an official one having to do with his job. Our civilian introduction is kind of a funny story. It involves a shot of whiskey and my first game of truth or dare. In this small town, my last name is synonymous with Moonshine, anything illegal, and now the accident that injured Trevor Trumbolt.A year and a half ago though, right before Whitney Trumbolt and Ryan Kepler became an item, I'd stood up to my family and had gone to Birmingham for one semester of college. It was the first time I rebelled against them all. I said fuck my last name, my family, and their reputation. I was going to make my own way. Ultimately, I paid for it by being arrested for them. But the night I truly met Holden Thompson is forever ingrained in my brain."C'mon Leighton! You mean to tell me you've never done anything reckless?"I swallow the drink of beer I sucked down hard. Rec
Havoc"Sorry I'm late getting here," I call to my guys. "I was in the middle of the mother of all traffic stops. I got a car transporting fifty fucking pounds of marijuana, and I had to hand that shit off to another officer," I grumble, throwing my MTF uniform on."Oh, quit your bitchin'," Tank throws over his shoulder as he's putting his gear on too. "I was having lunch with Blaze.""And I was in the middle of naptime with Stella," Renegade throws in his two cents. "We're all making sacrifices for what we do.""But my picture could have been on the State of Alabama Facebook page for the biggest marijuana bust in these parts in years," I argue, a grin on my face that they can't see."It don't matter who likes your ugly mug now, Havoc," Menace, the oldest of my guys, besides me, pipes in with his response. "You're married, you don't need the notoriety.""Yeah." Ace grins at me as I turn around to face them. "Menace here has been celibate since Caleb was like four, more than
Leighton"Thanks for picking me up and dropping me off."I glance over at Caleb, giving him a soft smile. He looks older than his fifteen years, but he's had to grow up quick, just like I did. From what I've been able to gather, Mason's been a single dad for at least the past thirteen years, and I'm not sure if Caleb's mom is alive or not. They don't talk about her much; no one talks about her at all, to be honest."Not a problem. You know I don't mind helping out if you need it. Do you work tomorrow?"I waitress at The Café, and Caleb helps in the kitchen and busses the tables. It's not much work, but he does it, and does it well. Mason's instilling a good work ethic in the kid, and I can't help but admire it. I wish I had come by my own work ethic the way he is, and not by helping out with the family business as a teenager.He nods, a yawn cracking his jaw. "Yeah, I'm gonna be there after football practice. So I'll be working later than you will be," he explains as he grabs
HavocThe hot spray of water beating down on my shoulders is doing its best to loosen the tension I have weighing there, but I have tension in other places too. Namely the space between my legs where I'm hard as a fucking rock. The tension has been there for weeks, and I can't help but try to relieve the frustration. Grasping my cock, I play for a few seconds, stroking it up and down, dragging my hand along the length. I know it'll never fully be gone until I can bury myself balls deep into the woman who teases me every day, but until then, this is the best I can do.I grunt harshly as I curl the fingers of my free hand into a fist, beating it against the tile of the shower. Sometimes a little bit of pain makes the pleasure sharper. The hand holding my cock picks up speed and I grip the base a little harder on each down stroke, curling my palm around the head on every upstroke. I'm sensitive and so fucking ready to blow, but I hold off, knowing the orgasm will be stronger if I can
Leighton"Holden, are you home?"I hear him answer me from the bathroom, at the same time I hear the water in the shower. Good, that lets me know I have a couple of minutes before he gets done. Quickly, I take the few bags I have, put them on the counter, and then head back to the bedroom to change into a tank top and a pair of shorts. When I bend over, the shorts almost show the curve of my ass – I know because I've looked. Fair? Probably not, but I'm learning as a woman you have to sometimes play the game to get what you want. If I'm honest with myself, I wear these clothes because I want Holden to notice me, yet I'm not sure he does."How does hamburgers on the grill sound to you?" I ask, bending over to get the lettuce, tomato, and cheese out of the bottom of our fridge."Sounds good. I can grill them for us as long as you take care of the sides."His voice surprises me, closer than I anticipated it would be. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and goose
HavocLeighton's face has gone as white as the walls of the kitchen, and she's looking at me like I just told her Santa Claus isn't real. I hand her the beer I've been drinking, encouraging her to take a drink of it with a flick of my wrist. I'm glancing for clues that she's not gonna pass out on me, but I'm not feeling overly confident about the situation. "You okay, sweetheart?"I watch as her lips wrap around the head of the bottle right where mine were, touching the same glass I did. She tilts her head back and drains half of it, and I can't help but groan when I watch her push the liquid down with the motion of her throat. I can imagine her on her knees in front of me swallowing down my cock, her throat pushing against my length. It's hot as hell when she finishes, sets the bottle down, and laps up the remaining moisture lingering on her bottom lip with a swipe of her tongue.As I watch her pink tongue swipe at her red lips, I have to move behind the island so that my body i